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PICTURE-PLAY WEEKLY
loveliness with the ardor of a poet. "Maybe I am overenthusiastic," he said, with a laugh. "But you know Jane Carleson and what she has done with other plays. This is by long odds her best part. And, boys," — he hesitated and looked round the little group in silence for a moment — "boys, I'll tell you a secret. Miss Carleson and I have been friends for a long time. We have come to understand each other. I
him to a corner and dropped contentedly into a chair.
Worth looking at was this friend of Ross'. A well-built man in the thirties, immaculately groomed, with hair sleeked back from a high forehead, fine eyes that held a laugh in them, smooth, rounded cheeks, tinged with the glow of health.
A young millionaire, he took the world lightly. In this, Henry Strong
was the 'secret' you disclosed that me interested. In fact, I — er — bel you are talking through your hat, may descend to the vernacular." i Harry Strong, millionaire clubn smiled his winning smile.
The vertical lines on the scient forehead deepened. "What do you mean?" he snappe "Oh, don't get huffy, old dear, piquant Jane is as elusive as sht
His whole frame wilted in her arms, while he dropped his head on her shoulder with a dry sob.
think. She belongs to the people just now; but some day she will belong to me."
A man who had ostensibly been reading a novel in a corner of the room dropped the book with a bang and sauntered over to the group.
He caught Ross' arm and led him away from the others.
"Come over and sit down, Hamilton," he said. "I want to talk to you."
Still smiling happily from the congratulations that had been showered on him, Ross suffered his friend to lead
was in curious contrast with Hamilton Ross : The former, sunny-tempered, slow of speech, with smiling outlook upon the world ; the latter, serious of mien, rapid of speech, a profound thinker, but essentially a man of action.
"Blame that strident voice of yours, old man," began Harry Strong. "I couldn't read the bally book while you were expatiating on the play."
"It's worth all I said about it," insisted Ross.
"No doubt, no doubt. But I didn't bring you over to talk about that. It
charming. Myself. I aspired to lady's fair hand." "What?"
Harry bobbed his head two or tl times and went on :
"Even I. And she threw me dowr prettily that it was almost as nice a: she had accepted me."
"Poor chap !" The frown had appeared from the scientist's foreht It is ever easy to smile at a v quished rival.
"Save your sympathies, Hamilton, boy. I put my case to her with all