The evening world. Newspaper, October 29, 1921, Page 13

: in T the side of a muddy, shell- torn road stood a man, in the garb of an American Army Captain, gazing down upon 4 figure seated upon an ammunition-case, gingerly manipulating her left ankle. She—for the figure was that of a young woman--wore a_ knee-length skirt of khaki, exposing legs in spiral puttees. A motor coat of yellow leather was about her shoulders, and n her hands a visored cap. But striking was the head, a head with abundant yellow hair; keen, clear, light-blue most eyes looking out from a face tanned leathery brown. She would have been recognized by any eervice man as a member of a French corps, even had not an overturned ambulance lain nearby. utomobile It was not France; it was a section of the Essential Film Company's plant in California~—and the army officer was Courtney Raile, Hester Dane's leading man, “If you hurt your ankle that time, Miss Bell,” he said, “I think we can put off retaking this number until to morrow.” ‘Who said we could, Raile? How long since you've been running this picture?” Phinney Hanes, Miss Dane's director, fumed inarticulately, while Raile discreetly withdrew, Nathalie Bell rose slowly to her fect, “Oh, I'll do it again.” “You bet you will,’ barked the di- rector. “And I want you to keep that hat lower over your eyes and your face turned away more. Remember you're Hester Dane, Come on Miss Bel) teeth into yourself, Sink your not now, this.” ambulance placed upon and Nathalie climbed to and backed the car to its the corner. smoke-pots the canvas So the was its wheels, the wheel starting-point Bombers and men concealed themselves in around with roofs of the buildings. The ambulance umbered around the corner, came on it full speed, turned suddenly and skidded, while unseen hands, hauling upon ropes attached to the top of that side of the car away from the camera, upon its side, the She pulled the car over driver springing clear as it fell. landed in a heap. “Lie there! Turn face, Throw out your arms wide,” bawled Hanes. “That's it. Now the soldiers! Pick her up, you men, her face away from the camera, Into the on the run. That's it. Fine! out the wounded. Right!” His whistle blew, and the camera heavily on your housé Dig shrili ut off It was the last scene but one of the “continuity”? to be taken in the plant; nn the morrow the cast would move to he open With everything thus on «schedule, the director became solici ous about Nathalie’s ankle. But mor important than a merely personal at tude was the necessity of the gin ippearan n rough stuff lying imme diately ahead hat, by the way, was lleste Dane great appeal. -the Jending of the duleet and delicat: vith the ntrepid and trenuous A play tha not involve sharp con asts of this nature was not a Hes er Dane play Nathalie glanced up t} directo { merely twisted it the first time | imped. It's quite al “Well, if you say 650" Manes besiluted, then turucd awey abruptly Sagara =< IRDAY, OCTOB THE GIRL WHO TOOK THE BUMPS , By LAWRENCE PERRY Illustrated By WILL B. JOHNSTONE —$—— > SECTION TWO. -- The Tale of a Movie Heroine and a Real Love—What Happened on-This Location Was Not the “Continuity” —ATMOSPHERE, ACTION, THRILLS to greet a young woman who was .walking down the war-torn street. Her wealth of yellow hair was crowned by & sea-green picture hatand her char meuse gown, stockings and slippers were of a color to match. Her eyes were blue, but not such a steel blue as Nathalie’s, “Hello, Phinney,’ she drawled lan guidly. “Good morning.” The dirautor re- garded her dubiously. “You knew there was nothing for you to-day.” ‘Sure I knew; I wouldn't work to- day if there wa The party didn't break up until 5 o’clock this morning.” Her eyes rolled heavenward. “What a night!” The director gestured toward Na- thalie. “The production nearly went flooic a while ago; she caught her foot As she jumped out of the ambulance thought she'd broken it,” Hester Dane turned and Nathalie with an imperious stare “She's doing something.’ she flushed, ‘So the show would have gone flooie, eh! That's the way it hits you! What do you think I am in this company?” surveyed always Suddenly Her voice rose stridently. “If you can't find fifty roughinecks willing to take falls for a hundred a week, I can, You give me any more of that flooie stuff, Phinney, and you'll be flooic with me; do you get me?” “TIL be flodie with you!” The direae tor flailed his hands, “I—xewho whe ‘ook you when you were methine but “Be careful, Phinney!” “Careful! The hell with refult What do you think Tam? 1’ igh, “ANY ONE WHO WON'T FOLLOW 4 WOMAN” SHE SHRILLED, “STAY BEH@ND.”