Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, January 14, 1923, Page 13

SUNDAY, JANUARY 14, 1923. ° CHAPTER XX. je_footsote-and caddlesore moving picture people fell back upon Palm Springs like a defeated army. ‘The village, a cool shadow.on a bleak waste, bad known nothing of the storm except as a distant spec-| born. tacle, The skirts of the gale hac set the palm leaves to rattling to- gether as in ancient staff play, and the limber towers of the tallest trees swayed an€ shuddered, but not one of them had fallen nor been struck headless by lightning. The village was alone. The win- ter visitors had “gone inside’—that ia to say, had departed to the cool seashore at San Diego and Los An- geles—and the community had drawn itself together for its long summer nap. ‘There was room for the moving- picture people and Leva Lemaire in- vite@ Mem to share ber room in one of the hotel bungalows. The sun sank early behind the vast baf- ricade of the San Jacinto chain, rit- ing sheer from the sand and piling height upon height to the crest 10,000 feet in alr, The mountains were blessed now with a mist of Ught thdt the aerial prisms gave the effect of down. THe brutality of the sky became grace; tho stark nakedness of the place was here covered with a flesh of eartli, with grass and flowers, and with the larger flowers we call trees. Mer had known the oleander as a tubbed captive a4 home. Here it was a giant, spreading arms in a benedic- tion of fragrant shade and dangling bouquets that brushed her hair and caught her wat, Palm trees of vast bole hung out umbrellas of sombér green. Wan cottonwoods held up pallid limbs drooping with fuzz Pep- per trees let thetr tresses droop. ‘The ancient and honorable black fig tree of the famous San Gabriel lin- eage, date palms, roses, flowers, and shrubs massed. and running wild about the rambling gardens seemed miraculous tc Mem, who had almost forgotten, in the dreary hell of the desert, that green things had over ‘een invented, and who found her- eelf walking deeper and deeper into ae revel of tropical tuxury. There were Indians here, too—the uttle company of Cahuillas; one old buck, with hair as black as tar drip and as long as his hat brim was road, stood gravely watering holly: hecks with @ garden hose; a clump ot broad squaws worked at basket weaving; darting through the streets young Indian girls with bobbed halt flopping and gingham skirts flying. pestrode the wide horses of this vil- tage. ‘White people. rode, too—cowmen from the ranches beyond—and chil- dren, One hatfnaked ttle siti bounced along the lane on @ mons- trous horse so flat of back that she might as well have been riding © galloping plateau. Yet she was chas- ing home a troop of horses as big es her own. “T was never on @ horse,” Mein “You'd better learn to ride,” sald Leva Lemaire. “It comes in mighty bandy in this- business.” “But I'm not going into the busi- ness!” Mem protested, hardly able to push one foot anead of the other, “T’'ve had enough for the rest of my lif “That's what my poor husband used to say every timo he recoverdil from a spree. And he never took) another drop—til he got the first chance.” But Mem knew better. She was too tired to eat.. She wanted to lie’ down and never get up, Leva sulded her to the bungalow and left her, Just, to be cool, just to be stil, were paradise nop. After a time ® porter brought her her suitcase. Teva had managed to find it, But Mem was too weary to change her clothes, She dropped into a chair by. a window and watched a tiny boy drive home a few cattle, watch- ed the last red plumage fade on the breast of the mountains, watched the first star suddenly shimmer as if A jewel had been tossed from some- where on the sky. Other stars twifi- kled into being here, there, there, lke the first big drops of rain, and soon the whole sky was spattered with them, ‘The moon that had lurke’ in the blistered air all day unseen cu:ned up her lamp anG Carried it some- where into the sea beyond the shore of the horizon; carried the sky with it. star by star, The moon weft reluctantly, but the Milky Way eeomed to gleam with added radiance when she was gone. Tho lights in the homes made stars on earth and gave companionship to the dreamy night, At length Leva came along the path, a shadow detaching itself from other shadow. She was full of high spirits. ‘Tiere had been great hilar. ity in the dining room of the Desert Inn, “She was still restless and she urgéd -Mem to come with her and bathe in the hot springs of the Indiah reservation. Mem was enough restored by now to feel the distres# of the sand that filled her hair and her clothes, The project had a tang of wild adven- ture, and she went along, taking clean clothes over her arm. They walked through the double night of the follage shrouded streets —the palma muttering over thefn and blocking their way on the frreg- ular paths. At the reservation an old Indian admitted them