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Updated: June 24, 2025
"Good-night," said the lawyer, bowing himself out. "There you are, Mr. DeVere!" cried Russ, as they were on their way from the studio. "You'd better destroy that note. It's the only evidence Merley had, and now you have it back. Tear it up burn it!" "I will indeed! I never can thank you enough for securing it for me. Those moving pictures were a clever idea."
"No not him some some other physician. We we haven't paid Dr. Haldon's bill," said Mr. DeVere quickly, and this time he spoke more distinctly. "Oh, you're better!" cried Alice in delight, clapping her hands. "I knew my medicine would help you, Dad! It's good; isn't it?" He nodded and smiled at her, but there was little of conviction in his manner, had the girls but noticed it.
It was not important enough to warrant much space, and about all that was said was that Merley claimed to have received an injury that made him helpless, though its nature was a puzzle to the physician sent around by the street car company. "Well, if he's helpless, and the Lord knows I wish that to no man," said Mr. DeVere, reverently, "he will not come here bothering you girls again.
It needed but a glance at his white face to show that something had happened something tragic and not the tragedy of the theater. "Oh, Father Daddy what is it!" cried Alice, springing to his arms. "I I my " Mr. DeVere could hardly speak, so hoarse was he. Only a husky whisper came from his lips. "Are you are you hurt?" cried Ruth. "Shall I get a doctor?" "It it's my voice!" gasped the actor.
Alice came rushing in with more snow, and there was a merry little scene before breakfast. Then Mr. DeVere hurried to the film studio, for he was to take part in several dramas that day. "I know I'll be late," he said, "for the travel will be slow this morning, on account of the snow. And I have to go part way by surface car, as I have an errand on the way down town."
Though I might be able to clear out enough of 'em so the others wouldn't bother you. I'm a pretty good shot." "No, we must not think of that," declared Mr. DeVere, positively. "That is too much of a risk for you, my dear sir. We will try some other line of argument. If we make it plain that they will be punished for detaining us perhaps they will think better of it."
"Wouldn't you like to try it, Ruth?" asked Alice, catching her sister's hands. "I think it will be just fine!" "Why, I I think I would like it if they think I can do it," agreed Ruth. "Oh, you can do it all right," Mr. Pertell assured her. "It is very simple. A little coaching is all you need. What do you say, Mr. DeVere? May the girls go in?" "Why, I er I hardly know what to say.
"But I'm going to learn!" exclaimed Alice, promptly, and this time, when the eyes were turned toward her, she smiled back at the owners thereof. "I'll be very pleased to show you how, Miss," declared the foreman, with a low bow to the girl. Alice blushed, and Ruth looked annoyed; but Mr. DeVere smiled indulgently. He understood Alice.
Sneed remained for a moment, posing on the back of his horse, and then, with a farewell wave of his hand he rode back to join Mr. Bunn and the others in fighting the fire that had been "made to order." Mr. DeVere, too, after seeing his family off in the wagon, leaped on a horse and also galloped back to help fight the flames.
The sailors who were fitting her out looked curiously at the girls as they went to and fro. Mr. DeVere found a sheltered spot where he said he would wait until Mr. Pertell was finished with the captain. "Does your throat pain you much?" asked Alice solicitously. "Oh, not as much as I expected, coming so near the water. I think it will be all right. Don't worry."
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