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SUNDAY, MAY 6, 1923. “SOULS FOR SALE’-- . CHAPTER LVI—(Continued.) “But here we are arguing. ing. Argu- Argument is death to love. Let's marry! Let's take a chance! We can’t be any worse off than we are now. We'd be happy for a while anyway. He took her in his arms, and she aid not resist. Neither di¢ she sur- render. Her, mind was away, and ber voice a remote murmur: “How long could it last?” “We've just come from a golden wedding, and there were couples “there that have had thelr silver an- niversaries.”” “But Jimmfe Coler and Edith MI- not were married on Monday and separated on Tuestay. And Mr, and Mrs. Gaines Imve lived apart for years, and they would be divorced if she weren't a Catholic. And the Blisses» ve together, but everybody knows their other affairs.” “The actors are no unhappter than the plumbers or the merchants, We'd have as good a chance as anybody. We'd be happy for a while, anyway. Let's take a chance!” ut Mem was not in a gambling pias. She withdrew herself gently from his relaxing arms. She wanted to ponder a while longer. Marriage was a subject about which the best people told the most lies. If you are truly respectable you never tell the truth about marriage or religion, andi you never permit it to be told in your presence. Mem cherished the ancient {deal of an innocent bride going shyly into the ward of a husband who will in- struct her reverently into awful se- crete. She felt that she had somehow lost the right to be a bride, for there were no secrets to tell her. How could she enter a school when she| was already postgraduate in its! sses? She did not know how rare such ignorance has always been. She did not know that many good, wise peo- ple had felt it a solemn ¢uty to in-| struct little boys and ait] the mysteries long before * on to nubility. She was not > are of the new morality that d tne virtue or the safety of | and lcathes the ancient hyp «os, the evil old ideal that a norms man wants to marry a female {d'ot. ~® She was pitifully convinced that she was unworthy of Tom Holby's arms. She knew that he had led the| average Ife. She did not expect to fing him ignorant of life. But that! d never been expecte of bride-| srooms. it was trom a deep regard for him that she denied his prayer and -went | sadly to her solitary room as to a/ cell for a fallen woman. Oh, to have | been always good! : ‘There she rebelled against her doom. She grew defiant. ‘The orange tree in thé piitio-had both fruft. and:| Wossoms.' Her heart. qwas ¢ullj ot} knowledge and yet of innocence. She knew the live coals of desire, but| she knew also the hearth yearnings At the cross-roads of Casper. Avoid the rocky road named Rent. You may now be traveling this road, it leads to nowhere. Take the one that leads to Butler Heights And a home of yourown. We have made this road a smooth one. Take it and we will help you to own that home as easy or easier than you’ now pay rent. Buy in an addi- tion where there are improvements. We have them now. Graded streets, water, gas, cement sidewalks and only one block from school, This is a restricted district and you get a lot here with improvements at a very reasonable price, with terms and no inter- est. - This is in the path of the best and fastest growing section of the city. This is an opportunity of a lifetime. Don’t pass it by. Consult us if you want a home or investment: SALESMEN WILL BE AT OFFICE AND ON ADDITION ALL DAY SUNDAY | Mountain Realty and Title Corp. ' M. Elma Butler-Cromer, Pres. and me to be pioneers in the grea’ of the brie She had the steadfast est art that ‘ever was the all-in-all eagerness of the wife to bend herjart. We are lke the Greeks, like neck to the yoke, the men of Chaucer's tima and She loved her art. She loved her| Shakespeare's time and Fielding’s. public. She felt at times immortal! We're presiding at the birth of an yearnings, immortal assurances. immortal art. Some of us don’t The doting author, Mr, Hobbes, | know it. We're among the immortal: Waxed lyrical about the future of|Miss Steddon. Isn't it tremendous? the movies. He was as much cf a certainly very nico—t scholar as his years permitted, and rad who erike ‘ he mocked the contemptible contempt nt drama. of tho cinemaphobes, the pompous| 4 4 EURLUTAE thee “wis ga: oldsters, and the ridiculous prectosity | 5. i004 pithy, Bie eouGtisns ee re: of the affected youngsters who prated | args jit Mae Veena) of art and thought it meant a lifting i Her heart swung toward the au- of themselves by their own boot th Hobbes su Sea raee oe com.