merton of the movies-第5章
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f the underworld who would commit any deed for hire。 Some of her scenarios would have profoundly shocked the good people of Simsbury； and she often suffered tremors of apprehension at the thought that one of them might be enacted at the Bijou Palace right there on Fourth Street； with her name brazenly announced as author。 Suppose it were Passion's Perils！ She would surely have to leave town after that！ She would be too ashamed to stay。 Still she would be proud； also； for by that time they would be calling her to Hollywood itself。 Of course nothing so distressingor so grandhad happened yet； for none of her dramas had been accepted； but she was coming on。 It might happen any time。
She joined Merton； a long envelope in her hand and a brave little smile on her pinched face。
〃Which one is it？〃 he asked； referring to the envelope。
〃It's Passion's Perils。〃 she answered with a jaunty affectation of amusement。 〃The Touchstone…Blatz people sent it back。 The slip says its being returned does not imply any lack of merit。〃
〃I should think it wouldn't！〃 said Merton warmly。
He knew Passion's Perils。 A company might have no immediate need for it； but its rejection could not possibly imply a lack of merit； because the merit was there。 No one could dispute that。
They walked on to the Bijou Palace。 Its front was dark； for only twice a week； on Tuesdays and Saturdays； could Simsbury muster a picture audience； but they could read the bills for the following night。 The entrance was flanked on either side by billboards； and they stopped before the first。 Merton Gill's heart quickened its beats； for there was billed none other than Beulah Baxter in the ninth installment of her tremendous serial； The Hazards of Hortense。
It was going to be good！ It almost seemed that this time the scoundrels would surely get Hortense。 She was speeding across a vast open quarry in a bucket attached to a cable； and one of the scoundrels with an ax was viciously hacking at the cable's farther anchorage。 It would be a miracle if he did not succeed in his hellish design to dash Hortense to the cruel rocks below。 Merton； of course； had not a moment's doubt that the miracle would intervene； he had seen other serials。 So he made no comment upon the gravity of the situation； but went at once to the heart of his ecstasy。
〃The most beautiful woman on the screen；〃 he murmured。
〃Well； I don't know。〃
Miss Kearns appeared about to advance the claims of rival beauties； but desisted when she saw that Merton was firm。
〃None of the rest can touch her；〃 he maintained。 〃And look at her nerve！ Would your others have as much nerve as that？〃
〃Maybe she has someone to double in those places；〃 suggested the screen…wise Tessie Kearns。
〃Not Beulah Baxter。 Didn't I see her personal appearance that time I went to Peoria last spring on purpose to see it？ Didn't she talk about the risks she look and how the directors were always begging her to use a double and how her artistic convictions wouldn't let her do any such thing？ You can bet the little girl is right there in every scene！〃
They passed to the other billboard。 This would be the comedy。 A painfully cross…eyed man in misfitting clothes was doing something supposed to be funnypushing a lawn mower over the carpet of a palatial home。
〃How disgusting！〃 exclaimed Miss Kearns。
〃Ain't it？〃 said Merton。 〃How they can have one of those terrible things on the same bill with Miss BaxterI can't understand it。〃
〃Those censors ought to suppress this sort of buffoonery instead of scenes of dignified passion like they did in Scarlet Sin；〃 declared Tessie。 〃Did you read about that？〃
〃They sure ought；〃 agreed Merton。 〃These comedies make me tired。 I never see one if I can help it。〃
Walking on； they discussed the wretched public taste and the wretched actors that pandered to it。 The slap…stick comedy； they held； degraded a fine and beautiful art。 Merton was especially severe。 He always felt uncomfortable at one of these regrettable exhibitions when people about him who knew no better laughed heartily。 He had never seen anything to laugh at； and said as much。
They crossed the street and paused at the door of Miss Kearns' shop； behind which were her living rooms。 She would to…night go over Passion's Perils once more and send it to another company。
〃I wonder；〃 she said to Merton； 〃if they keep sending it back because the sets are too expensive。 Of course there's the one where the dissipated English nobleman； Count Blessingham； lures Valerie into Westminster Abbey for his own evil purposes on the night of the old earl's murderthat's expensivebut they get a chance to use it again when Valerie is led to the altar by young Lord Stonecliff； the rightful heir。 And of course Stonecliff Manor； where Valerie is first seen as governess； would be expensive； but they use that in a lot of scenes； too。 Still； maybe I might change the locations around to something they've got built。〃
〃I wouldn't change a line；〃 said Merton。 〃Don't give in to 'em。 Make 'em take it as it is。 They might ruin your picture with cheap stuff。〃
〃Well；〃 the authoress debated； 〃maybe I'll leave it。 I'd especially hate to give up Westminster Abbey。 Of course the scene where she is struggling with Count Blessingham might easily be made offensive it's a strong scenebut it all comes right。 You remember she wrenches herself loose from his grasp and rushes to throw herself before the altar； which suddenly lights up； and the scoundrel is afraid to pursue her there； because he had a thorough religious training when a boy at Oxford； and he feels it would be sacrilegious to seize her again while the light from the altar shines upon her that way； and so she's saved for the time being。 It seems kind of a shame not to use Westminster Abbey for a really big scene like that； don't you think？〃
〃I should say so！〃 agreed Merton warmly。 〃They build plenty of sets as big as that。 Keep it in！〃
〃Well； I'll take your advice。 And I shan't give up trying with my other ones。 And I'm writing to another set of peoplesee here。〃 She took from her handbag a clipped advertisement which she read to Merton in the fading light； holding it close to her keen little eyes。 〃Listen！ 'Five thousand photoplay ideas needed。 Working girl paid ten thousand dollars for ideas she had thought worthless。 Yours may be worth more。 Experience unnecessary。 Information free。 Producers' League 562； Piqua； Ohio。' Doesn't that sound encouraging？ And it isn't as if I didn't have some experience。 I've been writing scenarios for two years now。〃
〃We both got to be patient；〃 he pointed out。 〃We can't succeed all at once； just remember that。〃
〃Oh； I'm patient； and I'm determined； and I know you are； too； Merton。 But the way my things keep coming backwell； I guess we'd both get discouraged if it wasn't for our sense of humour。〃
〃I bet we would；〃 agreed Merton。 〃And good…night！〃
He went on to the Gashwiler Emporium and let himself into the dark store。 At the moment he was bewailing that the next installment of The Hazards of Hortense would be shown on a Saturday night； for on those nights the store kept open until nine and he could see it but once。 On a Tuesday night he would have watched it twice； in spite of the so…called comedy unjustly sharing the bill with it。
Lighting a match； he made his way through the silent store； through the stock room that had so lately been the foul lair of Snake le Vasquez； and into his own personal domain； a square partitioned off from the stockroom in which were his cot； the table at which he studied the art of screen acting； and his other little belongings。 He often called this his den。 He lighted a lamp on the table and drew the chair up to it。
On the boards of the partition in front of him were pasted many presentments of his favourite screen actress； Beulah Baxter； as she underwent the nerve…racking Hazards of Hortense。 The intrepid girl was seen leaping from the seat of her high…powered car to the cab of a passing locomotive； her chagrined pursuers in the distant background。 She sprang from a high cliff into the chill waters of a storm…tossed sea。 Bound to the back of a spirited horse； she was raced down the steep slope of a rocky ravine in the Far
