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2 THE — “Ruch a temper! Don't ny more, Phinney’ “Sure I do.” ‘Then you love me be nice."’ “You be nice. Upsetting me in ihe sniddle of a pleture this’ way. Let's He glanced at a sheet of “Miss Hell, scene wihiere Aileen second-story window with tho Wrenehwoman’s baby after a shetl anuscript, we want to shoot that drops from the 4 the house on fire.” Wester Dane walked away to her touring car. The fifleen-foot, jump wis so flaw less, and: so realistic, that Hanes for an instant forgot his artistic instincts in the fear that the girl had broken her neck, But sfe sat up, blinking when the German soldiers had regis tered a capture, HERE were two sides to the art of Hester Dane -Hester being and Nathalie ifesier never the one side, Bell the other, rot very far from the drawing-room. the bedehamber, the limousine or the The features country-club veranda, knock down-and-drag-me-out which had hee fame were supplied by element to Nathalie Bell, the girl who “took the bumps” for the Siisseni inl contributed no small brightest star of hilm Company's Leell atleman galaxy daughter of Nathate was thi a& Ke stock-raiser, hims¢ 8S «a thoroughbred than his hor Bat oa horses he bred, combined with a tho loyal tendency to back oughly sportsmanlike but utterly ruin ous system of operation in the stock- market, had eventually brought about -wnd-whité flag of the long survive the 1 exchange of his blue for the red Sheriff, Ho did not tlow, Nathalie ut the time of his death racing colors being eighteen, and con- Nathalie came to New York year in @ school of art famous écape painter. In the Furopean she enlisted as a Y. M. C. attached to the First Division of regu- spent a land- War, A. worker, ducted by a American jars, serving through thick and thin until the armistice was signed, when she returned to America. +An advertisement of the Essential Film Company in quest of a “young woman of action” attracted her atten- tion Shoe bill. nd revolver most seemed to She rifle shot, a tennis champion, certainly fill the was a splendid snd could ride anything that wore hoofs A better double for Wester foane could not have heen born ct was speedily made clear. But for some strange reason she did not rege ter attractively on the film; she was simply a fine, swinging, healthy girl whose air of breeding and poise came of blood that had flowed through the veins of proud Kentuckians’ for more than 150 years, Hiester Dane was the daughter of a 3ro0klyn motorman, Her golden hair had a ripple; her lips curled, and her checks dimpled in a wonderful baby had the i able to register smile; she faculty of being practically all of the human emotions without feeling any of them. Off the screen she quired a vencer, but underneath all she had ae- was common; and aside from a certain native shrewdness, she had the inte!- leetual depth of a pullet, Wer beauty was of the thin, break able porcelain type, depending for ef fect upon artificial embellishment } Nathalie’s good looks were of the wholesome, outdoor sort; her lips re- qguived no paint, her cheeks no. en- wmel, her eyes no belladonna, Pre- cisely and tersely, one wns a lady; the other was not 1tK sun was beginning to sink behind the hulking of tho distant Mountains; the «iddle ground were turfing blood red shoulder jradshaw hills in the The sceno was one of utter desolation cloud somewhere among Vo the castward hung a dari rain Phinney Hanes's dark, face settled in- Mouds were, the least of indicative of the mountains, thin tently ahead, as he sensitive was his worrles turned the touring car into an arroyo and stepped on the eaccvlorator. "You heimer, Phinney, but ein me.” Wisen you've got to may be the origina) Ifester Dane setited down EVEN NG WORLD'S in her dust-coat in a species of grim composure, when a shout sounded from the other side of the canyon. A man oon horseback, a cowboy appar- «ntly, was urging his steed across the little valley at a gallop, his obvious in- tention being to intercept the party. “Hal” A note of triumph about Hester Dane's deeper note of ap- prehension. ‘You knew the = road, So you lose us, and now you've yun us into a highwayman! Well, I hope he gets your roll.” “Duck!"" dived to horseman Sure! Sheridan, the camera man, the floor of the The bad ceased attempting to de nhead of the car, and was draw- ing his revolver. car, ri “My God!” Hester Dane snuggled down among the levers below the dashboard. Nathalie Bell gat leaning forward, motionless, a gleam in her gray eyes. She saw whither the man was aiming at the tires. He proved an excellent the first shot punctured tire; his second perforated The car skidded, and for a thritting instant seemed on the verge The marksman: one Tear the other. of turning turtle, then stopped. a os nom cer ae FICTION SECTION, 2 played throwing his photographic apparatus ligh and;clear, followed her. And the next tnstant Nathalie Hell sprang lightly from the tonneau to the back of the mustang, where she clung to the cowboy’s shoulders as the