Screenland (Nov 1937-Apr 1938)

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IOO08»J roooia 3 FOR 10cAT 5c AND 10c STORESNOTION COUNTERS cheating, double-dealing, double-dyed—" "Darling," Terry looked up at her imploringly, "I didn't know what I was doing-" "My own roommate," Jean was shouting now, "and you preach ideals, so you can chisel when my back is turned. Well, you can take your old red fox cape, and I'll never borrow another thing from you as long as I live!" She flung the cape to the floor and turned to Powell. "I hope you two snakes will be very happy together. I thought I was in love with you, but I see my mistake now. I only went out with you in the first place to spite Linda." The door slammed behind her, and suddenly Terry was convulsed with laughter. "It's not funny at all." Powell was irritated. "What do you suppose she thinks?" "Exactly what I want her to think," Terry said slowly. "You see, I happen to like her." "She won't like you very much after this," the man protested. "She'll see the light in time." Terry shrugged. "Anyway, I wanted to show you I can act." "You're a faker." "We're both fakers," Terry agreed. "But you're a bigger one than I am. This young man is your son, isn't he?" She held out the photograph of the boy on the desk. "He must be a lot older than you are because this photograph has been used to advertise a certain military academy for a great many years." "How did you know?" the man demanded. "My brother went to that academy," she said lightly as she picked up the other photograph. "And this lady, whom you pretend is your wife, she's done a lot of posing for powder ads, hasn't she?" Suddenly Powell found himself liking her. "My dear, you've broken up a very convenient marriage !" he laughed — and held out his hand. "I think we understand each other," she agreed gravely. It was Kay who kept the rest of the girls from making a scene when they knew Terry had gotten the part in "Enchanted April." "It wasn't my part just because I wanted to do it." Kay tried to smile. "Last year I took a part away from another girl who wanted it. Terry deserves her chance, and there's enough heartbreak in the theatre without our hating each other." And so Terry went on with her rehearsals. It was harder than she had thought it would be, those rehearsals. For the first time doubt of herself crept into her thoughts. Ann Luther, an actress of the old school who she had asked to coach her, believed in her. Terry had need of her confidence when she saw the incredulous glances exchanged over her acting and she held on to it even when Powell left the theatre in disgust after a rehearsal. But it was only on opening night that she really despaired. Somehow she saw then what she had refused to see before, that she wasn't really an actress. Desperately she was going over her lines in her room before going to the theatre and it was then the door opened and Kay came into the room. "The doctor told you to stay in bed," Terry stormed, almost dropping the flowers she held, but Kay only smiled. "How do you expect me to stay in bed with all this excitement going on?" she asked. And then quickly. "Terry, may I make a suggestion? The way you hold the flowers. I always felt that Jeanette would hold them as she would a child, and when she says, 'in memory of something that has died,' she means — " "Kay, you know this play!" Terry said. "It's not a play." Kay turned away to hide the quick tears. "It really happened. It happened to someone I know. Terry," for the first time something almost like resentment crept into her voice, "this isn't just your night. It's my night, too. You've (jot to be a success tonight. You've got to give a great performance. No matter what happens !" Afterward Terry was to know what Kay meant; afterward just before the curtain went up and Jean found her in her dressing room and told her that Kay was dead. "She jumped before we could stop her!" Jean cried wildly. "She was lying there all huddled in the rain. And you're responsible. It was Kay's part. It was Kay's life. Now it's too late, she's dead. Kay who never harmed anyone. And all because you haven't a heart. Because you're made of ice! "I'm going to sit out front tonight and every line you read I'm going to say that should be Kay's line and every move you make, I'm going to say that should be Kay !" "I'm not going on," Terry said dully as the door closed behind Jean. "Why didn't someone tell me? I'd have given up a thousand parts rather than have this happen !" "Are you going to let Kay down?" Ann Luther's face was twisting. "You've got to give the performance she wanted you to give. Then perhaps wherever she is, you may bring her peace." Then somehow Terry was on the stage and the curtain was lifting, and after that first black moment she found herself saying" the familiar lines she had rehearsed so often. But it was different from all the other times she had said them, for now there was poignancy in every move where before there had been stiffness, and her words came simply and heartbreakingly where before they had been meaningless on her lips. She felt the audience reaching out to her, felt the stillness that told the others that a star was being made. But only Terry knew it was Kay who was walking so slowly across the stage, that it was Kay who knew the meaning of those words. And afterward when the house broke into long applause a man sat silent in his seat. He had been pointed out when he came into the theatre and people had whispered, "The wheat king," and had looked at him enviously. But Henry Sims had failed for the first time in his life. The money he had poured into the play would yield an enormous profit, the money he had thought he was throwing away to prove to Terry that she could not act. But what good would that do now that she had made good — now that he knew he had lost his daughter. "My dear, you were simply wonderful," Ann Luther said tremulously as Terry ran into the dressing room. "That wasn't me out there tonight." Terry was crying as she pulled her galoshes on. "I was someone else." Miss Luther patted her arm. "It's only after we have suffered that we can make the audience feel for us," she said soothingly. "Does someone have to die to create an actress?" Terry asked wildly. "Is that what the theatre demands?" She pulled on her hat and started for the door. "But you can't leave now!" Miss Luther protested. "There'll be people here, the press, photographers. You're an actress now. You belong to these people." "I'm going to see Kay." Terry brushed off her detaining arm and was gone. So it was with Kay that Jean found her. And now there was no longer any need to ask or give forgiveness. No need for reproaches or regrets. Out of heartbreak a star had been made and out of that same heartbreak understanding had been built into friendship. 84 SCREENLAND