The Picture Show Annual (1928)

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96 Picture Show Annual "THE GIRL THEY CALLED LUCKY" (Continued from page 94.) The people had prepared to leave and were for the most part standing. Those who had shouted their objection had done their work and had hurriedly disappeared. Mr. Greasby led the girl to the centre of the stage, and held up her hand. " Ladies and gentlemen," he said, in his big voice. It's rather late, but will you allow me to introduce to you Miss Peggy Brandon, whom you saw in the picture to-night ? Her performance is so satisfactory that she will be the ' Pioneer's ' future leading lady." There was a round of applause, and Mr. Greasby pushed her forward. " Say something, anything, there's a dear girl," he whispered desperately. Peggy flung back her head. She looked very childish indeed in her simple little frock, and her face without any make-up was very pale. She glanced around her, however, and smiled happily. It's very kind of Mr. Greasby and very kind indeed of you all to show by applauding that you like me," she said. " I did not come for this, though, i just came to hear if the film were well received—but thank you all very much. I'm awfully glad you all approve of—of everything. There was another round of applause as Lionel stepped out beside her. He put his hand in hers, and then Mr. Greasby disappeared behind the curtain and to another round of applause the young people bowed before they followed him. Once safe behind the curtain, however, Lionel turned and smiled at her, while he squeezed her little hand. " Well, Peggy ; you arrived just in time," he said. " The audience were going away with a nasty taste in their mouths. You saved the situation." "WITH HIS OWN EYES" (Continued from page 80.) The Convincing of George. THAT was the beginning of many little outings for Lucille. She and Larry seemed to have the same tastes, the same interests, and they spent much of their leisure together. By-and-by Lucille began to take up her old work at the studio. She found that the producers were beginning to like her, and there was often a small part for her in the new films. One day in the height of summer two large chars-a- abncs of players went down to a little village some way outside London to shoot some scenes for the firm's latest production. Larry and Lucille were among them. He was playing the leading man to the star, and Lucille had a quiet little part that suited her demure beauty to perfection. Late in the afternoon while they were waiting for the producer to finish a country dance scene in a meadow, the two young people wandered off together down the leafy quiet lanes. Larry had been very silent all day, and as they crossed a little bridge over a stream, the girl turned to him. " A penny for your thoughts," she said. He shook his head. " Worth more," he said, smiling. " Not to me." Peggy gave a happy, contented little laugh. " I am so glad," she said thankfully, and then went on to explain her sudden appearance. " The crisis was past and the doctor said that Jackie would sleep, and Janet was so grateful that she suddenly remembered that this was the night I was due here, and she persisted in me coming, although I told her I did not want to spoil Kitty s evening, as I knew she was going on in my place. I stayed at the back until she had her turn, though. I did not spoil her show, did I ? " she added earnestly. Greasby gave a loud guffaw. ' So you stayed behind to give her her chance, did you ? Well, you weren't such a fool as one might think—was she, Hickman ? " he added, smiling at the other man, " or perhaps she is only lucky " he paused, but Lionel had taken Peggy's hand in his, and was looking down at her with the lovelight shining in his eyes. Greasby was forgotten by both of them entirely for the moment. " Peggy, dear, I was coming to see you to-night, late as it is, because I've something I want to say to you — something I meant to say before—something that matters to me more than anything else in the world," Lionel was whispering ardently. Greasby walked away and left the lovers alone, as Lionel took her in his arms. ' Peggy, I love you," he said simply. " I adore you. dear. Will you marry me ? " And Peggy put up her face to be kissed—she was blush- ing happily. I will," she said softly. Lionel held her very tight. " My little love," he whispered, with his lips close to hers, and then time was forgotten while their lips met in a long, long kiss. THE END. She laughed and turned away. The boy caught her hand and drew her back to him. I wonder," he said. " Lucille, look at me." Something in his voice made her turn quickly, and the next moment the hot blood rose in her face and she stood motionless before him. " My dear—Lucille—what chance have I got ? " The words broke jerkily from his lips, and his eyes looked at her pleadingly. For a moment she did not stir, then she moved slowly towards him, and the next instant he caught her in his arms. " Oh, my dear," she said softly. " My dear ! " Larry bowed his handsome dark head over hers and kissed her hps. At that moment a large pink-faced young man, who looked like a clerk on holiday, jerked his line out of the stream where he had been fishing, and stared at the two on the bridge, his small eyes widening to their fullest extent. Then he snorted to himself in a way peculiarly h'.s own. and mopped his face with his handkerchief. M I knew it ! " he said angrily, under his breath. I knew it all along, and now—darn it—I ve seen it with my own eyes. But Larry and Lucille did not hear—and if they had they wouldn t have cared. THE END.