| ther now. Ho! made love to her Taps soe classy in the thin disguise of scenarios ani mon people, “They make me sick, the pups? he| hemes for immortalizing her gen- ius and his own. said. ‘Chesterton sald it when he saic that some of the talk of art tor| The partnership of an author and art's sake made him want to shout,/an actress seemed ideal. But when she was out of Hobbo's range and un- ‘No art, for God's sake! “When the skyscraper was new, the | er Tom Holly's spell, she was can. fly convinced that the {deal partner- same kind of poseurs howled that it | was & monstrosity—rotten commer-) Ship was an actor and an actress. clal blot on the landscape—proof that | She had been of mind that actre: the Americans were hopeless Philis-|and director mace the perfect cor. tines. Now everybody that knows | bination, Claymore had left his auto-| says that the skyscraper is the one sraph on her soul. ‘Then a rich man Sreat addition to architecture that| wintering at Los Angeles fell into her has been made for centaries — the/orbit and began to circle. about her Greek, the Gothic, the American. in shortening e!lipses. He wanted to! “When the drama was new in Ath-/ put ‘big money” back of her and or- ens that was mocked at, Euripedes|ganizo The Remember Steddon Pro. was the popular one and wrote the human thing, the sob stuff of his time. And Aristophanes tore him to| Pieces worse than anybody ever tore the cheapest movie. He said that, Buripedes’ stuff had all gone to hell} already. And now we revere it, And Plato spoke of ‘the laugh and tear’ just as we do. “I ean stand the contempt of these whelps better than their patronage. I| see red when they say that the mov- fos are cheap and trashy stuff now, except a few foreign eccentrics like ‘Doctor Caligari,’ but that they will some day be great. “Some day hel!! Pardon my French! Some day is yesterday. Great movies were done from the start. They, sprang full armed from the brow of Jove, just as the drama did, anc the skyscrapers, and the novels. ‘They're great now. They were great clusively for her. But he talked so! large and was so large that he fright-! ened off her love, and the wealth of Wall Street that hell of iniquity and Persecution of the totlers, seemed to be sobbing away like the last water in a leaky tub. i This love ing Mem frant H she had pay as in the traditions of | her girlhood, love waa a thing that) came once and never came again. Gocd women knew their true fate- mates at once and never swerved in| thelr devotion, ~ Yet hero she was Passionately in- terested in several gentlemen, finding ach of them fascinating just so for nd faultful thereafter, Instead of giving herself meekly to the bliss of matrimony she was debating its ad- business was | Doctor Bretherick. | self. j 7 they talkec poverty instead of mar- , Studio would be one of the first to | rendered worthless, or its provisions | auctions, Inc., and make pictures ex- |\ arty. ( In all the pictures fhe Casper All that art talk suddenly becamo bread and butter talk. ‘What could she do now—not to per- fect her fame, but to make a living? She Would be poorer than her father. She would h; instalments of that “conscience fund” which be had learned to expect from She could not even pay the instalments on numer- ous vanities she had bought for her- self from the shops, Her tovers were as defutured as her- Authors, actors, directors—all riage. CHAPTER LVII No one had talked hard times Iong- er or louder than Bermond. Hoe had been mcked at hated. accused of Breed when he cut salaries ruthless- ly, refused to renew contracts, slowed UP production. Artists said it was a cheay excuse for grabbing more prot: its. Having heard him croak of dis- aster so long, Mem assumed that his crash, Her contract would be canceled or interrupted by a long vacation. Ber- mond sent for her and she went pre- pared for the guillotine, He said: “I ike you, Miss Steddon. You've You've made no trou- You've taken good care of your- self( and in every picture you're a! little better than before. I find that| ‘the exhibitors are wiring in: ‘Give us| more Steddon stuff. Our patrons as| they go stop to say how much they like Steddcn. Why Con’t you star ‘her?’ What the exhibitors say, goe —as far as it can. “I don't want to fight the pub‘ic though I try to give them better | things all the time. “We can't star you now. All our tars are going out. We can't put any more money in pictures till we sell what we've got on the shelves, ‘But I believe in you. I want peo- ple to know ycu. And when the good times come again you must be ready for them. So I'll go on paying you your salar and send you out on a visability, practicability and profit. ten years ago. Griffith's ‘Birth of a| She must be at heart a bad woman Nation’ is a ‘gigantic classic. His | one of those adventuresses, Broken Blossoms’ converted a lot of] Either fiction was very untrue to| l’ghbrows because it was sad and) life, cr life v very untrue to fiction.