merton of the movies-第77章
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as nothing to which it might be compared save the company's previous Hearts on Fire； and it seemed to be felt that the present offering had surpassed even that masterpiece of satire。
The Gills； above referred to； watched the unwinding celluloid with vastly different emotions。 Mrs。 Gill was hearty in her enjoyment； as has been indicated。 Her husband； superficially； was not displeased。 But beneath that surface of calm approvalbeneath even the look of bored indifference he now and then managedthere still ran a complication of emotions； not the least of which was honest bewilderment。 People laughed； so it must be funny。 And it was good to be known as an artist of worth； even if the effects of your art were unintended。
It was no shock to him to learn now that the mechanical appliance in his screen…mother's kitchen was a still； and that the grape juice the honest country boy purveyed to the rich New Yorker had been improved in rank defiance of a constitutional amendment。 And even during the filming of the piece he had suspected that the little sister； so engagingly played by the present Mrs。 Gill； was being too bold。 With slight surprise； therefore； as the drama unfolded； he saw that she had in the most brazen manner invited the attentions of the city villains。
She had； in truth； been only too eager to be lured to the great city with all its pitfalls； and had bidden the old home farewell in her simple country way while each of the villains in turn had awaited her in his motor…car。 What Merton had not been privileged to watch were the later developments of this villainy。 For just beyond the little hamlet at a lonely spot in the road each of the motor…cars had been stopped by a cross…eyed gentleman looking much like the clerk in the hotel； save that he was profusely bewhiskered and bore side…arms in a menacing fashion。
Declaring that no scoundrel could take his little daughter from him； he deprived the villains of their valuables； so that for a time at least they should not bring other unsuspecting girls to grief。 As a further precaution he compelled them to abandon their motor…cars； in which he drove off with the rescued daughter。 He was later seen to sell the cars at a wayside garage； and； after dividing their spoils with his daughter； to hail a suburban trolley upon which they both returned to the home nest； where the little girl would again languish at the gate； a prey to any designing city man who might pass。
She seemed so defenceless in her wild…rose beauty； her longing for pretty clothes and city ways； and yet so capably pro by this opportune father who appeared to foresee the moment of her flights。
He learned without a tremor that among the triumphs of his inventive genius had been a machine for making tendollar bills； at which the New York capitalist had exclaimed that the state right for Iowa alone would bring one hundred thousand dollars。 Even more remunerative； it would seem； had been his other patentthe folding boomerang。 The manager of the largest boomerang factory in Australia stood ready to purchase this device for ten million dollars。 And there was a final view of the little home after prosperity had come to its inmates so long threatened with ruin。 A sign over the door read 〃Ye Olde Fashioned Gifte Shoppe；〃 and under it； flaunted to the wayside； was the severely simple trade…device of a high boot。
These things he now knew were to be expected among the deft infamies of a Buckeye comedy。 But the present piece held in store for him a complication that； despite his already rich experience of Buckeye methods； caused him distressing periods of heat and cold while he watched its incredible unfolding。 Early in the piece； indeed； he had begun to suspect in the luring of his little sister a grotesque parallel to the bold advances made him by the New York society girl。 He at once feared some such interpretation when he saw himself coy and embarrassed before her down…right attack； and he was certain this was intended when he beheld himself embraced by this reckless young woman who behaved in the manner of male screen idols during the last dozen feet of the last reel。 But how could he have suspected the lengths to which a perverted spirit of satire would lead the Buckeye director？
For now he staggered through the blinding snow； a bundle clasped to his breast。 He fell； half fainting； at the door of the old home。 He groped for the knob and staggered in to kneel at his mother's feet。 And she sternly repulsed him； a finger pointing to the still open door。
Unbelievably the screen made her say； 〃He wears no ring。 Back to the snow with 'em both！ Throw 'em Way Down East！〃
And Baird had said the bundle would contain one of his patents！
Mrs。 Gill watched this scene with tense absorption。 When the mother's iron heart had relented she turned to her husband。 〃You dear thing； that was a beautiful piece of work。 You're set now。 That cinches your future。 Only； dearest； never； never； never let it show on your face that you think it's funny。 That's all you'll ever have to be afraid of in your work。〃
〃I won't；〃 he said stoutly。
He shiveredor did he shudder？and quickly reached to take her hand。 It was a simple； direct gesture； yet somehow it richly had the quality of pleading。
〃Mother understands；〃 she whispered。〃 Only remember； you mustn't seem to think it's funny。〃
〃I won't；〃 he said again。 But in his torn heart he stubbornly cried； 〃I don't； I don't！〃
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Some six months later that representative magazine； Silver Screenings； emblazoned upon its front cover a promise that in the succeeding number would appear a profusely illustrated interview by Augusta Blivens with that rising young screen actor； Merton Gill。
The promise was kept。 The interview wandered amid photographic reproductions of the luxurious Hollywood bungalow； set among palms and climbing roses； the actor and his wife in their high…powered roadster （Mrs。 Gill at the wheel）； the actor in his costume of chaps and sombrero； rolling a cigarette； the actor in evening dress； the actor in his famous scene of the Christmas eve return in Brewing Trouble； the actor regaining his feet in his equally famous scene of the malignant spurs； the actor and his young wife； on the lawn before the bungalow； and the young wife aproned； in her kitchen； earnestly busy with spoon and mixing bowl。
〃It is perhaps not generally known；〃 wrote Miss Blivens； 〃that the honour of having discovered this latest luminary in the stellar firmament should be credited to Director Howard Henshaw of the Victor forces。 Indeed； I had not known this myself until the day I casually mentioned the Gills in his presence。 I lingered on a set of Island Love； at present being filmed by this master of the unspoken drama； having but a moment since left that dainty little reigning queen of the celluloid dynasty； Muriel Mercer。 Seated with her in the tiny bijou boudoir of her bungalow dressing room on the great Holden lot； its walls lined with the works of her favourite authors… …for one never finds this soulful little girl far from the books that have developed her mentally as the art of the screen has developed her emotionallyshe had referred me to the director when I sought further details of her forthcoming great production； an idyl of island romance and adventure。 And presently； when I had secured from him the information I needed concerning this unique little drama of the great South Seas； I chanced to mention my approaching encounter with the young star of the Buckeye forces； an encounter to which I looked forward with some dismay。
〃Mr。 Henshaw； pausing in his task of effecting certain changes in the interior of the island hut； reassured me。 'You need have no fear about your meeting with Gill；' he said。 'You will find him quite simple and unaffected； an artist； and yet sanely human。' It was now that he revealed his own part in the launching of this young star。 'I fancy it is not generally known；' he continued； 'that to me should go the honour of having 〃discovered〃 Gill。 It is a fact； however。 He appeared as an extra one morning in the cabaret scene we used in Miss Mercer's tremendous hit； The Blight of Broadway。 Instantly； as you may suppose； I was struck by the extraordi