with an utter indif- thrill of terror. In ferences to thetr ide the cabin, lighted only by dies, they undressed and stretched themselves in the warm water thick- edwith sand. It crept about! them with an mncanny tingling where the streant bubbled from the depths. - It was a weird, a spooky bath, but it gent them forth clothed in skins’ re- When they drifted past the notel the, heard song enriching the night. A miin's volte cattied the bihien of the tune sonorously, and a wo- man’s volce oversoared it like a hov- ering nightingale's.. Of so Mem thought until Leva whispered: “That's Robina Teele singing. Pretty voice, hasn't she?" “Beautiful! said Mem, but be srudged the praise with a jealousy that surprised her, “The man is Tom Holby, I think,” said Leva, “Awfully nige fellow. Seems to have taken a great shine to you." fonsense!" said Mem, oddly quickened by the thought and a little alrmed by her own delight. “Well, we might as well move along,” Leva grumbled. "We're only extras and we don't belong with the big folk Humbled and outcast, but without resentment, Mem followed through the heavy gloom, sud¢enly smothered with loneliness and uselessness, yet panting for something to do, some- thing brilliant and tremndously em>- tional, Ike the moment of desperate passion she had enacted in the des- ert. She wondered what the photograph would look lke, wondered if she would ever see it, if anyone else would ever see it; or if it would be cut out as Leva had suggested. A terrible thing to feel fiercely and be cut out, snuffed Mke a candle flame that yearns and leaps and {s forever as if it had never been. When she reached the cottage she was very weary again. But sha could not sleep and Leva wanted to read. There yere two beds in the room and Leva rat propped up by a little bedlight that painted her in bright vignette against the dark. After a long stupor Mem abruptly wanted to know something, “Are the motion-picture People very wicked?" she heard herself ask- ing. Leva stared into the dark where Mem lay, and she laughed: “Very.”" : Mem sighed. She was sorry to hear t. “In fact." Leva went on, “r don’t know a single moving-picture person who is above reproach." She finishe: the page and turned tt before she went on. “But then, nelther do I know a single person in any other walk of life who is above reproach. Everybody I ever heard of ts full of sin. The bible says that we all fell with Adam—and Eve. 6 it's only natural that movie people should bo as faulty as everybody: sise is. But I.can't see. that. they're any wickeder than anybody else.” “Really?” Mem “cried, hoisting herself to an evbow. “Really. Most movie people are stodgy and untemperamental and nice, everydayish, folksy souls. They work haré when they can, and save their money, and raiss famiites; ana have chitdren and spats and diseases and petty vices like everybody else. A tew wild ones make a splurge and get in the papers. f “But if you read the papers you'll see all the professions and trades re- presented in the scandals. The other day the front page told about a Preacher who ran away with a girl in the chor and left a wife and sev- eral children behind him. But no- bocy spoke about the danger of Iet- ting girls sing in choirs. Yet choirs are dangerous, Heaven knows.’ She could not see how Mem trem- bled at this random arrow that struck home. Mem was sorry she spoke and asked no more qtiestions, But Leva needed no further prompting. “I've tried a lot of tradés—steno grapher, nursing, cdfivagsiig® for! magazine subscription’, clérkitg if a store, and just plain home life— and there was mischief everywhere. Don’t believe all this talk you hear, honey, or put it in its proper pro- portion. There were no movies twen- ty-five years ago, but Satan is a million years old and he hasn't taken a day or a night off yet. I used to know a piece about ‘Satan finds mischief still for {dle hands to do,’ but he has enough left over for busy hands, too. Are you thinking of staying in the movies?” “No.” “Afraid of them?" “You've got a good start. You've made a hit with a star and a director the first Loral 1’ it change--- © ie nena eae SETS TORN LR NP oa Casper Sunday Worning Cribune IF a ae 4 Better keep at it.’ fk “No, thank you.” oa “I'm. nobody. I couldn't: be of -any help except to find: you a good board- ing house and an agent, But if you ever come tp to Los Angelés—I'll give you the address tomorrow. Don’t. let me forget.” “Tava” retdtried “to” Her” Book, the turning of every page slashing Mem’ mood’ like a knife. She was thinking that she was not good enough even for the movies. Pid Her sin had led her to the ejige of this paradise, and then diawn’ her back by tne hair. She was doomed to spend a certain time in increasing héaviness, and then to die or to go about thenceforth with - nameless child at het breast or trudg- ing at her side, holding on to her hand and anchoring her to obscur- ity. CHAPTER XXII. ‘Wakened