| hopetess, but happy endings are hard-| ‘Then came The Pause. Hard times er to contrive than the tragic ones, struck the movies so hard that in tho| and no more inartistic. Then there} stucios they becaem no times at all, are all the big directors: Rex In-) The disarmament convention met in gram, a sculptor and a pcet; Reginald! Washington to prepare a naval hol. Barker with his Scotch grimness and’ {day and guarantee another end. to tenderness; Henry King: Hayes Hun-| war—war that {s always ending and ter, and the two De Milles—all pas-| never ended. sionate hunters of beauty and emo-| Most of the motion-picture factor- tion. tes c’sarmed entirety, and the rest of ‘It's the critics that are small and | them nearly, The Bermond Studios always tate, The critics always m'ss| kept cne company at work, and tt the express anc come up on the slow| was not Mem's company. freight. ‘They always discover the} She was stricken with terror as she way Columbus discovered America,|confronted her problem. The smiling tour of personal appearances, “Your last picture looks Ike a kneck-out. I'm going to take down Clive C‘eland’s name and feature yours alone. I want you to go east— ‘to New York and Boston, Philly, Chi. all the big cities, and let the people see you when they see the p‘cture. “We'll pay your traveling expenses, give you a drawingroom—that means We have to buy two tickets, anyw |s0 your mother can go along as our (guest. We'll give you big public'ty —and a nice time in every city, What do you say “Of course!’ Mem said. ‘ever so kind of you.” This Cazed Bermond, who was not used to gratitude. He gasped: “That's nice! All right. Go home “And It's after {t had been here a million years. “future was a dead past. Tho garden “Think how marvelous it is for you{ land of Los Angeles had reverted to the desert and pack up.” She hastened home, and her heart went clicket 12314 South Center Street—Phone 453 C. W. Mapes, Sales Mgr. ave to discontinue the| ckety with the liltine unbap Morning Cribune thrill of her first railroad voyage. That had taken her from the mid- west to the southwest. Now she was/ to triumph back across the mid-west ‘and on and on to the northeast, the southeast, the two borders, the two ‘coasts, and all the towns between. Remember the cinemite was going forth like Peter the Eremite to sum- mon people ty her banner of rescuc. ‘of sympathy, of ardor. Her mother was as joyous as sho. |. The crusade was a new youth to her; it brought belatedly all the the treas- ures of experience she had given up hoping for. The best she had ever expectec was an occasional chanze of village, to move as the evicted wife of @ peor preacher, from one parsonage whose dullness she had grown used to to a new boredom, Now she would travel like a dowager empress’ from capital to capital author of a-famous screen queen, The royal progress was to begin with a transcontinental leap to New York to assist at the opening of the Picture on Broadway—“On Broad- ay!'"—to the.actor what “In Heav- {s to tho saint, “In Rome. to the priest, “In Washington!” to the Politician “In goal!’ to the athlete. The abandoned suitors of Mem made a sorry squad at the Santa Fe station. They stared at her with hu- miliated devot'on. Bermond sent a bushel of flowers| and fruit to her crawingroom. He saw to it that there were reporters to give her a good send-off. She left Los Angeles another wo- man from the lorn, long thing that tad crept into the terrifying city, as 70 many sick punded war victims had crept into d found it a restoring fountain th and hope and ambition, She waved good-by with a homesick sorrcw in her eyes. Her consolation was her last shout. “rit come back! I'l come back 1 a little of the feeling Eve ve had as she made her last walk down the quickset maths of Eden to open again. The train stole out of Eden lke the serpent that wheedled Eve into the outer world. It glided through opu- jent Pasadena and Redlands and San Bernardino, a wilderness of olives, palms, and dangling apples of gold in ans of orange trees. By the t ain began to cl over the as the mother, the| lungera faint hearters, | ‘0 the cute that would not| and by came Cajon Pass, whero- offe! -A Great Novel of Hollywood Life BY RUPERT HUGHES meuntain walls that were the gate of; pebbles this parad'se; up the deep way cf human and animal bones pad been laid down. ® sort but it was the pretty winter of southern California, The land-} 8c&Pe was mooded to wistfulness. | There White trees wero all aflutter with long, | gilded teaves as if butterfly swarms . | Were clinging there, wind blown. Soon | the orange and fig trees were no longer enriched the scene. Junt!pers and cactus, versatile in ugliness, man- zanita and Joshua trees were the| embiems of nature’s poverty. Yet there was something Qear to Mem in, the very soil. She ‘could have kissed the ground good-by, as Ulysses flung himself down and press. ed his ips on the good earth of Ithaca, The snow-sugared rests of the Cucamongas and Old Baldy's bleak majesty were stupendously beautiful, | but they seemed to be only monstrous | entargements of the tiny mountains that ants and beets-climbed. As the train lumbered ‘up the steep, the earth passec\ before Mem’s eyes! slowly slowly. She found the ground more absorbing than the peaks or the sky. She stared inwardly into her- self and the common people that she | sprang from and spoke to. heart, She