Talking Picture Magazine (Oct 1929 - Nov 1930)

January, 1930 TALKING PICTURE MAGAZINE Page 11 CLEMENTINE Lulah Trousdale TO a summer resort on the Atlantic Coast of Massachusetts came a Southern family from Louisville, — mother, father and twin baby girls, accompanied by their two negro nurses and a man servant. The mother was young and beautiful. The husband was tall, handsome and pleasure loving. While tending to his children the husband is asked the direction to a crystal spring and turning the children over to the nurses he accompanies the attractive woman to her destination. Clementine, his wife, witnesses this act and her jealousy gets the best of her. Discord, separation and one of her children, Florence, is awarded by the courts to Hendrick Douglas. Years have passed. At Macatawa Park, on Lake Michigan, fate plays a strange hand. Hendrick has met with an accident and his child has been taken from him. Florence is known as Ruby Wilson, having been adopted by the Wilsons. While with her girl friends she accidentally meets her mother and sister. Not knowing their identity, and in a spirit of adventure, she passes for her sister and is taken to the Douglas homestead. Her identity is finally revealed, and she is astonished to. find her real mother and sister. They go South to their old homestead. Dorothy makes the acquaintance of Hugh Harding, who calls upon' the family at Dorothy's invitation. Hugh goes back to his friend Melville Moore and arranges for Melville to visit the Douglas family with him. With the uncle and nephew is 'Harry', in reality Hendrick, who, after the accident, has been taken into Moore family to recuperate, being given every attention and comfort by Melville. Dorothy meets her father, but does ryot recognize him. "Mr. Melville Moore introduced me as Miss Dorothy — he had asked permission to do so. Mr. Harry Moore held out his hand, and when I put my hand in his big, soft, friendly hand, and looked into his wonderful deep eyes, 1 felt myself trembling. I just could not stop it, and mama, he was looking at me so earnestly — so searchingly — like he was trying to read through and through — all this time he was holding mv hand tightly in his." 'Harry' attempts to thank Melville. "Here, Harry, — what did I do for you? Knock your memory and the light of your life out? Now what kind of a beast would I be — if I had not seen you through? Lei's play quits on that subject. You have been the greatest comfort and interest — to say n'othing of happiness, — of my life." "One more thing, Melville, and I will agree to play quits. If 1 had not been so wretchedly unhappy— going about without thought or reason — stepping blindly out in front of your horse, — all this would never have been. Some day I want to tell you about the cause — because you must know that Clementine was right. "Now you and Hugh are to move bag and baggage over here to live with us. 1 can no more do without you than 1 can without my new-old family. I just must join' my two families together into one." JUST AMONG FRIENDS Arthur Peabody THIS narrative deals with a lumber town of 1856. A sort of gambling speculator induces the State Senator, the Indian Agent, the Mayor and the Land Commissioner to cut some timber on the Indian Reservation'. As he has these government officials in the deal there is no one to prevent it, and the plan goes through. The Indians protest and hold a war dance in the public square. "The dance was intended to express a protest on the part of the Indians with respect to an event which happened the winter before. It had to do with the cutting of certain timber from the Indian reservations. While this was against the law, the persons concerned were closely connected with the city government, the Indian agency and the land commissioner. The timber cutting had been brought about by the man who had deplored the occurrence of the dance. He had conceived the idea and had brought everything to success up to this moment. The lumber had been' cut. It had been sent down the river. It was at the mill and the sale of it was practically completed. If nothing intervened the sale would go through. And just here a foolish war dance bobbed up. Who could tell what the effect would be? It might be heard of in Washington. The mayor could have stopped it, or the Indian agent, both interested in the lumber deal, but neither could see why the war dance should not be permitted. Fools! By that permission they had put their heads in the noose. Prison doors were gaping before them and they could not understand." To carry out their plans the conspirators meet privately to arrange matters. Kittie, Jack Simpson's sweetheart overhears their conversation and since Jack's application for timber land is involved, advises Jack of their plans. Jack realizes the complications, but goes slowly in his plans. "I will wait and see their game. I was at the land office this afternoon and they said something — but they told me it would be all right. If it was just Boardman who wanted to do me out of my land I'd probably not be a big enough dog to fight him. But if they are going to cut on the reservation — good gosh! The U. S. Government wil! have something to say." The deal goes through — Jack obtains his land — and a compensation besides, and every one is content but the Indians. "The story of the timber stolen from the Indian reservation crept gradually about town. Nobody cared much about it. Who were Indians anyhow? Nothing