Screenland (May–Oct 1927)

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Finally, as the lights flashed on, announcing the end of the picture, he removed the arm from about his wife and eyed her suspiciously. "You'd better come on home now," he said, but Peggy noticed his voice had not the arrogant, confident ring of old. "Oh, no. You're wife's going to stay with mc until after her divorce. Then when we return to Hollywood she'll go out there with me." Peggy added wickedly, at the same time checking with a look the anticipated gasp from the mountain girl. "Hollywood!" thundered the enraged Abe. "Hollywood! My wife a picture actress? Not by a damn sight." "Why not Mr. Tattersall?" asked Peggy sweetly. "You have said yourself that your interest in her is at an end. She must look out for herself now — and what can a divorced woman do in these hills? Nothing. In Hollywood a whole new world opens out its arms to her. She is a picture type — good features — wide apart deep brown eyes — a face with character and beauty. At' ready my director has her in mind for our next story." At this point in the drama Peggy was forced to put a reassuring arm about the trembling girl whose gaze was riveted upon the face of her husband. The expressions that chased themselves over his rather handsome countenance were too many and too varied to catalogue. But a slow red was gradually mounting toward the roots of his hair and Peggy hastened on to get in all she had to say before the storm broke. "You know," she said softly, "your wife saved my life. She got to me just in the nick of time, and it seems that I came into fier life just at the right moment to save her happiness." It was all Abe could stand. "She comes home with me," he stormed. "Divorce! I ain't goin' to divorce her. Think I'm goin' to hev my wife a picture actress? No sir. What d'yuh think I'd do without a woman? I never aimed to divorce her anyway. Just teasin' her some. An' she ain't goin' back on the vows she made me nuther. No sir, home she comes," and he made a defiant if awkward gesture toward his wife. Even Peggy could not have hoped for anything better than what happened next, for the mountain girl seeing her husband's big, somewhat dirty hand outstretched feared it would rumple her borrowed finery and drew away. She thought only of protecting her friend's dainty gown, but Abe read into the involuntary gesture another meaning — one unflattering to himself. His "So this is Hollywood!" I said at last, with a trite effort of humor. "It's Beverly Hills!" loyally replied my inspiration, "The most beautiful spot in the most beautiful town in the most beautiful state in a beautiful world!" "Our papers call this particular spot the German Embassy of the Kingdom of Kinema," I added. "German?" replied the observant one. "It's the Embassy of Cosmopolis. Listen to the Bable of tongues — English, French, German, Spanish, and that — I think that's Hungarian they're talking over there." "Do you realize how really few Germans we meet at the Lubitsch parties?" she went on — "Vilma Banky, Charles Puffey, Lya de Putti, Victor Varconi, Maria Korda — Hungarians, all! Pola is Polish, Greta Garbo and Lars Hanson are Swedes, Paul Stein eyes opened in absolute wonder, then narrowed with determination. "You don't want me to touch you huh? What's the matter with yuh?" This was Peggy's cue again. "Well, Mrs. Tattersall's coming home with me tonight anyway," she said firmly. "What her future course will be she will have to decide herself. But I think she would like a little time to think things over and then decide. Am I right Mrs. Tattersall?" And somehow the mountain girl had the strength and wisdom to gulp "Yes, you be right Miss Ardent. I don't want to do nothin" in a hurry." "So she's coming home with me," Peggy went on blithely. "And tomorrow if you want to see her you may call — sometime in the afternoon. But you must tidy up a bit. "You mustn't shame your wife at the hotel by coming in the slovenly state you now are in. Must he Mrs. Tattersall?" Again the mountain girl rallied. "No Abe," and her voice was a little firmer this time. "If you're allowin' to see me tomorrow you'll hev to fix up some " And then the two girls left a sadder but wiser Abe standing dejectedly on the sidewalk. But later in Peggy's rooms the mountain girl burst into a storm of sobs. "I should hev took him when I had the chanct," she wailed, but Peggy who knew her arithmetic chuckled happily. "Don't you worry my dear. You will have him fast enough before tomorrow's sun sets, and in his Sunday suit." Then she sat at her desk and wrote rapidly for a moment Mrs. Tattersall's eyes opened wide with amazement when the bit of paper was thrust into her hands. "What's this?" she asked, but when she saw the sum made out to her on the check she was still more amazed, and tried to return it. "Keep it. my dear," and Peggy's voice was so sincere and so humble that the mountain girl hesitated. "It's only a week's salary for me and you won't be able to keep the upper hand with Abe if you aren't independent. This will help you to be. Never tell him that you have it, but when the going gets a little rough, as it will again perhaps, just you remember that in the bank you have something to fall back on and talk up to him fearlessly. You are to keep all these clothes and when I get to Flollywood I'll have others made for you. This is what you must remember — keep Abe guessing — always." And she did. and Capt. Conti are Austrians, while our handsome young friend, Ramon Novarro, talking so soulfully over there to Helen Lubitsch, is Mexican. Why, Jannings, Hans Kraley and the Laemmle boys are about the only Germans here tonight — besides the sailor lads from the German warship. And by the way. let's go over and see how they are making out with their little movie heroines." Yes, as the most famous German in Movieland, Lubitsch is expected to entertain all the notable travelers from the Fatherland, and his party this night was in honor of the officers and cadets — they correspond with our Annapolis boys — of a visiting German warship. And what a glorious time these handsome well-mannered lads were having beneath the formal restrictions of their rigid naval The Foreign Legion of Hollywood (Continued from page 33)