Photoplay (Jan - Jun 1924)

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Photoplai Mu.\/i\i Advertising Section 107 Nothing existed in the world but Leda and himself. Once 01 twice he thought oi Raj Connable. Well, he luul served his purpose there. Better to just let the tiling drift into oblivion. She «,i> .1 good little kid. lie was glad he'd been .i!.K 10 help her. li he thought of Janice at all, it was with a deep and grateful sense that she would be glad he was happy. He saw her at the studio, <>i lourse. \ud once, when Leda had gone on a little trip to Catalina with another girl to rest, -lie -aid -he took Janice to lunch and to a ball game. Janice liked baseball almost as well as he did. In the glow of his new happiness, his friendship for Janice expanded. He was awfully fand of Janice. That uplifted state when everything in the world seemed perfect surrounded him. He loved everybody. He was affectionate to Ids mother. He revelled in a thousand plan-. A wonderful house. A honeymoon, (iiit of all kinds for everyUxly. For the first time in hi liidelighted in hi money. ter all giving, being able to give, was the very greatest joy in life. Nothing else could Compare with it. Cleveland Krown went about during those short glorious days with his head in the ;:ir. He had -tarted his new picture at last. It didn't interest him and he grudged every moment that it took him away from Leda. Twice she had gone away for little trip-, when he could not leave his production, and the time d interminable. He protested, but she only laughed at him. "I'm not going to be tied to your apron string-, darling a ngeU" she said good-naturedly. And then he had to go on location himself. Only up to the snow above Big Hear. But it seemed to him the end of the world. The grind of the cameras was like the pace of a snail. Every hour st retchecMnto eternity. The whole troop kidded him ruthlessly, except Janice, and he could only grin sheepishly. Janice did her best for him, in her quiet boyish way. She tried to fill the time, to help keep him occupied, to give him companionship. But it was no good. At last he could stand it no longer. He broke off work in the middle of the after noon. It was a good seven-hour drive, a tricky, nervous drive, and he had to be back by nine o'clock the next morning to start shooting. But he felt he couldn't live another hour without sight of her. HE sent a wire, though he knew the connections were terrible, hoping it would catch her. to tell her of his coming. He could only pray she'd be there. He had never been a speed maniac, but he and the chauffeur did things on the terrible mountain road from Big Bear that were too reckless for belief. And when they hit the paved boulevard from San Bernardino, it was lucky they met no cops or they must have spent the night behind bars. He never even glanced at the surprised servant who opened the door of her house for him. He grasped the bare fact that she was there — she was there. And he bounded up the stairs to the black and grey room where he nearly always found her with a song in his heart and a smile on his lip<. When he flung open the door, his eyes were already happy with the yearned-for vision he knew awaited him. The vision of Leda, in white, half-curled up amid the cushions on the black velvet couch. Long, long afterwards when the tale of his years was almost told, Cleveland Brown used to wake in the night with the cold sweat -treaming from every pore at the mere dreammemory of what he saw. Leda was there. But she was not alone. Too plainly, she had not received his telegram. [ END OF SECOND INSTALLMENT ] 187'/ oksuion Cui!u\Vt.«Kit«j ■19M "Trade Mark Reg. V. S. PaL OB." Enables the natural figure to achieve all the grace and symmetry of the Eastern dancing girl or the Spanish gypsy The ORIENTAL (trademark) is the new and beautiful undergarment designed for young girls who do not wear a corset. It is expressly fashioned to hold the lower part of the figure firm and to eliminate any unattractive line. Soft but snug — a perfect foundation for the present vogue of draped costuming. Made 0/ suede, of Jersey silk, of satin, of beautiful brocaded silk and combinations of these materials n-5° to no ASK FOR IT IN CORSET DEPARTMENTS MADE BY Made exclusively by the Warner Brothers Company, originators ofWRAP-AROUND (trademark) and Corselette (trademark). 3 -17 /^&/'flQI*S ) Madison Avenue, New York; 367 West Adams Street, Chicago: 28 Geary Street, San Francisco; 356 St. Antoine Street, Montreal y^ When you write to advertisers please mention PHOTOrLAY MAGAZINE.