merton of the movies-第46节
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rried this light manner through minor scenes with the beautiful young girl friends of Miss Gordon who wooed him； lay in wait for him； ogled and sighed。 Always he was the laughingly tolerant conqueror who had but a lazy scorn for his triumphs。
He did not strike the graver note until it became suspected that there were crooks in the house bent upon stealing the famous Gordon jewels。 That it was Throckmorton who averted this catastrophe by sheer nerve and by use of his rare histrionic powersas when he disguised himself in the coat and hat of the arch crook whom he had felled with a single blow and left bound and gagged； in order to receive the casket of jewels from the thief who opened the safe in the library； and that he laughed away the thanks of the grateful millionaire； astonished no one in the audience； though it caused Merton Gill to wonder if he could fell a crook with one blow。 He must practice up some blows。
Throckmorton left the palatial country home wearied by the continuous adulation。 The last to speed him was the Gordon daughter； who reminded him of their wager； within ten days he would acknowledge her to be an actress fit to play as his leading woman。
Throckmorton drove rapidly to a simple farm where he was not known and would be no longer surfeited with attentions。 He dressed plainly in shirts that opened wide at the neck and assisted in the farm labours； such as pitching hay and leading horses into the barn。 It was the simple existence that he had been cravingaway from it all！ No one suspected him to be Hubert Throckmorton； least of all the simple country maiden； daughter of the farmer； in her neat print dress and heavy braid of golden hair that hung from beneath her sunbonnet。 She knew him to be only a man among men； a simple farm labourer； and Hubert Throckmorton； wearied by the adulation of his feminine public； was instantly charmed by her coy acceptance of his attentions。
That this charm should ripen to love was to be expected。 Here was a child； simple； innocent； of a wild…rose beauty in her print dress and sunbonnet； who would love him for himself alone。 Beside a blossoming orange tree on the simple Long Island farm he declared his love； warning the child that he had nothing to offer her but two strong arms and a heart full of devotion。
The little girl shyly betrayed that she returned his love but told him that he must first obtain the permission of her grandmother without which she would never consent to wed him。 She hastened into the old farmhouse to prepare Grandmother for the interview。
Throckmorton presently faced the old lady who sat huddled in an armchair； her hands crooked over a cane； a ruffled cap above her silvery hair。 He manfully voiced his request for the child's hand in marriage。 The old lady seemed to mumble an assent。 The happy lover looked about for his fiance when； to his stupefaction； the old lady arose briskly from her chair； threw off cap； silvery wig； gown of black； and stood revealed as the child herself； smiling roguishly up at him from beneath the sunbonnet。 With a glad cry he would have seized her； when she stayed him with lifted hand。 Once more she astounded him。 Swiftly she threw off sunbonnet； blonde wig； print dress； and stood before him revealed as none other than the Gordon daughter。
Hubert Throckmorton had lost his wager。 Slowly； as the light of recognition dawned in his widening eyes； he gathered the beautiful girl into his arms。 〃Now may I be your leading lady？〃 she asked。
〃My leading lady； not only in my next picture； but for life；〃 he replied。
There was a pretty little scene in which the wager was paid。 Merton studied it。 Twice again； that evening； he studied it。 He was doubtful。 It would seem queer to take a girl around the waist that way and kiss her so slowly。 Maybe he could learn。 And he knew he could already do that widening of the eyes。 He could probably do it as well as Parmalee did。
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Back in the Buckeye office； when the Montague girl had returned from her parting with Merton； Baird had said：
〃Kid； you've brightened my whole day。〃
〃Didn't I tell you？〃
〃He's a lot better than you said。〃
〃But can you use him？〃
〃You can't tell。 You can't tell till you try him out。 He might be good； and he might blow up right at the start。〃
〃I bet he'll be good。 I tell you。 Jeff； that boy is just full of acting。 All you got to dokeep his stuff straight； serious。 He can't help but be funny that way。〃
