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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY .MAGAZINE
FASCINATED BY THE LEADING MAN
Ruth's home, and parted with haughty good nights. Tho Ruth maintained an indignant and aggrieved air, she knew in her heart that Sam had a sound basis for his reproaches. To her unsophisticated mind, Traver was possessed of all the heroic qualities he so blatantly portrayed. The glamor of the stage transformed his very ordinary personality into one of dazzling eminence and irresistible charm for the inexperienced little village maid. And when she realized that he had noticed her, her already racing pulse quickened its beat in response to her thrill of pleasure and pride. Poor Sam was fast approaching the vanishing point in the perspective of her thoughts when he thrust himself to the fore with his accusations. Even as she met them with disavowals, her mind was held by the fascinating memory of the actor.
It was perhaps the knowledge of her duplicity that led her, the next evening, to display all her former sweetness and frankness when Sam called to escort her to a dance. Then, too, a whole day spent in the exacting atmosphere of Deacon Merritt's home had much to do with exorcising the fascination of the night before. So the recriminations were forgotten, as Ruth and Sam and Deacon Merritt started for the dance that all the elite of Scubville were to attend.
* As a result of this counter-attraction, the Morton Traver Repertoire Company found themselves hurling
their choicest sensation at rows of empty seats. Deciding that useless waste of energy would be criminal, t,he members submitted the play to numerous and generous "cuts," thereby immeasurably shortening it and permitting the "galaxy of incomparable stars" to cause a flutter at the dance, to which they had been cordially invited.
The floor committee busied themselves to secure partners for the distinguished guests, and Ruth soon found herself looking into Morton Traver 's eyes as he begged her for a waltz. The fascination swept over her stronger than before, and, disregarding Sam's protest at her slighting his dance engagement, she whirled away in the actor's arms. It was patent to her partner that he had made a tremendous impression. It flattered his vanity ; he even liked the girl for her unstinted admiration. He asked to see her home — not with the tacit proprietary manner of Sam, nor with the off-hand friendliness of the other boys. He placed her on a pedestal with his respectful request: "May I hope for the honor of accompanying you to your door ? ' '
On the way, he discoursed poetically of the moonlight and the peaceful little village fast putting out its lights.
"Oh, Mr. Traver!" exclaimed the deluded child, as they reached the gate, "you talk just like a book! I could listen to you forever ! ' '
"Could you, dear little girl?" gur
HE MEETS HEE AT THE DANCE