merton of the movies-第4节
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own the deserted street； pausing before the establishment of Selby Brothers。 From the door of this emerged one Elmer Huff； clerk at the City Drug Store。 Elmer had purchased a package of cigarettes and now offered one to Merton。
〃'Lo； Mert！ Have a little pill？〃
〃No； thanks；〃 replied Merton firmly。
He had lately given up smokingsave those clandestine indulgences at the expense of Gashwilerbecause he was saving money against his great day。
Elmer lighted one of his own little pills and made a further suggestion。
〃Say； how about settin' in a little game with the gang to…night after the store closesten…cent limit？〃
〃No； thanks；〃 replied Merton； again firmly。
He had no great liking for poker at any limit； and he would not subject his savings to a senseless hazard。 Of course he might win； but you never could tell。
〃Do you good；〃 urged Elmer。 〃Quit at twelve sharp； with one round of roodles。〃
〃No； I guess not；〃 said Merton。
〃We had some game last night； I'll tell the world！ One hand we had four jacks out against four aces； and right after that I held four kings against an ace full。 Say； one time there I was about two… eighty to the good； but I didn't have enough sense to quit。 Hear about Gus Giddings？ They got him over in the coop for breaking in on a social out at the Oak Grove schoolhouse last night。 Say； he had a peach on when he left here； I'll tell the world！ But he didn't get far。 Them Grove lads certainly made a believer out of him。 You ought to see that left eye of his！〃
Merton listened loftily to this village talk； gossip of a rural sport who got a peach on and started somethingAnd the poker game in the back room of the City Drug Store！ What diversions were these for one who had a future？ Let these clods live out their dull lives in their own way。 But not Merton Gill； who held aloof from their low sports； studied faithfully the lessons in his film…acting course； and patiently bided his time。
He presently sauntered to the post office； where the mail was being distributed。 Here he found the sight…seers who had returned from the treat of No。 4's flight； and many of the less enterprising citizens who had merely come down for their mail。 Gashwiler was among these； smoking one of his choice cigars。 He was not allowed to smoke in the house。 Merton； knowing this prohibition； strictly enforced by Mrs。 Gashwiler； threw his employer a glance of honest pity。 Briefly he permitted himself a vision of his own future homea palatial bungalow in distant Hollywood； with expensive cigars in elaborate humidors and costly gold…tipped cigarettes in silver things on low tables。 One might smoke freely there in every room。
Under more of the Elmer Huff sort of gossip； and the rhythmic clump of the cancelling stamp back of the drawers and boxes； he allowed himself a further glimpse of this luxurious interior。 He sat on a low couch； among soft cushions； a magnificent bearskin rug beneath his feet。 He smoked one of the costly cigarettes and chatted with a young lady interviewer from Photo Land。
〃You ask of my wife；〃 he was saying。 〃But she is more than a wife she is my best pal； and； I may add； she is also my severest critic。〃
He broke off here； for an obsequious Japanese butler entered with a tray of cooling drinks。 The tray would be gleaming silver； but he was uncertain about the drinks； something with long straws in them； probably。 But as to anything alcoholic； nowWhile he was trying to determine this the general…delivery window was opened and the interview had to wail。 But； anyway； you could smoke where you wished in that house； and Gashwiler couldn't smoke any closer to his house than the front porch。 Even trying it there he would be nagged； and fussily asked why he didn't go out to the barn。 He was a poor fish； Gashwiler； a country storekeeper without a future。 A clod！
Merton； after waiting in line； obtained his mail； consisting of three magazinesPhoto Land； Silver Screenings； and Camera。 As he stepped away he saw that Miss Tessie Kearns stood three places back in the line。 He waited at the door for her。 Miss Kearns was the one soul in Simsbury who understood him。 He had confided to her all his vast ambitions； she had sympathized with them； and her never…failing encouragement had done not a little to stiffen his resolution at odd times when the haven of Hollywood seemed all too distant。 A certain community of ambitions had been the foundation of this sympathy between the two； for Tessie Kearns meant to become a scenario writer of eminence； and； like Merton； she was now both studying and practising a difficult art。 She conducted the millinery and dressmaking establishment next to the Gashwiler Emporium； but found time； as did Merton； for the worthwhile things outside her narrow life。
