Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1919)

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40 Photoplay Magazine "Come on, you poor fish. Don't al Nancy Lee ''Could I be of any assistance, sir?^" ways be lagging behind." She rushed XT\RR.\TED by permission from ;None, thank you. forward and embraced Nancy with effu N the Serect p'^od^cTn! adapted . 'S« '■'•>' s.^''" You're givmg a party to sion. "Sav. dearie, is it true that man fro^ Eugene Walter's stage production mgnt. sir. Trevor has" died without leaving you any of the same name. "So I am. Lay out my dress clothes, j|,jj^„p" A'a;io' •• ..Norma Talmadge Andrews." Nancy smiled sadlv. "It seems there Anthony Weir Conway Tearlc Left alone, Douglas Wreford took a ,x.!.c nnthinrr in leive'" Douglas Wrejord ....George Le Guere revolver out of a drawer, replaced it— "" Vdl'^fn^that the limit? Just ran ^^^^'lU ' -['-"^^^^t^ f^ '^f -^ down at his wnting-desk. through with it. hey? Well, of all the ^^ancy's jalher Frank Dc Vernon ^ "" ™ selfish brutes — " Her sister May McAvoy At, , , ,• "Please, Molly. We wont discuss that Anna, the maid Ricca Allen Be sure to hand this note to Mrs. j^Q^y " ' Trevor to-night, Andrews." "Oh well vou should worry! With a man like Douglas "V'ery good, sir," said the wondering Andrews. Douglas Wreford cra'zv about you — " ' ^^<^ written the bad tidings he had not the courage to speak. Nancv laughed. "A man, did you say, .Molly? Why, Doug Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like Johnny Finch las is only a bov." ^^ ^^^ party that night. From his expensive studs to the gar "Sce here," objected Johnny, who felt himself affronted by denia in his buttonhole, he considered himself the perfect man her remark. '"Do you think every man's a boy until he raises of fashion. He and Molly, arriving before their host had come whiskers?" ' downstairs, improved the golden moments by doing that de "Shut up!" commanded Molly. "Nancy, we dropped in to lectable modern dance known as "the shimmy." Nancy, arrivremind you about the party to-night. We'll pick you up about ing soon afterward, found their antics rather amusing than nine o'clock." othenvise, and waited good naturedly for Douglas. "Thanks " said Nancy. The apartment of Anthony Weir, in which his ward, Douglas Johnny made an excuse to return after Molly had breezed Wreford, was living, was an old New York dwelling from out. "Say, old girl," he whispered, "don't overlook this guy which one entire floor had been removed, leaving a palatial Wreford. He's your one best bet. Don't get sore, n^w — " effect of lofty ceilings and magnificent distances. Douglas He dashed away,' as the voice of his loved one called out once was standing on a Moorish balcony perched midway between more. "Come on, you poor fish." floor and ceiling, when the butler gave his note to Nancy. He In the handsome studio apartment belonging to Anthony W' eir, fingered his tie nervously. He would let the contents sink his guardian, young Douglas Wreford rang hastily for his butler. into her mind, let her become used to the idea, before going "Andrews, has there been any answer to my cable?" to her. "No sir." Nancy was amazed, stunned, by what she read. Glancing ■•You're sure you sent it to the correct address?" up, she saw Douglas. When the dance was ended, and the "Yes, Mr. Wreford. To Mr. Anthony Weir, Hotel Savoy, gay crowd had left the room in search of refreshments, he Paris, France." joined her. "Quite correct, "Why did you do this thing? I can't believe it," she ex Andrews .' ' He claimed, crushing the letter in her hands. < . turned away. He hung his head, but she insisted. "*-> "Pardon my ask "Why did you do it, Douglas?" she repeated. ^^^^^^ ing, Mr. • Wreford, He groaned. "Don't you blame me too, Nancy. It was 'Would you see {■^^^^H(# but are you in any for your sake. I wanted you to have things, and there was her want to satisfy ^Hj^Bi' trouble?" no Other way of getting them. I thought your estate would a whim^_a^|_irii8 ^^BMLr-' ' ''Very be settled— I thought my guardian, Anthony Weir, would help '^*''" ' ^■Cs^Bk grave trou me out — oh, it's all such a mess." He dropped beside her b 1 e , A n on the divan, and buried his face in the cushions, drews." The dancers came trooping back. Nancy moved forward