〃We'll see。 To…morrow we'll kind of feel him out。 He'll see this Parmalee film to…dayI caught it last nightand there's some stuff in it I want to play horse with； see？ So I'll start him to…morrow in a quiet scene； and find out does he handle。 If he does； we'll go right into some hokum drama stuff。 The more serious he plays it the better。 It ought to be good； but you can't ever tell in our trade。 You know that as well as I do。〃
The girl was confident。 〃I can tell about this lad；〃 she insisted。
CHAPTER XIII
GENIUS COMES INTO ITS OWN
Merton Gill； enacting the part of a popular screen idol； as in the play of yesterday； sat at breakfast in his apartments on Stage Number Five。 Outwardly he was cool； wary； unperturbed； as he peeled the shell from a hard…boiled egg and sprinkled salt upon it。 For the breakfast consisted of hard…boiled eggs and potato salad brought on in a wooden dish。
He had been slightly disturbed by the items of this meal； it was not so elegant a breakfast as Hubert Throckmorton's； but he had been told by Baird that they must be a little different。
He had been slightly disturbed； too； at discovering the faithful valet who brought on the simple repast was the crosseyed man。 Still； the fellow had behaved respectfully； as a valet should。 He had been quietly obsequious of manner； revealing only a profound admiration for his master and a constant solicitude for his comfort。 Probably he； like Baird； was trying to do something distinctive and worth while。
Having finished the last eggglad they had given him no more than threethe popular screen idol at the prompting of Baird； back by the cameras； arose； withdrew a metal cigarette case； purchased that very morning with this scene in view； and selected a cigarette。 He stood negligently； as Parmalee had stood； tapped the end of the cigarette on the side of the case； as Parmalee had done； lighted a match on the sole of his boot； and idly smoked in the Parmalee manner。
Three times the day before he had studied Parmalee in this bit of business。 Now he idly crossed to the centre…table upon which reposed a large photograph album。 He turned the pages of this； pausing to admire the pictures there revealed。 Baird had not only given him general instructions for this scene； but now prompted him in low； encouraging tones。
〃Turn over slowly； you like 'em all。 Now lift the album up and hold it for a better light on that one。 It's one of the best； it pleases you a lot。 Look even more pleasedsmile！ That's good。 Put down the album； turn again； slowly； turn twice more； that's it； pick it up again。 This one is fine〃
Baird took him through the album in this manner； had him close it when all the leaves were turned； and stand a moment with one hand resting on it。 The album had been empty。 It had been deemed best not to inform the actor that later close…ups of the pages would show him to have been refreshed by studying photographs of himselfcopies； in fact； of the stills of Clifford Armytage at that moment resting on Baird's desk。
As he stood now； a hand affectionately upon the album； a trace of the fatuously admiring smile still lingering on his expressive face； a knock sounded upon the door。 〃Come in；〃 he called。
The valet entered with the morning mail。 This consisted entirely of letters。 There were hundreds of them； and the valet had heaped them in a large clothes…basket which he now held respectfully in front of him。
The actor motioned him； with an authentic Parmalee gesture； to place them by the table。 The valet obeyed； though spilling many letters from the top of the overflowing basket。 These； while his master seated himself； he briskly swept up with a broom。
The chagrined amusement of Harold Parmalee； the half…savage； half… humorous tolerance for this perhaps excusable weakness of woman； was here accurately manifested。 The actor yawned slightly； lighted another cigarette with flawless Parmalee technique； withdrew a handkerchief from his sleeve…cuff； lightly touched his forehead with it； and began to open the letters。 He glanced at each one in a quick； bored manner； and cast it aside。
When a dozen or so had been thus treated he was aroused by another knock at the door。 It opened to reveal the valet with another basket overflowing with letters。 Upon this the actor arose； spread his arms wide in a gesture of humorous helplessness。 He held this briefly； then drooped in humorous despair。
He lighted another cigarette； eyed the letters with that whimsical lift of the brows so characteristic of Parmalee； and lazily blew smoke toward them。 Then； regarding the smoke； he idly waved a hand through it。 〃Poor； silly little girls！〃 But there was a charming tolerance in his manner。 One felt his generous recognition that they were not wholly without provocation。
