Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1925)

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We shall be glad to run a paragraph to tiic effect that you have returned to Hollywood — even that \ou propose niakin;; a lipht to Kc-t liack on the screen. But we can't carry on that fiRht for you. Not until the subject becomes of general interest. Then we will help \'ou all we can." He handed Sylvia her manuscript "I'm terribly soriy. but you see how it is." "In other words," Steve e.\claimed hotly, "you'll publish sensational lies, if you think the public will read them, but vou won't print the truth, if vou think the mob isn't interested. Is that it?" The newspaperman quietly lit his corncob pipe, gave Mr. HoIIins a scornful glance. "Why — yes — in a way, }oung man, in a wa> — that's it. We try not to print lies, but as for the uninteresting truth, if that were all there was to editing a newspaper, we might as well publish the dictionary." He pushed the green shade back over his eves and turned to his desk. S\l\ia and Steve went out. "The rotten, hard-boiled" — Steve began, but Sylvia stopped him. "He's right, dear," she said quietly. "Just — saying things isn't what's needed, now — I've got to do something. .\nd I don't know what." "If you'd only let me beat this fellow Harmon up. I'll bet tlidt would get you on the front page," Steve grumbled. "TJUT I don't want to get on the front page, ■'-'dear boy — at least not that way. And, besides, you couldn't beat Mr. Harmon up. as you call it, anyway. He's gone away — disappeared." "The devil he has! Then that's that. I'll have to think up something else." He relapsed into a gloomy silence, which continued throughout their drive home. Onlv once did he break it. "Why not shake the whole rotten mess and come to Europe with me?" Syh'ia shook her head. "I came back to fight, Steve," she said gently, "not to run awaj'. Don't be downhearted. The Irattle has onlv just begun." When they reached the' hotel, the clerk handed Sylvia a slip of paper. "Lady wants you to call her up, miss," he said. "It's Marion .\llison." Sylvia whispered, turning to Steve. "My. I'm glad she's back. I can hardly wait to talk things over with her." She hurried to the telephone. "Is that really you, Sylvia?" an excited voice came to her o\-er the wire. "It's almost too good to be true. I just got back from Frisco and was thinking of wiring >-ou. Then my husband told me he had seen Paul Lamar and that you were in town. Good Lord, I'm gladl I can scarcely believe it, even now. Oh, S\lvia. I've such a lot to tell you. So many things have happened. I want you to put on \-our most beautifulest frock and come over iicre right away. Some other people will be here too. Friends of yours. In half an hour. I sent for them, as soon as I heard you were in town. It's most important. I can't e.xplain now — you'll find out soon enough. Bye-bye for the moment. And do hurrj." Syh'ia turned from the booth, her eyes shining. "Steve!" she exclaimed. "I've got to change m\dress. We're to go right OAer to Mrs. Allison's. Something has happened." " What is it? " Steve's eyes too lit up as he caught the flare of her excitement. "I don't know. We'll have to wait till we get there. I'll meet you heie in half an hour." With a wave of her hand she left him. It was not until she and Steve entered Mrs. Allison's big living room that Sylvia realized the full import of the occasion that laj before her. aiarion had greeted her with a hug, a great kiss, had welcomed Steve with her firm, cool handshake, but concerning the reasons for Ss'lvia's presence she was silent. " Go in — ^go in," she whispered, holding aside the curtains before the living room door. Sylvia stepped lightly across the threshold. Then she paused, and her hands fluttered to her PHOTOPLAY MAGAZIN-E is cuarantce