found| Hero jthem the same as the giants—not so| capital 'big in size, but infinitely bigger in | number. { z building | The sterras and the foothils were |only vast totals of minute mountains She found the world wrinkles of the ‘canyons, the huge slabs of rock! patched with rage of green, repeated in the tiny scratches that raindrops had made in lumps of dirt. The wind fof the passing train sent avalanches of pebbly dirt ro!ling through for-| ests of petty weeds, Small lizar’s darted, yet were noet| s0 fast as the train that kept on its way out of paradise, winding lke a| |gorged python, On some of the} twists of track she could see its! doub'e head and the smoke {t breath-| ed. with the tra'n, mocking ot as human | without effort 1s always mocked since its * every climb discloses satiric laughter pri important ter tank and the up. had left the rich Then aside, new to farther heights; horizons| The ’ s the What are the new features? 1, Automatic Ribbon Reverse. 2. Improved Line Spacer—one motion returns carriage and spacts for next line. 10-inch carriage, widest on any portable, takes a number ten envelope with room to spare. Standard Portcble Keyboard, with right and left shift keys. The simplest of all typewriter keyboards, and the easiest to “memorize and use. 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Thero was winter here, too, of /canght San the there che. een kains snapped back into view, only to be blacked ‘out again. long kiss for many kisses, in this rich gloom. found Tom in his absence, Were not a fool to leave hi told hér that he had saved money enough to lve a long whi le without|in the air an annoyance of stingy working; to travel abroad with her; /Uttle snowflakes, to give her » Sow ohama Be = =| ne mountat sho thought of her ambition and fo!-| Sanacing, Gee ee lowed it. She. reviled herself for her auto- matic discontent, monotony of home as it held most women captive, she was "a free rover in art. free and roving she their luxury of repose. Now she was by herself. Her moth-| er was nico; but mothers and fathers | cannot count in that realm of the| Finally the breathless train at the tep of its climb. She was stung with an impulse | take the first | {ng much to seo—a red frame station windows, a chicken-yard, = red wa- row of one-room gether for company too abundant space. Probably the summit would be about the same. | But it seemed lonely and un- comfortable at best to work so hard| for such a cold reward again, the helper engine withdrawn panting with exertion. 1 The mountains appeared to rise| train would coast down to the levels |to get down. ery horizon conquered points with| down, you would find Cosert instead of a bower. other side of the mountains, fter all the effort of getting across, | pires, ould be like answer your questions about the New Corona Stationery Dept. PAGE THREE —— estry to study the seamy side, the knots and the Patternless waste. Stl her youthful eagernoss: al- ways served as an.antidote for her discontent. The desert had its charms. The dead. platitudinous tev- els mate cas'er going. Platitudes Were labor saving and you went tas- Xer and safer over them. And you can see farther on the level. Up high, the mountains get in one another's way, as do Jealous artists and contra- dictory creeds. The next morning found the des- ert still running by. The ground was as brown and red and shaggy as the hide of an ancient squaw. There were scabs of snow in the wrinkles; Were on the slopes of the and looked to be forever ed the picture like a Instantly Mem tmag- y at her side, snatch- for the moun- Would have been time for a Once more she Holby wooing her best She wondered if she| im. He had |eruel and snarling. They would not understand the yearning for warmth because they could not. They were cold as the slerras of critics that Mem must try to conquer. But she cou!d feel sorry for them also. It could not be much fun to be cold and bleak ana critical, The cattle sprinkled about the re- gion were working hard for sparse fodder. Life was like that. In the warm sweet summer food and drink Were easy to get and luscious, Wak- was a*dream and sleeping a beati- tude; love was balm in the alr. In the winter though food and drink Were scant and harsh. Waking was qmisery and sleep a shivering; love ardly more than two walfs ghiver- ing together to keep warm. At one station Indian giris ran along the treck offering gaudy litt!e earthenware baskets and bright bead- work they had made—to an express train that would not atop long enough even for such passengers as would take the trouble to bu The girls wore striped Navajo shawls that were not warm encugh Thetr other clothee were inappro- priate, somshow—civilized garb that ’ took away picturesquenesa and con- ferred ugliness instead of comfore— wrinkled black stoking high shoes, pink plata dresses, The poor things, that ha@ been In- ($an princeases!—a large word for their true estate. 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