anima! looped up the side of the canyon, The torrent caught the car, upended it and swept it away like a peach-crate. If eoused the hoofs of the mustang and turged at the ankles of all. An in- stant later every one was safe. Hanes shook his head solemniy, He had the imagination to picture in all its details the fate from which had been 4 , ivered, Reaching out, he placed his hand upon, Hester, Dane's shoulder, but she shrugged it off im- patiently; her eyes and thoughts were upon the cow-puncher. He was an in- teresting type, tall, lithe, finely shoul- dered and clear-eyed. Obviously he was finding Nathalie Bell easy to look they at, The girl had swung herself to the rround and was smiling up at him. Ho and Nathalie were forming a re markable picture, and it was not in Hroster Dane's nature to but herself to do the in anything. permit any one big scenes She moved forward in Sdekigy ciacenthn = im Chine at “ae weert ete: “I'M DELIGHTED TO MEET YOU—FORMALLY, MR. TULLY.” horseman clattered up, gesturing with lis revolver “Run your car up the side of the Hill, Quick! Cloudburst!" Following the man’s gesture, tie party saw up the arroyo, roaring, boil- ing, crested with foam and driftwood, an eight-foot wall of water with the bearing down upon the car fury of elements unleashed TERE with the stalled motor, was no time to bother Phin leaped to the ney Hanes and hauled = IHester Dane ont of the seat ground while Sheridan her most alluring manner, he drooped engagiugly “You did he cooed any something gr am sure 1 ain grateful,” The man nodded negtigy nily “We're all out gunning for Mexican f, W. W.'’s-mino workers most of them, who've been hell-raising here- iyouts lately we There was udburst ip the valleygalways dangerous in this country in the spring, Saw you going up the gulel Thought I'd bet rowarn you,” it was certainly bully of you,’ SATURDAY, OCTOBER 29, 1921. Tlanes begau, “My name is Hanes, of the Fssential ilm Company. We were ont on location and got lost when we tried to return. [ guess Courtney Raile and the rest of the crowd got in all right. We've been doing a compre- hensive thriller—action ranges from Irance to the Wild West. But this beats anything we've tilmed.” The man slipped down from his horse and dropped the reins over the animal's head, “You came off pretty well, I should catch strangers every once in a while-they don’t ever talk about it much afterward. I['’'— “C{ think,” interrupted Hester, pout- ing prettily? ‘that Mr. Haneca might in- troduce mc. Fissential," “Oh!” The man stepped toward her, “You're rathe: around here, suy. These torrents { am Hester Dane of the popular Miss Dane. I'm delighted,to know you, You're Lardly a stranger; we have cyery one of your pictures shown at the mess hall ‘in the mine as soon as it vomes out. I’ve always wanted to meet you.” “That's awfully nice,” glowed the star, “And now what are we going to do?” “You can’t go to Mayer to-night; that’s certain.” “Mayet floster The man does scem a lang way off.” smiled pathetieals gestured “Tt youll work around the hill be hind us,” he said, “we'll come to a trail, Til leave yeu there and ride ver to the Tully mine and come back for you in a car It's only about eight miles In the morning Ul] run you over to Mayer,’ “Bully for you! Hane walked up fo the man “Might I ndebted fo out e a res ve?” “Oh, my name's Tull He strode chead with Wlanes, and the rest trudged in the par, . Springing upon his horse at the head of the trail, he galloped away into the tarlit: darkness, “Holy M Ilester Dane crept up { Hanes's side, “Do you Know who that guy is, Phinney?” “Certainly I do: Tu Oh, you nut!” Da “You nut, U said Tlanes stared at tie girl That fellow's A nold Tully, son of the magnate in the country don't you get { wos the particular mine we're lL knew al rout him in New York A quect chap! Spends most of his time out 1 Wo owhen he come ALO ig vn 1 i nly wn {f mean \" Iles ti non ’ ¢ ] i | ( kKled it tt gigyzling i icss I'm ¢ d Talk about real life! You get us lost; » flood come uy, and h whe washes in Cold u Tully? Soft, luck te © on this Laas , ns OU On the level, do ft look all right’ She turned toa Nathalie De “{ saw you making eyes at hii,” She luughed ‘Arnold Tully! And you jumped onto that mustang with a strangle hold around s neck though he were Jesse James Nathalie, gazing into the stai dk ert whither the h man vd vane Cd, Mie no reply HE ! Cu ear cae plu t Md tossing Mu ! inething t ul fter hi cpariave, The drive ‘ 1, help Tiest Lane Oo mn ron seat While the others climbed into the ton neau, It owas not until the car had left the mountain and rolled out upon \ rutted ore road that Tully uttered anything more than qa monosyllable “Now,” he said, glancing sidewise, “the going will be a bit more able.” “Oh, it's Hester, “I conversationally, rmfort. been ‘all right,” replied don't think,” she went on “that you're much iner to me, Mr, Tully, said has talked to me a let more of a str: than was to you, Jimmy about und I are old friends, Angeles this win- A Complete Story Every Saturday -