Photoplay (Jan 1921)

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"I sent out five hundred circular letters offering stock in my company. The letters luded) may not have been strong enough. Anyhow, the responses I received were meagre — so meagre in fact that I saw clearly that I could not continue my stock sales campaign without making myself morally guilty of securing money under false pretenses. "So I dropped the campaign. I called in Miss Blank and her director-husband, explained the situation to them frankly and fully, and asked them to surrender their contract if possible, and if they could secure engagements with some other producing company, which they did. The whole matter was satisfactorily adjusted." He forfeited several thousand dollars which he had paid the actress and the director when their contracts were signed. But he hung onto one little asset which he evidently considered worth something more than money — his self-respect. Nineteen and Phyllis (Continued from page 43) "If I only could get the burglar !" Andrew sighed. His troubles were thickening with unbelievable rapidity. He had pawned his watch and his silver military brushes to make a deposit on the ring. He had ordered a full dress suit for Phyllis' birthday party, with a cane, and a silk hat, and patent leather shoes! And Uncle, fortified by an interview with Andrew's employer, had decreed that Andrew was not to go to the birthday party, nor any other party, for a month ! It was a week of thick, black misery, in which a few horrible spots stood out luridly. A glance from the window that showed Phyllis, his Phyllis, spinning by in a shining new roadster with a fat, grinning Jimmy at the wheel. A note from her that said, "Andrew, dearest, come early. I'm dying to see the new suit ! Bring the ring, and speak to Grandfather before the others come, and then we can announce it ! Oh, I'm so thrilled!" A night when he stole out, desperately, to hunt the burglar, and shot two holes through Uncle's best suit and derby hat, hung out to let the cool night air whisk the scent of moth balls from them ! An interview with the tailor in which that village Shylock finally agreed to let him take the clothes away and pay five dollars weekly through dreary, interminable years ! There were moments in that week when Andrew would have gladly accepted a partnership with the masked bandit, had the chance been given him. The birthday of Phyllis dawned as brightly as if there were no sorrow in the world. Auntie, frying puffy fritters for breakfast cast an appraising eye at Uncle as he washed at the kitchen sink. Uncle liked fritters. He was looking pleased and expectant. "I think we better let Andrew go to Phyllis' party," she ventured. 'The Judge mightn't like it if we didn't. After all, Daniel, a birthday's a birthday." ''Yes, and a promise is a promise !" declared Uncle. "I gave my word to Long that the boy would keep away from parties and tend to business. And when a Cavanauch gives his word it means something, Alviry I" "Poor boy, he's got so much to learn!" ''Well, he'll learn a lot of it in the next year," prophesied Uncle, grimly. "He wont be well up Fool's Hill till he's twenty-one." "No. You wasn't, Daniel," she agreed. "Still, nineteen's about the worst time!" "You didn't think I was a fool when we got engaged, at nineteen," he snapped. "Mercy gracious, no ! Phyllis doesn't think Andrew is one, neither. You see they're both young, Daniel, same's we were!" "Well, it takes discipline to make a man of a boy !" Uncle closed the subject decisively. "I'm here to see that Andrew stays in the house tonight." Andrew had no intention of trying to escape. His new clothes had been safely smuggled into the house and were hidden behind a roll of blankets in his closet. But the ring he could not get, until he paid at least half its value. Auntie had proven strangely obdurate about the Liberty Bonds. He could not go to the party without the ring. He would stay at home, but his staying should be dramatic. Dressed in his new clothes, he would be taken violently ill. He could fancy them talking in hushed tones when the news came. "He was all ready to come, in his dress suit, when he sank down, in a faint. They say it's his heart!" But the sight of himself in the glass that evening, arrayed in the wonderful suit and hat, scattered all prudence to the winds. He would go to the party, somehow! He would fix it up with Phyllis about the rins, somehow! Such attire could not be allowed to waste its glory behind a roll of blankets. It was ten o'clock and the house was dark and still when Andrew, in all his glory, went down the stairs, step by step, with never a creak to betray him. He had reached the lowest step when light flooded the hall and showed his uncle entrenched in a big chair, barring his way. "Better go to bed, Andrew," was all he said, but the boy turned and made his way back, a real rage and a sense of injustice burning his young soul now. After all, Andrew was a Cavanaugh, too. He had his share of persistency and of courage. It was only a half hour later that he crept from a dormer window of the attic to the sloping roof of the house. He was still dressed in his new outfit, but his shoes were in his hand. On the ledge he paused to take his bearings. He must creep up the incline, and down the other side, to the lean-to. That would give him a chance to descend within a few feet of the ground. Many a time he had done this, a barefoot urchin — and it was not so long ago ! He went up carefully, swaying and slipping a little, but keeping his balance until he reached the chimney, at the peak of the roof. There he meant to rest for a moment before beginning the ticklish descent of the steep slope. But there a surprise awaited him! 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