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Romances of Famous Film Folk
27
Nothing is allowed to interfere with Suzanne's bedtime hour with her parents.
"Oh, all right ; it isn't anything much.-' explained King Vidor, handing it over.
"Why, you're making moving pictures!" cried Florence.
Suddenly the New Yorker found himself all out in the cold. He gave a little surprised blink, glowered a little at his rival, and finally hid his face from the ignominy of defeat behind the family stereopticon. After all these small-town girls really didn't know how to appreciate a regular fellow. Why, he could have looked himself cross-eyed through that stereopticon thing for all that Arto girl cared !
Florence and King sat with their heads together, looking at the film, and once his hand closed over hers, but she drew it away pretty quick. Then he began talking about his latest scenario, telling her the story, and not letting her in on the fact that he had written fifty-two and had sold only one — to the Vitagraph for thirty dollars ; and though the New York caller coughed twice King never looked his way once, and Florence merely glanced around, suggested a cough drop, and said in that artless, Southern way which goes to the head if one doesn't watch out: "'Why, you've got an awful cold. I'm so sorry. Don't you want to listen to Mr. Vidor's story? It's wonderful." Then she turned around and promptly forgot him in her absorption. "And what did the heroine do then?" she demanded of King. But King Vidor knew then just as he knows now, how to strike when the iron is hot. Instead of answering, he demanded in thrilling tones :
"Would you like to play in pictures?"
Miss Florence was a very quiet and cool-headed young lady, even if she did come from an old Southern
family, but she had always wanted to go on the stage, and even if she didn't exactly clap her hands now, she did exclaim softly, in intensely thrilled tones and with sparkling eyes: "Oh, do you think I could?"
Then more than ever engrossed in King's plans, they chattered along until the New Yorker coughed again and said he guessed it was time to be going, and the two young men went away together, but not until King Vidor had pressed Miss Florence's hand in entire understanding.
But he got an awful jolt next day, when he met Florence's brother on the street.
"What do you think," demanded Florence's brother, "some guy had the nerve to come to the house last night and ask my sister Florence if she didn't want to go into the movies !"
"You don't say so!" echoed King, swallowing hard. "Why, I wouldn't let that kind of a fellow into my house if I were you !"
The remainder of Miss Florence's family didn't appreciate the honor, either.
"I thought my family would be delighted that I had the chance to become a picture actress," said Mrs. Vidor, when she was telling me about it, "but when I broached the subject, next morning at breakfast, they surprised me by putting their foot down hard on the idea. I didn't say anything more, but "
She and young King Vidor used to go out together a good deal after that. They used to drive and walk together, and she entered into all his enthusiasms about moving pictures, till all of a sudden she found herself all wrapped up in her lover's bright dreams and ambitions. But she went quietly on in her own fashion,