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EDITOR'S NOTE. Herewith is presented the second instalment of the first great novel written around the "inside" of motion picture production.
If you did not begin "The Glory Road" Inst month, read the synopsis on the opposite page; or bettor still, buy a copy of the July issue. At any rate, don't fail to read this vivid tale of the unknown land behind the screen.
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Author of "Star of the North." "Alloy of Gold," "Children of Banishment," etc.
Illustrated by R. VAN BURE.N
WHEN, the afternoon of the same day that Holt left the island, June hobbled down the gangplank of the steamer at San Pedro, she found Paul Temple waiting her. He displaced the ship's steward at her side, and as he helped her through the confusion of the wharf toward a long, black roadster, he plied her with anxious questions as to her safety and good health. They had been separated all of forty-eight hours.
She answered obediently and happily. It was good to be the chosen of Paul Temple, even though the tourists turned and stared after them with startled recognition and nudged one another, and whispered excitedly. Reunited with him, her spirits soared.
"What! A company car for me?" she cried, in playful awe. recognizing the roadster as they approached it.
•Well, rather!"
"But I'm only one of the 'Graphic herd of trained ingenues,' as Mac says," she protested.
He grinned.
"If Mac said that, of course that makes it untrue. But about the car ; you see I'm a twinkling heavenly body, so since you've hitched your wagon to a star, this is the wagon."
June laughed with a feeling of security and contentment. It was good to have this big, quiet man, so gentle and yet so
strong, to arrange life for her. There had been a time when she had laughed at the thought of any man's help, but that had been in a simpler and less devious existence.
In this complex world where Paul was so obviously the master, she was forever discovering herself puzzled and at a loss, and resigning herself gladly to his masterful decisions. For June was as yet but two months old in the experiences of civilization. Educated at a mission school on Hudson's Bay. she had only heard of those wonders which have reduced the heydey of Rome to a fourth-rate exhibition. Now, precipitated suddenly into the midst of them all. she was devastated by the motor craze, clothes madness, and the joy of mingling with more than two human beings at a time. She was engaged sixteen hours a day in catching up with the centuries.
"Quite sure the ankle's better?" Paul asked, as the big car moved off.
"Oh, very much better," she told him, snuggling down in her furs— skins of black fox she had caught the winter before on her own trap line near Fort McLeod. "It was just as you thought, a strain rather than a sprain. But I'll have to use a stick for a day or so."
He voiced his concern, and as he guided the car into Harbor Boulevard for the twenty-mile run to Los Angeles they drifted into talk of the little, personal
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