but savages. They ought to be killed. Well, if not killed, then sent away — out West where they wouldn't bother anybody. The storv became a legend and was presently forgotten." THE WOLF'S PACK Emily Blohm IT was four o'clock as Harvey Bates strolled into the large living-room of the old homestead, which had belonged to the Bates' family for four generations. Harvey receives a letter from Jack Allen informing him that Bob Kelly is cutting his lumber up the stream on sixty acres of Bates land. He and his father leave for Allen's place, placing Hans in charge of the stock until they return. Both men have heard of the timber wolves. The lumbermen are having a terrible time fighting off these wolves. The winter had been cold and hard. They provided themselves with two guns, some cartridges, sled and provisions. Further ammunition can be obtained at the shack, half-wav to Jack's place. The shack was the discarded home of a moon-shiner and was always used as a supply station when they went on hunting trips. The morning they were to take this perilous journey was bitter cold. Harvey bundled up good and warm and so did his dad. They had hardly covered half the distance when they heard the terrible howl of a wolf. Suddenly it seemed that the whole country was surrounded with howling wolves. One wolf had answered the call of the other. Harvey and his dad knew what this meant. The wolves were formin'g a pack and gathering fast. They knew it was useless to turn back, and they could never reach the shack in time before these beasts would be upon them. Harvey and his dad made for a nearby tunnel. The wolves are almost upon them. They empty their rifles, killing ten or twelve. While the wolves devour the dead, Harvey and his dad crawl into the tunnel. Outside the tunnel the wolves sight them and they make the shack just in time. Examination of the shack reveals the fact that ammunition is gone. Fortunately, Jack Allen and his men come to their rescue. "Well, Harvey," said Jack Allen, "I've got twentyfive gray timber wolf pelts to be sent to the market." Harvey was ash-white from fright, but somehow managed to laugh and say, "You certainly disappointed them from getting a square meal, all right." Their visit to Bob Kelly is without satisfaction. ''That sixty acres belongs to me, because I had a surveyor up here and I know it's mine. If you don't get out of here in a hurry I'll put the dogs on vou." Bob Kelly and his men waylay the Bates when the latter make their way to town, intending to seek the aid of the courts but are themselves attacked by wolves. Harvey and his father come to their aid, but Kelly is seriously injured. Feeling that he is about to die, he turns the papers over to Harvev. "Here are the deeds to my property and also the records of the lumber I took from your dad. I will not need them now and I have signed them over to you. AN UNWELCOME GUEST Alice C. Townsend ALLIE HAMPTON, singing blithely, paused for the second time that morning to glance toward the big field, where two men could be seen plowing. Sallie looked only at the tall one and daintily blew a kiss from the tips of her slender fingers, then modestly blushed as she saw Aunt Hannah watching her over the clothes-line, where she was hanging out her snowy-white washing. Sallie was hapoy. And with good reason, for hadn't she the finest home on the prairie, and had she not married the best looking man in that part of the country, — taller, stronger, braver than other men? She had never ceased to wonder why John had chosen her from all other girls. After dinner John questions her as to the gossip around the village. "Well, some of them were saying there was talk about the church being haunted. People have been telling about hearing strange sounds like wailing and screaming coming from there at night, but they were afraid to go in and find out what it was." "Superstitious nonsen'se" said John. I wouldn't be afraid to go into that church at any hour of the day or night." "But you must remember, John, that you are so much braver and stronger than other men," said Sallie. John is soon put to the test. While down to the court house on business, he is caught in a storm. Anxious to get home he braves the elements. The rain was coming down in torrents. Soon he was soaking wet. Bess, the horse, could make little progress. A flash of lightning makes him take refuge in the church. "John Hampton, — you're as nervous as an old woman. Strange, that feeling that some one is close by. I never felt anythin'g like it before. Golly! I'd rather be struck with lightning than to stay here." Bess stood on her hind legs, made one bolt and was off. J'ohn could only cling to the reins and hold on tight. "Take me home Bess, — take me home. Don't let this thing strangle me." Bess arrives home, crashing in' the gate. John is in a dead faint. Out of the darkness came blood-curdling shrieks and hysterical laughter. Aunt Hannah turned from the doorway and peered into the darkness. A woman is with John! ''I know John loves me but why did he bring her! If I could only understand." There is a knock at the door. Two weary-looking men stand with their hats in their hands. "Madam," said one of them. "I am sorry to disturb you so early, but we have been looking all night for an insane woman, — one of our patients who has escaped from the asylum. We traced her as far as Mt. Olive Church, but from there we have lost all track of her. Could you possibly have seen her?" THREE