Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1930)

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Photoplay Magazine for March, 1930 H3 "Listen, Chickie," he said impulsively. "I love you. Let's go up to Riverside over this week-end. We can be married at the Old Mission— " He had not meant to say it in that matter-of-fact way, but the words had just tumbled out. Her red mouth pursed into a surprised " Ooh !" A delicate flush crept into her cheeks. "Oh, I couldn't get married — now." "But I sort of thought you loved me — the way you kissed me and everything." The flush deepened. "I do — I mean I did — " "You mean until Gordon started filling your head with that crazy idea about making a star of you." This, of course, was quite the wrong thing to say. Chickie stiffened. Her eyes looked straight past Dick to a point on the wall just above his head. "I don't think it's so crazy," she said coolly. "I wouldn't be the first unknown to become a star." "Oh, Chickie, I didn't mean — " His hand stole across the table to close over hers, but she drew her hand away. Only two speeches interrupted the strained silence of their ride home. Dick's "Shall we drive out to Malibu and watch the moon come up?" And Chickie's reply: "I guess I'd better go home. I've got to be made up and on the set at seven tomorrow morning." At her doorway their eyes met hungrily for one long minute then Dick said abruptly: "Well — goodbye — " Before she could answer he had stepped into the roadster and was driving away. IT was the last day of shooting on "Chains of Love." Everybody was fed up. There was an underground rumor that the picture was a washout and that Moon was through. The sound stage was hotter than an oven. For more than an hour the director had been going over a scene between Monica and Chickie. Chickie could not seem to get it right, which irritated Monica. She had not been blind to the fact that Gordon had been giving this dumb kid the breaks. "All right, everybody," said the director. "Let's get on with this." He signaled for quiet and the murmur of voices ceased. "O. K., everybody?" called Gordon. "O. K.," came the answering response. The red lights flashed on. For a moment there was a tense silence. Then Monica's voice : "He's the only man I've ever loved. And now you — my little sister — the kid I've slaved for and sacrificed for — want to take him away from me. Well — I won't give him up! Do you hear? I won't give him up!" For the first time Monica delivered the speech with just the right emphasis and timing. Tensely she waited for "little sister's" reply. But "little sister," though she had been in bed at eleven the night before, had not slept. And now her brain would not function. Only yesterday she had known every word of that speech. Now it had taken wings, crowded out by little insurgent thoughts of Dick which kept filling her mind . . . We can be married in the Old Mission . . . But I thought you loved me . . . I do . . . She looked helplessly at Monica who was glaring at her. 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