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(^A Studio Romance Interwoven with the Lovely Plaits of a Woman's Hair
father's vineyard balanced upon her shapely head. To protect the fruit from the sun the girl had flung sprays of scarlet lillies over them and these, as well as the brilliant sash she wore, enhanced the clear olive of her skin and the glory of her flowing hair. A vivid atom caressed by flashing sunshine.
To John however, all this beauty was but a frame for the mysterious radiance that flooded her whole being and told him that she loved. Like the jasamine flower, when first it gives its fragrance to the night, she stood glowing before him.
Again he crushed her in his arms — but to his horror the picture faded and it was his new leading lady he was kissing so passionately.
"I — I beg your pardon, signorina — I — really 11
But although startled and unconsciously thrilled, Beatrice was an understanding person and she was not vain. "Don't apologise Mr. Mario — it is quite all right," she said so quickly and impersonally that John loved her for it.
"I understand," she added softly. And both men did her the honor of believing her.
"Blest if I do though," muttered Parker, whose expression during the sen' sational moment could only be truthfully described as imbecile. However he was not the boy to let opportunity elude him and that he had his man where he wanted him at last was perfectly obvious to him.
"Come on everybody," he shouted, and hardly waited for them to assemble. "You all know the action — Mr. Mario sees the girl in the crowd — grabs her into his arms for a kiss, then holding her high in the air runs off protected by his men. Picolo," to a slim youth with shrewd but level eyes, "you are in that bunch. Ready now! Lights! — Action! — CAMERA! Get into the. front rank Miss Vert — you think he is a swell bandit you know — ■ now you see her John — grab her! — Now — Go for her'.— Atta Boy— Cut!"
John had needed no urging this time — Once more the girl aroused the
slumbering romance in his nature and the lips he pressed again and again to her mouth and neck were eager enough to suit any director. Zita — his Zita was in his arms again — Zita — not the girl that lived
He was still dazed when Parker spoke. "John you were great — that scene will be a knockout It'll silence all the torn cats around here that said you hadn't "It" — This'll tell them a head full all right." Then noting John's agitation he threw an affectionate arm about his shoulders. "Tell me about it boy," he said gently leading him to a quiet spot. "That little girl with the date eyes and chestnut braids — she rang a bell somewhere in your mind, didn't she? Was there a girl in Italy — ?"
"Yes," said John huskily.
"Where is she?"
With an inimitable gesture of finality John uttered one word. (Continued on page 77)
MADONNA LILLIES
An Easter Verse
W/iite against the green — for consecration, Star-li\e — to lead thoughts upward to the King. "Madonna Mary's lillies by the altar Burst wide their buds at Easter carolling.
d[ Dorothy Cum» ming as the Madonna in "The King of Kings".
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