LOVERS Margaret M. Henneberry JANE EMERSON reads the following letter in Helpful Hint Columns: Dear Editor: "Is this not unfair? I am a capable stenographer, experienced, energetic. The firm for which I have worked for ten years has gone out of business. Therefore I must seek a new job. I have visited several agencies, and am met with this remark: 'We are sorry madam, but we do not register after thirty. We can do nothing for you. "Will some kind reader tell me how I am going to overcome the 'no-one-over-thirty' motto. I hate to lie about my age. — "Anxious thirty-nve." Jane was twenty-eight. She kept accounts for, took notes from, and generally made herself useful to Austin Blake, a patent attorney. Austin Blake would never set the world on fire, it would seem. He took life very easily. He could. He had a private income from his father's estate, and with his fees, he lived comfortably at a well-to-do bachelor's club. Jane had come to work for him seven years ago. He was just starting in business for himself, then, and she was sent to him in answer to his request, from a nearby-agency. He liked her quiet, unassuming manner, — her reticent ways and her lady-like bearing. She had grown from his stenographer to his secretary, and now she had an assistant, called the file clerk. The crank letter sets Jane thinking along matrimonial lines. Arthur Latham, insurance broker, calls at the office on business and finds Jane attractive. One thing leads to another and a party of four is arranged for Greenwich village. Liquor, jazz and Arthur's persuasions are unsuccessful in carrying the party to his apartment. Thus ends adventure number one. Then Ivan Grey, artist and temperamental, whom Jane has met on her trip to picturesque Gloucester. Somehow he did not seem as romantic with a setting of office files behind him as he did with nature's background and his vanity and selfishness dispose of him. Events move quickly. Mr. Osterman, in from his factory, is interviewed by Jane who makes a vivid impression upon him, — so much so that he invites Mr. Blake and Jane to his factory. This, however, is preceded by a combined pleasure and business dinner and theatre party of two, terminating in Jane's receiving evidences of Mr. Blake's love for her. The Ostermans prove congenial hosts. They suspect that Jane and Austin are more than employer and employee to each other. "Jane, dear, will you make a flower garden for me, so that next spring we can gather tulips of our own for our luncheon table?" "Yes, dear, — I will.". So for the present he took possession of the two lips that seemed so ready for him, so near to him, and so happy to meet his. CLUB BEAUTIFUL Lionel D. Eyman BOBBIE RjEED, cabaret sheik and wealthy bachelor, has resisted marriage at every turn In the CLUB BEAUTIFUL, during a hectic evening, he meets his old sweetheart of college days Dorothy Greenleaf, who has been married for two years. She is still deeply in love with Bobbie and, indeed, makes this fact known to him. "Yes -. I know the definition of love, but Dorothy, whether I shall ever fulfill it, I cannot say. Up to the present time I have not. However, I will tell you this, Dorothy. I cared more for you than any other girl I have ever met. Let's dance this one " During the course of the evening Bobbie offers his aid to an inebriated couple. The girl, Winifred Billings, takes Bobbie by storm. Bobbie takes them home, gets rid of her escort and as he is about to ask her for a date she disappears. Sometime later, in traffic, Bobbie's car rips the fender off an attractive roadster. The girl jumps out indignantly and Bobbie puts $25 into her hands to pay for the damage. It is not until she has gone that he realizes it is Winifred. She has failed to recognize him because of being a bit under the liquor at the time Bobbie had gone to their help. Bob follows her to a garage and makes an appointment for that evening. Winifred soon realizes that she is in love with him but they have to contend with Winifred's oarents who are opposed to the match. Mrs. Billings is determined that she shall marry her wealthy fiancee and with that end in view visits CLUB BEAUTIFUL. At first Bob mistakes her for Winifred but gradually he pleads his case, to no avail. Mrs. Billings, the previous day, has forged a note in Winifred's name telling Bob that their affair was off. She impresses upon Bob the futility of his love. Undaunted, Bob invites her to tea at his apartment to further plead his case and the following afternoon Mrs. Billings arrives. Shortly after her arrival Winifred and her father appear. Bob had forgotten his tea appointment with Winifred. Mr. Billings is indignant to find his wife alone wth Bob, but Mrs. Billngs quickly silences him bv referring to his own escapades at the CLUB BEAUTIFUL. Winifred reaffirms her love for Bobbie and Mr. Billings strengthens their case by stating that Bob has iust closed a deal which meant $100,000 to himself and that he is not the loafer Mrs. Billings has painted him. Furiously, Mrs. Billings asks her daughter to leave with her, but Winifred refuses. Mrs. Billings goes alone to the pier, for she has planned on taking Winifred with her to Europe. The three of them follow her to the wharves and induce Mrs. Billings to be sensible. Reconciliation follows and the Billings plan to go to Bobbie's apartment and discuss arrangements for their wedding. Mention of the Talking Picture Magazine is the best introduction to advertisers.