Motion Picture Magazine (Feb-Jul 1923)

AMOTION PICTURF I1BI I MAGAZINE L ! Things grew worse and worse. Quarrels were almost nightly affairs and on one such occa And just the night be sion mama had left the flat. fore his brother Harry Philip tried to comfort^ Mar {d asked hjm wh&t he jorie this time and they did , „ , „ make up finally . . . meant to do about Rose mary Church." Harry had said: "You know Dad's dead set on your marrying her, but even Dad cant engineer a chap's marriage for him. If you're not going to marry her, you ought to tell Dad so and . and give another fellow a chance." ■ Harry's implication had been unmistakable, even to Philip. He had said at once: "Why, dear old chap, there wont be any trouble about that. You go ahead. ..." Harry had been impatient. "I wish," he had said, "that you would get away from the ranch for a bit and see something of the world and of women. You act worse than any high-school kid. Things aren't so easy as all that. This kind of thing. Rosemary is in love with you. She's been trained to be in love with you. I sometimes hope that that's the most of it, that she's been trained to feel that way, and she's such an angel. ..." His voice had broken. "I dont think she's in love with me at all," Philip had said, a little sullenly. He didn't relish this intimate talk. It embarrassed him. He felt that it wasn't necessary. Why couldn't folks be friends and have done with shakings and quiverings and moist looks and hot hands ? He didn't care for it at all. Then he had lunched with Rosemary and his brother's words had come back to him. She was in love with him — or she 32 ce. BRASS Told in short-story form, by permission, from the Warner Brothers' release of the Harry Rapf production based on the scenario of Julien Josephson which was adapted from the novel by Charles G. Norris. Directed by Sidney Franklin. The cast : Philip Baldwin Monte Blue Marjorie Jones Marie Prevost Joe Church Frank Keenan Mrs. Grotenberg Irene Rich Wilbur Lansing '.Harry Meyers Lucy Baldwin Miss Dupont Harry Baldwin Pat O'Malley Rosemary Church Helen Ferguson Mrs. Jones , Vera Lewis George Yost Harvey Clark Mrs. Baldwin Margaret Leddon Judge Baldwin Edward Jobson thought she was. Perhaps it was just filial duty — largely. Rosemary had always pleased her widowed father. She would want to please the Judge too and Mrs. Baldwin. Philip tried to reason about it. If he went away from the ranch — his father didn't really need him now — Harry could do all that was necessary. The place practically ran itself. And his mother had Lucy. If he went away, perhaps Harry could make Rosemary care for him, and Philip didn't see why that wouldn't be quite as satisfactory an arrangement as far as the two families went. It would be a Baldwin marrying a Church and that was the idea. He walked into the wood to think and he left the wood without the power to think at all. The girl on the ground rolled over when she saw him or heard him and lay, rather shamelessly, laughing up at him. She locked her hands beneath her head and under a wisp of hair her shallow brown eyes, flecked with gold, made mock of him. "Who are you?" she laughed. "I am Philip Baldwin," he said, with his naive gravity under all circumstances. "But who are you?" "I," said the nymph, "am one of the least of your slaves, kind sir, and you have caught me napping." "I dont understand. . . . :' Philip felt bewildered. "I knew who you were when you came into the woods," the girl said simply. "Then why did you ask me who I was?" "Just wanted to hear you talk. Couldn't think of any other opening remark. You haven't noticed me before?" "No . . . no, I haven't. Are you one of the pickers ?" "At your service. Are you going to 'can' me ?" "Why, no. No ! Why should I?" "Because I'm playing hooky from the peachtrees. You're the manager, aren't you? And dreadfully strict, aren't you? Well! ..." The vixen jumped to her feet and stood, arms akimbo, facing him. little cool wind stirred the topmost branches the trees and Phil shivered. A in of u