She was a slight； spare little figure； sedate and mouselike； of middle age and； to the village； of a quiet； sober way of thought。 But； known only to Merton； her real life was one of terrific adventure； involving crime of the most atrocious sort； and contact not only with the great and good； but with loathsome denizens of the underworld who would commit any deed for hire。 Some of her scenarios would have profoundly shocked the good people of Simsbury； and she often suffered tremors of apprehension at the thought that one of them might be enacted at the Bijou Palace right there on Fourth Street； with her name brazenly announced as author。 Suppose it were Passion's Perils！ She would surely have to leave town after that！ She would be too ashamed to stay。 Still she would be proud； also； for by that time they would be calling her to Hollywood itself。 Of course nothing so distressingor so grandhad happened yet； for none of her dramas had been accepted； but she was coming on。 It might happen any time。
She joined Merton； a long envelope in her hand and a brave little smile on her pinched face。
〃Which one is it？〃 he asked； referring to the envelope。
〃It's Passion's Perils。〃 she answered with a jaunty affectation of amusement。 〃The Touchstone…Blatz people sent it back。 The slip says its being returned does not imply any lack of merit。〃
〃I should think it wouldn't！〃 said Merton warmly。
He knew Passion's Perils。 A company might have no immediate need for it； but its rejection could not possibly imply a lack of merit； because the merit was there。 No one could dispute that。
They walked on to the Bijou Palace。 Its front was dark； for only twice a week； on Tuesdays and Saturdays； could Simsbury muster a picture audience； but they could read the bills for the following night。 The entrance was flanked on either side by billboards； and they stopped before the first。 Merton Gill's heart quickened its beats； for there was billed none other than Beulah Baxter in the ninth installment of her tremendous serial； The Hazards of Hortense。
It was going to be good！ It almost seemed that this time the scoundrels would surely get Hortense。 She was speeding across a vast open quarry in a bucket attached to a cable； and one of the scoundrels with an ax was viciously hacking at the cable's farther anchorage。 It would be a miracle if he did not succeed in his hellish design to dash Hortense to the cruel rocks below。 Merton； of course； had not a moment's doubt that the miracle would intervene； he had seen other serials。 So he made no comment upon the gravity of the situation； but went at once to the heart of his ecstasy。
〃The most beautiful woman on the screen；〃 he murmured。
〃Well； I don't know。〃
Miss Kearns appeared about to advance the claims of rival beauties； but desisted when she saw that Merton was firm。
〃None of the rest can touch her；〃 he maintained。 〃And look at her nerve！ Would your others have as much nerve as that？〃
〃Maybe she has someone to double in those places；〃 suggested the screen…wise Tessie Kearns。
〃Not Beulah Baxter。 Didn't I see her personal appearance that time I went to Peoria last spring on purpose to see it？ Didn't she talk about the risks she look and how the directors were always begging her to use a double and how her artistic convictions wouldn't let her do any such thing？ You can bet the little girl is right there in every scene！〃
They passed to the other billboard。 This would be the comedy。 A painfully cross…eyed man in misfitting clothes was doing something supposed to be funnypushing a lawn mower over the carpet of a palatial home。
〃How disgusting！〃 exclaimed Miss Kearns。
〃Ain't it？〃 said Merton。 〃How they can have one of those terrible things on the same bill with Miss BaxterI can't understand it。〃
〃Those censors ought to suppress this sort of buffoonery instead of scenes of dignified passion like they did in Scarlet Sin；〃 declared Tessie。 〃Did you read about that？〃
〃They sure ought；〃 agreed Merton。 〃These comedies make me tired。 I never see one if I can help it。〃
Walking on； they discussed the wretched public taste and the wretched actors that pandered to it。 The slap…stick comedy； they held； degraded a fine and beautiful art。 Merton was especially severe。 He always felt uncomfortable at one of these regrettable exhibitions when people about him who knew no better laughed heartily。 He had never seen anything to laugh at； and said as much。
They crossed the street and paused at
