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about the booths. 1'he photographer had evidently occupied an elevation and "panned" the scene (made a panorama), for one go! a good idea of the general layout of the grounds.
The view then changed to the midsl oi the crowd and showed municipal notables grouped with girl stars whose faces artknown in every quarter o( the globe. 1 \ clamations of recognition broke out in various parts of the room.
"( )h. there's Marcia Trenl !" " \ll lit up like a circus horse'" "Wow! Goldie Burke, Goldiel" •• \nd friend husband !" "Must be all o\ that by this time !' l'here's Romev Stark, there in the swing."
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"And E lain e. lie's holding her hand."
" Poker hand, you mean."
The camera left t h e in a n d commenced to throw brief flashes of the various booths and activities. Paul was growing disappointed. He had not seen June. Then, sudd e n 1 y, without announcement or correlation a new scene flashed on the screen.
It was the interior o( a mhuiiht lumv whose walls were masses of msrs, honey
suckle and interwoven vines. The Ugh1 was
not of the best, ami the two figures seated on either side of the table, were barely difl
tinguishable. But one of them Paul in stantly recognized— June Magregor in her
Indian dress. Who the man was he could not tell.
June had written bint that she was to be
the time-honored fortune teller o( bui h ai
fairs, and be perceived that obviously this was a scene during a fortune telling. She sat with the man's righl hand in hers, palm up, but she was not looking at it. She was looking into his face.
A brief silence had fallen upon the audience. The bad photography and irrelevance of the subject had puzzled them. They were trying to identify the people.
Finally a male voice in the rear of the room cried :
"Holt! That's who it is ! Steve Holt actin' for the camera. Ha, ha, ha !"
A ripple of laughter spread. . . .
"Does he call that charity?"
"Who's the girl?" "Whoever managed that lighting must nave been brought up in the subway." "By George, that's Magregor! June Magregor!" Amid a buzz of amused comment action was taking place on the screen. Paul saw Holt suddenly lean towards June and cover her hand that held his with his other hand, all the time talking earnestly, almost passionately. The projection room roared. "Some actor ! Some actor !" Paul saw June sit motionless beneath the spell of Holt's words for a moment, her face as near as he could see it gentle, almost rapt. Then he saw her shake herself and glance with swift apprehension toward the door. The next moment she had risen and forced Holt to rise with her, ending the scene.
"What has hap pened to me? What has come over me?" she asked herself.