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DeVere was satisfied to play the legitimate in his best manner, to look after his daughters, and to trust that in time he might lay by enough for himself, and see them happily married. But the laying-aside process had been seriously interrupted several times by lack of engagements, so that the little stock of savings dwindled away. Then came a panicky year.
"I was just wondering where you were," he said with a smile. His voice was husky and hoarse, and indicated that he had some throat affection. In fact, that same throat trouble was the cause of Hosmer DeVere being in moving picture work instead of in the legitimate drama, in which he had formerly been a leading player. "We stopped a moment to speak to Mrs. Dalwood," explained Ruth.
Arrangements have been about completed, and we leave in a few days." "Where are we going?" asked Mr. DeVere. "Our first destination will be a place called Rocky Ranch," the manager went on. "It is a typical Western place, with some broad prairie stretches, and yet near enough to the mountains for diversified scenes. There will be cowboy and Indian pictures to be made, and " "Wild Indians?" Mr.
DeVere, as usual, was somewhat perturbed when he learned what his daughters had gone through, and again expressed his doubts as to the advisability of keeping them in moving picture work. "Oh, but that might have happened to anyone if we were out after orchids, instead of being filmed," protested Alice. "I don't ever want to think of giving up this work."
"Do you think I had better write to the court, and to the lawyers of the street car company?" asked Mr. DeVere. "Your plan might fail, Russ." "Well, of course it might, that's a fact. But there is time enough. I'd like to try my way first, though, for it would be conclusive proof.
Battles were to be shown, and there were plots and counter-plots, in some of which Ruth and Alice had no part. Mr. DeVere was cast for a Northern General, and the character became him well. Later on Alice and Ruth were to meet in a hospital among the wounded. Alice was supposed to get certain papers of value to her side from a wounded Union officer.
"Plucky girl, that!" murmured Mr. DeVere. While Estelle was being filmed down by the stream, one of the assistant camera men, a new hand, prepared to take a scene where a Southern farmer rides up to warn the Confederate cavalry of Estelle's escape, so they may take after her. Maurice Whitlow was the farmer. "Here, you!" cried Mr.
Also she was rather tall and willowy, as Mr. DeVere had been before he had taken on flesh with the passing of the years; and she was cast for parts that suited her type. She was deliberate in her actions, and in "registry." Alice, like her late mother, was warm-hearted and impulsive, plump, vivacious and full of fun. Both girls were excellent movie actresses. In the company they had joined was Mr.
DeVere, his hand went to his aching throat as though to clutch the malady that had so suddenly gripped him, and tear it out. For none realized as keenly as he what the attack meant. It was as though some enemy had struck at his very life, for to him his voice was his only means of livelihood. "Oh, Father!" gasped Ruth. "What is it? Speak! Tell us! What shall we do?"
I'll give you plenty of warning if the ship is likely to founder, and we'll lower the boats." "Is there any real danger, Captain?" asked Mr. DeVere. "Well, of course there always is, in a storm at sea. But we are in no more danger than hundreds of others. This is a wooden ship, and it will be a long time sinking, even if it gets to that point, which is far off.
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