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JUSTINA and LOUISE HUFF, OF THE LUBIN COMPANY The oft-deseribed walls and towers of Lubinville—that contrast of terra-cotta and pistachio green —were discernible thru the half- light of a misty spring morning, and at the lodge gate there was a crush of Lubin actors on foot and in motors, for the photoplay ers' day was just beginning. After some necessary formalities, we found our- selves on the threshold of a tiny room, looking into the gray eyes of a blossomy little girl wearing a bob- bing cap of some indefinite pattern and an enormous, stiffly starched apron. "Why, of course —come right in, sir. I'm ever so glad to see you." A soft, hesitant form of speech came from the lips of the gentle little stranger. "Wont you sit in our Chi- nese hour-glass chair? Cissy always says she's afraid it's going to give way where it tapers in the middle. So be careful." While we risked a, spill, the starched apron came rustling off the slender figure and the saucy cap let us see a twist of goldy hair. Quickly its owner gave a start of surprise. "Why, we haven't been introduced!" "Oh, yes, we have," we reassured her—'' long ago, when you made your screen debut as one of the dairymaids with Mrs. Fiske and the Famous Players in ' Tess.' " " Goody! Then, you do know that I'm Justina Huff, and not Louise. People mistake me for Cissy, and Cissy for me. But Cissy's ever so much prettier and cleverer." Miss Justina said it in such a matter-of-fact way that a re- 85 ply seemed unnecessary. "You see, I was in the midst of my morning cleaning when you came, and I thought you might have made a mis- take and wanted to chat with some one else. We take turns in straight- ening our dressing-room," she went on, "and this morning is really Cissy's turn, but she loathes house- work and promised to stop by the library for me if I'd do her work." '' The Five Little Peppers,'' or one of Mary J. Holmes' classics, might ap- propriately be the choice of the ab- sent Miss Huff, we thought, but said nothing. "You should never guess that I were from the South—now, would you?" questioned Miss Justina, with a bewitching lilt and drawl. '' People always say they know Ave must be." We were forced politely to agree with the people she mentioned. "Then you'd never guess that I were from Georgia, would you? We were both born in Columbus, but were edu- cated in New York; then Cissy went on the stage for a season, and I nearly died of loneliness. She didn't have me to look after her, and all I could do was to make things—cakes and jellies and jams—and send them to her. When the season ended and we were together, we made up our minds that we'd never, never be separated again. And we haven't. When Mr. Lubin wanted Cissy, he said he wanted me, too. Cissy is playing leads for Mr. Edgar Jones, the Lubin actor-director, and I am playing in- genue leads for Mr. Joe Smiley."