Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1922)

Photoplay Magazine — Advertising Section 95 you something pretty interesting within a week or two," he said, "Keep this closely to yourself. Suppose you just put yourself in my hands. That's the best way." Vaguely, not knowing of any other course, she replied, "Yes, sir. All right." But if this sudden and unbelievable success brought no immediate wealth, it did bring something. She came home from Plantagenet Town on her last evening but one, utterly dispirited. Alice met her at the door of the flat with flushed cheeks and rather apprehensively bright eyes. "You can't guess who's here," she whispered. "No I can't," said Hattie. "Arthur!" "Who — oh, not — " Alice nodded brightly, and led her within. There, in the living room, stood Alice's husband; rather shabbily dressed, laughing in an uncertain way, hesitating, not sure whether Hattie would expect to be kissed. His complexion, she thought, wasn't very good. It was red on both sides of the nose, over his cheek-bones, and he looked softer about the mouth; he seemed aware of this, and kept pressing his lips together with an air of selfconscious firmness. And he had a cough. "Funny, wasn't it! "he offered. "I dropped into the 'Alhambra' up in Portland. You know I thought all the time there was something familiar in that name, Harriet John. But I didn't really think it could — you know how you do — until, bless my soul, if there wasn't our little Hattie, big as life! And I said to myself, 'What do you know about that?' " "You musn't keep standing, dear," cried Alice, with a sudden fierce air of defending him. "You sit right down! He's been sick, poor boy," she explained, with that same defiance, as she sank shamelessly on his lap and hugged him and smoothed his thinning hair. "And I tell him his little wife's just going to take care of him." (End of third installment) How the Reformers Work REV. WILBUR F. CRAFTS, of the International Reform Bureau, Rev. Bowlby, of the Lord's Day Alliance and other reformers have been telling the people in St. Louis that the blue laws are a myth, that they have no desire to fasten on the community the restrictions the Anti-Blue Law League of America and other broadminded persons have warned against. Do you believe them? We don't. Here is the answer. In Vicksburg, Miss., recently the lid was tightly clamped on practically everything on Sunday as a result of the enforcement of the Sunday closing law and residents of Vicksburg accustomed to Sabbath recreations spent the day at home. All places of amusement were barred from operating. Fruit stands, drug stores, and other establishments coming under the Sunday closing law were forced to close their doors. There was no Sunday edition of the city's only morning newspaper, the editor and his staff having been threatened with arrest if they allowed the work of getting out the edition to lap over after midnight. The Drawback Blondine: "I'd like to marry a movie actor." Brunetta: "Why?" "Because they are such wonderful love makers." "Quite true, but most of them do not seem to know what to do with it after it is made." — Youngstown Telegram. The Girl He Left Behind By Edith Erwin "Marv Lou I 1 took you tor a flower '" Bruce Webster had gone up to the city to make his fortune. And Mary Louise Kenyon had gone back home (after the train had whizzed itself away into a dot on the horizon) to keep her mother's cottage fresh and bright, to write long, newsy letters — and once in a while a whimsically tender little note which she mailed blushingly. And then— Stella Anthony went up to the city, too! There was, much &%*.??%»& news in Bruce s next ft,,,,,,, my eve8 uere letter. What do you so starved." think ! His employer's son was a fraternity brother ! A regular fellow, Joe. Invited him to a stag party next week. And — oh, yes — whom do you suppose he met coming out of the office the other evening? A home town girl ! It surely was good to see any one from home. A lucky coincidence, her passing that moment. She was so delighted — had been so lonely in the city. Mary Lou let the letter flutter to the floor. Coincidence ! Lonely 1 It was amusing, if one happened to be in the mood for amusement. Stella Anthony was perfectly capable of guiding the long arm of coincidence with her own firm hand. Bruce's letters grew less frequent, but told of good times, for Joe was taking him to parties and the country club. But he didn't forget the old town. He and Stella compared letters and kept up with the news, he said. "But there ought to be a way." Mary Lou dug her nails into her palms. "It — it isn't fair 1 And he — wouldn't really be happy. Oh — I must find a way." Something inside of her set to work intently — seemed to whisper, "Don't give up yet. Don't give up yet." MAYBE it was this something that led her to buy a once-favorite magazine one day. Mary Lou had stopped getting it, for she didn't like to read love stories any more. But she took it, anyway, and that night picked it up disconsolately. The pages fell open at a story. Something made her begin it eagerly. Then she re-read it. "Why — I wonder — " whispered Mary Lou. And she read it a third time. "They say men always like — " After which she resolutely took pen and ink, then ran out to mail a letter in the dusk. Then, for the rest of the summer, Mary Lou was very busy in a mysterious sort of way. When Bruce got a vacation late in October, Springdale was not surprised that Stella Anthony managed to get a vacation then, too. Yet Mary Lou was remarkably unruffled by this later news. And there was a mystifying twinkle in her eye ! It remained there, even when Bruce failed to come over the day he arrived, and the second day of his absence failed to entirely dim its light. That afternoon, the gate at last opened to a familiar hand, a well-known footfall sounded — stopped — Over in a corner of the garden was what might reasonably be taken for a chrysanthemum, one of those huge yellow, fringy ones. But never yet did chrysanthemums boast silken hose and buckled slippers. "Mary Lou ! I took you for a flower !" gasped Bruce. "By George, I didn't know my eyes were so starved." NOT only Bruce, but all Springdale, was surprised at the wonderful new clothes of Mary Lou. Surprised at the gay little sports frock, with its orange scallops ; astonished at the charming rose jersey touched by a lavish hand with wool embroidery. Dazzled by the crisp, jaunty little things Mary Lou slipped on of mornings ; bewildered by the frillier garments in which she bloomed later in the day. Not to mention lace and silken mysteries glimpsed through filmy blouses. Stella Anthony in her dark, tailored things was almost unnoticed. Mary Lou kept the pink dotted swiss for the last evening. A little girl sort of a frock it was, with Mary Lou nervously twisting her pink ribbons. "The sweetest of all," was Bruce's verdict. "Mary Lou," he bent suddenly toward her. "Don't ever wear anything but those dainty, frilly things. A man — out in the world — likes to know there's a cool little island of a home somewhere, with somebody waiting. Somebody in soft, feminine things — " Then he stopped. "I've no right to ask you. You're used to lovely things — it will be some time before I can afford — " "Oh — if that's all the objection," said Mary Lou, brazenly. Comfortably snuggled against his arm she told him, later in the evening. "I wanted pretty things more this year than ever before. For — well, just because. But I couldn't afford any— and I wasn't trained to earn money. Then, one day, I read of a school, the Woman's Institute, in Scranton, Pennsylvania, that teaches girls and women, right in their homes, to sew. Just think what that means. Why, one can have prettier clothes for a fourth the usual price. "I just felt I could learn, for I wanted to, so badly. So I began the lessons. And, do you know — I started right in making actual garments. After just a few weeks I made my first dress. I made some things for mother and then some cunning dresses and rompers for a neighbor's children. This brought me enough money to buy the yellow organdie that you liked so much. "Since then everything has been easy, for it's such fun to plan and make clothes when you know how. So many people want me to sew for them — why, I could open a little shop if I wanted to." "But you are not going to !" whispered Bruce. "Christmas, isn't it?" WHAT Mary Lou did, you can do, too. There is not the slightest doubt about it. 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