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July, 1919
PHOTO-PLAY JOURNAL
51
Screen Version Taken from the Metro Photoplay, Starring Emmy Wehlen
By
William
Emory
Cheesman
CAST
Louise AUenby EMMY WEHLEN
Richard Tomkins Jack Mulhall
William A. AUemby Emmet King
Gwyndolynne Allciiby. . . .Mollie McConncll
Jane Tomkins Betty Paterson
Martin Tomkins William V . Moug
Mrs. Nora Tomkins Gerard Grassby
Chef John Stepplins;
Cholly Van Dusen Bertram Grassby
Percy Winslozv Gordon Man
thing better ? There's a house vacant next to Allenbys, which would just suit us, and living in that neighborhood would class us with the other wealthy folks. Don't you suppose that Dick and Jane will be getting married before long and they will want to occupy a prominent place in social circles? They can never do it by living here."
Tomkins had heard perfectly this avalanche flung at him, but before deigning to acknowledge it, he admitted to himself that she had struck the proper chord. That was just as he wanted to do, but he never dared to express
any thought without being admonished by his wife for not consulting her in every move he made.
"Well, if it will satisfy you, go ahead and buy it, and we'll move there any time you say," he returned slowly.
With a little flush of excitement on her cheeks and the happy light dancing in her eyes, Mrs. Tomkins hurried to the phone and made arrangements for immediate possession. Quickly, she ran upstairs and told Jane the glad news. Jane was just finishing dressing for dinner and was taking a final glance into a hand mirror. Mrs. Tomkins ran to her and reeled her around so that she almost lost her balance.
"Just think, Jane, we are going to move up on the hill next to the Allenbys — won't it be glorious?"
Jane laughed merrily. "So, you have influenced dad to part with a few more of his hoarded dollars, eh ? I don't know what we would do around here without you, mother. . . . Your high ideals will net you something some day, won't they ?
Her mother crossed to the table and picked up a framed photograph. It was the picture of Cholly Van Dusen, the social parasite, who was designing on sharing the fortunes of the Tomkins through his attentions to Jane.
"I don't want you to have anything to do with that fellow any more. We must connive someway to rid ourselves of him, even though we have to insult him." And the mother was very serious.
A tap 011 the door interrupted her further remarks. The maid announced that her son Dick was calling on the phone. Eagerly did she pick up the receiver, for she had glad tidings to tell him about the new estate.
"Dick, my boy," she said, "can't you arrange to leave college for a few days until we get the house straightened out a little ? It will be an excellent opportunity for you to meet Louise AUenby. I have heard a great deal about her socially and I would like to make her acquaintance. . . . That's fine, Dick, then I can expect you!" Exultantly, she hung up the receiver.
A few days later found the Tomkins carefully inspecting the massive rooms of their new mansion. Mrs. Tomkins was superintending the final touches in decorating, while Martin Tomkins was rubbing his chin in mild delight at having a den in which to quietly repose and avoid the constant nagging of his wife. Jane was busily engaged in scanning through her social directory preparatory to
ARTIN TOMKINS sat leisurely in the arm chair near the window reading an interesting baseball story about his favorite. The sun was drooping over the tall trees outside preparing for its last plunge beyond the ragged line of trees, but Tomkins only moved his chair closer to the window to finish the engrossing story before dusk arrived. In his earlier days he had studied economy as the secret of success and employed those methods in accumulating his first dollars. His careful investments in war enterprises had netted him many millions, and he often thought of the days when he was a struggling laborer. He would have been contented with his modest station in life before attaining sudden wealth, but his wife had big ideas and was continually planning how to occupy a prominent place in society.
"Look here, Martin," she declared, as she rose from her chair and walked to the window where he was sitting, "what's the use of us remaining here back in the woods away from civilization when you have the means of some
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