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T-S had brought this festal garment a simple matter for her, because in movie studios they have wardrobe rooms where they turn out any sort of costume imaginable. This robe was so striking that it created a little controversy. James, the carpenter, who had an ascetic spirit, considered it necessary to speak plainly, and point out that Mrs.
He was sitting, his dark eyes roaming here and there about the dining-room. Prince's, as you may know, is a gorgeous establishment: too much so for my taste it has almost as much gilded moulding as if T-S had designed it for a picture palace.
The company he keeps is against him; but still Mrs. Stebbins has had my eye three times, hoping I would give her a signal, I haven't given it, so she's about to leave." "Vell, she can go to hell!" said T-S, keeping his promise to devote himself to his dinner.
It was one of those brand new ideas that come only to geniuses and children. I could see that T-S had never thought of it before; also, that he found it interesting to think of. Carpenter went on: "If your picture was on it, then every one would know what it meant.
T-S and the "wealthy young scion"? Would he consent to step outside for some moving pictures, before the light got too dim? It was a new kind of mob a ravening one, making all dignity and thought impossible. In the end I had to mount guard and fight the publicity-hounds away. Was it likely this man would go out and pose for cameras, when he had just refused fifteen hundred dollars a week from Mr.
"You can't eat no dinner? Sure you gotta eat your dinner. You can't live if you don't eat. Come along now, Maw." "O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!" T-S went and stood before her, and a grin came over his face. "Sure, now, ain't it fine? Say, Mary, look at dem lovely curves. Billy, shoost look here! Vy, she looks like a kid again, don't she! Madame, you're a daisy you sure deliver de goods."
"I mean, how do they live?" "Dey got deir five dollars, ain't dey?" It was T-S, of course. "Yes, but that won' last very long, will it? What is the cost of this dinner we are eating?" The magnate of the movies looked to the speaker, and then burst into a laugh. "Ho, ho, ho! Dat's a good vun!" Said I, hastily: "Mr. T-S means that there are cheaper eating places to be found."
You, Edgerton you haven't run to the telephone to call up Eternal City? Well, as it happens, T-S is going to be here in five minutes his wife is being made beautiful once again somewhere in this scalping-shop. Take my advice, Mr. Carpenter, and don't sign today the price will go up several hundred per week as long as you hold off."
But I knew that T-S had never yet paid a thousand dollars without getting something for it, and I was not surprised when, after he had gulped down his meal, he turned to his host and, disregarding the company and the excitement, demanded, "Now, Mr. Carpenter, tell me, do I git de contract?" Carpenter had had his jest, and was through with it. He answered, gravely: "You must understand me, Mr.
So we came to Prince's, and drew up before the porte-cochere, and found ourselves confronting an adventure. There was a crowd before the place, a surging throng half-way down the block, with a whole line of policemen to hold them back. Over the heads of the crowd were transparencies, frame boxes with canvas on, and lights inside, and words painted on them. "Hello!" cried T-S. "Vot's dis?"
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