by the sound of rushing waters, she ran barefoot to the win- dow. There was no sign of rain in ‘The moun- tains looked as if rain had never thet hard, marbled sky. Campened them. She could not think just what their color reminded her of for a time. Then she recalled the burnt sugared almonds heaped in the window of Calverly's one candy store. How ehe both mottled-brown mountain range had no ~ sweetness, only inconceivable Still the water gurgied. She saw that the yard about the bungalow, soft and dusty last night, was now a Shallow lake with waters dancing everywhere. She thrust her head out of the window anO drew it in again, for a Jap was shutting the ater” gates Of an ovsrnowing trough extending as far as she could see. - It was an irrigation ditch. He was flooding the ground before the sun could turn the water into burning tenses, She was to learn that the desert irrigated yields more richly than rich soil untended! just as com- mon human soil respons with mir- acles to lavish floods of encourage- ment. A boy from the main building of the ‘hotel came skipping across the lawn to waken Leva, who must be up betimes. Mem would not yield to her appeals that she should come world” she would taste no more of the. forbidden cup. She put aside eapecially the temp- tation to be near Hom Holby and to taste the wine of ‘his approval and his thoughtfuiness. Temptation, Mike love, follows who flees. Mem went back to bed, but, goad- ed by discontent, rose, bathed, and Greased, and went to the hotel for breakfast, determined that she would inquire at once the way to the Ran- ales ranch and take up her humble future before her funds were further diminished. ‘The dining room was deserted save for one man, and that was Tom Holby. “Hello! he cried. “Come me, You're not working? Neither nin I. I'm a gentleman till this aft- ernoon. Phey’re taking shots that I'm not in, so I slept late. Our poor star, Robina, is out in the gas stove, turn- ing herself into a fricassee while I Joll at ease. She is belie Ridnaped today by o foying bard of bad Arabs. 1 yas fist startifig to resctia her yeéter day, disguised as a shelk or som thing, when I fell In with the famine mob. I rescued her ‘ast week up on ngeles.* "Stem A aves bewiiGaced that he exp’ained: “You. see, we built a whole Arabian street on the lot, and I broke in and broke out and broke up all the furniture, tearing Robina from the villains, Then we came down here to take the scenes of her capture. You'll get used to this up- side-down business when you've been in the movies @ little longer.” “rrve been in them as long as I'm going to bel’ *Oh no, you haven't!” Holby laugh- ed. “I wouldn't blame you for quit- avery day Were like ye: sit with F you have ever been asked to produce a receipt you did not have, for money you know you'd paid--- IF you have ever had a controversy over a mistake in IF you worry over carrying large sums of money--- | IF you have ever been embarrassed by not having money when needed--- a checking account Come in and talk it over. 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She consented for lack of | ability to imagine a polite excuse, and fin- ned her breakfast while he went in arch of a car, He came back with a rusty fiiv- which he~drove himself. There were. seven miles of road winding in all directions, especialiy up and down. She praised Holby for the skill with which he kept his hands and feet playing. “I had to drive one of these in my last picture,” he said. I’ve driven a stagecoach pursued by Indians through canons; and a coach and four down Fifth Avenue; and a don- key chaise in a London scene; and a side car tn an imitation Ireland, & motor boat, a street car, a cater- pillar tractor, an alrship, a chariot, and a steam shovel. Talented lad, eh? Look! Did you see that?” Mem had seen it. A long rope of scarlet silk ran across the road and threaded the sagebrush as {ff a red accordingly. 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Do you?” Her shivered repugnance answer- ed for her, After a time they passed a patch of ground a little drearier than the rest of the landscape. It had been Cleared. ona®, and a wooden cross erected thers. Holby answoeréd hér questioning stare. “That's probably the grave of somé poor fellow who die@ of thirst. A villager was telling ma last night that only Iast week a man wad found dead within a mile of his ranch, He was that near to godd water, but he couldn't make the aff: tance. Out of his mind, probably, They said he was almost naked. Met who are dying for water have a queer mania for tearing off thelr cloth: Mem was startled. She had heat! this very fact from the man {i Yuma. She had decided to let Mr Woodvillo dio of thirst. It seemed cdiously cruel now ‘to subject ever an imaginary man to such a ceath, Ths reminded her that she had nbdt yet eplained to Mr. Holby the puzzlé of her name. 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