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r: il 1 __ at"iV.iet-ir--miadon, violently opposed to whntshe considers "worldly" things. aeeepta motion pictures as the muse for much of the evil pl the present a”. Troubled with a 00qu JteeemAsr goes Ao fee _ V _ "And 'I’d like .somebody just to look up -to;heiWenand . pray for mercxtsomebody with. big eye8-- .You," the" young lady over there-- will you. step out? Oh, it's Mrs. Wooaville, isn’t Att' I met you this morning. Here’s your,chance.. Do Ahits for me like a goodgirl, and, irive yourself to _it.' Look -up to heaven; if the sun brings tears to your eyes all right, but' let them come from your-soul, deer, if you can. ’Ycu see, you have s'een your people dying like flitm about you, from famine and hardship: You look- up" and say, 0 God, you -aoipt mean for us to 'die in this uselegs torture. do you, dear God?' Take my life and let these others 'live. Won't you, dear 'Godff’ - '. Remember Sudden. a pretty. unsophisti- euted girl. is the daughter of I, kindly but narrow-minded mining" in a mall mid-west- ern town. Mer father. 7 . Elwood Farnabi, a poor boy, son of the town sot. Aa Remember and Dr. Bretherick likens: the problem tt telephone ,message lit-inn the new: that Ebiood bu been killed in .In accident. Dr. Bretherick accordingly persuade. Remember to go West, her cough serving as n plausible excuse: to write home of meeting and marrying a pretended .lujtor ---"Mr. 'Woodville"v-end later to write her pen-nu Inn'oxmcing her "husband's" death baton the birth of her expected child. ~Unable alone to bear her secret, Remember goes to her mother with it. _ V ' _ Aer mother agrees with the plat} of the Wu... mucus-um 3w: w - V DF. Bretherick, au.eiderly physician. .who in -ubonil‘hed " thrplitrht in which he Bnds her. Pressed by the doctor.' Remember ad.. mita her. 'unfortungte affair with - A an). handing with Robina Teele, leading lady in the movies, who are ttyr cynoeure of a?! eyes. The train comes to an abrupt halt: a d‘xaster havi. it been narrowly avoided, and V the mgkzet out and walk about. .‘. sueian Hem meets Dr. Galbraith. a raster, who knows her father and .takes an "““ellf in her. She miscalls Tom Holby "Mr. Woodville'”, in order to make her. fancied suitor seem more real. While the Galbraith: rre away. she writes them as well as her parents that she has married "Mr. Woodvllle” and that they are to live' in Yama--for which Pere singing: a tickgli." .. _ i, - _ V doctor r'-V~ a... -"'v'- - -_--"___ - Hem decides to kill off her imaginary husband by saying'he died of thirst in the desert. meanwhile she starts " for another towniotrettsiotprtsaeerv"'t. 0n tte,:ttt WWII w - - av-r w. _ -__v WW”, - - she runs into the movie company of Tow Kelby. ' Tom insists that she became an extra, and its must eordial to her. She finds herself in the movie game. T _ . _ Now tht On W ith the Story . Close-up ‘of individuals, were taken, the most. striking types being se- lected and coached to express crises of feeling: “You ttly mad and, babble, old m'an, will you? Tear at your throat and let your tongu_e hang out? " . 'C': You, ..miss, will you fall back in your "morher'ts armsir-yog be mother, will you, miss, and catch her --Wou are to die, you know; " just r611 Your eyes back and sigh-and sink into a heab. And you, mother, wring your hands and beat your breastepnd wail.- You understand "T'" Oriental staff, eh? _., . . ., " ‘Mem stood throbbing, from head to foot' with embarrastment and with a tstrange inrush 9f alien moods. The fury eyes of the-director burn'- ing through his. dark gliss‘esy the curious instigation in his voice, the V which: Eaves town. oil the gain accidental may from _Rtibr.: nevi: lil, iii-itll?) otil) c, r, \th " it g RUPEEFH 'llt,* I 'il I " 1'.tt,'s',1't'l, at i... uzlg ['. Lllllt, -"e DONALD. RH-EY C. -- 'aPIleF. "Now, .dear! Let your heart break!' Look roimd and see your" dying-people. Thet'? your father over there just gaspfrig his life out. Your another. lies dead back-there; you've covered her poor 'little' body with sand to keep the jackals-from it.. Can ‘you do it? Will vouf. That'si _right.' Look around now and let yourself go!" _ her magically. 'Folge'r ipik her by the arm and murmured: A . _ -, I~ ' _She felt herself bewitched, be- numbed, yet mystically alii'e to ‘a thousand tratedies, Her liyes rolled around the staring throng, and made out Tom Holbyrgazing down at her from his camel and pouring sym- pathy from his own soul into her"s. plea to do well for him; quickened Then she flung her head from side to side in .a torment of woe, cast her head back,, and heaved' her big eyes fnta,the cruel brazier of the skies, seemed to see God peering down upon the little multitude, and mo'ved her lips in s.dpplfeation. , ' _ She felt the WOrds and the anguish wringing heg'throat, and the tears "trtio"rririfriGt hef "isyirii, "fan 'SE‘ihing into; her mouth, and she swallowed them arid found _ theni bitter-sweet with an ex(altation of agony. q _ There was \spch weird reality/in Her grief that the direetor's, glasses were-blurred with his owriiars; the"eamerd men were trulpirie hahh, . As her .gpward stare again tin- glared Tom Holby’s eye _..!he s. that tears Were ivd.'ipptSi'vig,',e, his lashes and that his mouth was quivering. _ Tie sight of, his teaTh sent through her a. strange pang of triumphant sympathy, and .she broke down sob- bing, would have fallen to the-stand, if Leva Lemaire had trot aigutrhtishisr ttnd.drawrr herinto her arms, kissing her and .whisperihg: "Wonderful! Wonderful w. _ . Mie' felt a hand amber arm and .“God Bless you. That was the reall stuff. You’re-a good girl." THE PRESS was drain from, Levis arm§ into ty man's. Her shoulders were squeezed hard by the big hands and she heard "GUd bless you! 1hat ‘was theieal stuff! You’re a good trirlt. . The real thing'." -. . " - - .4 a, voiee" that idefitified her- paptor as the director. He was saying: . “ -* F Tien he began to laugh and choke, Regime an utter fool. y" ‘_This was her first -experience of the passion of mimicry. She was as ashamed as glorified,.as. drained yet-' as exultant, as _if a' trird, _had seized her and embraced' her fiercely for a moment, then left her aching, an ember in the ashes.- 7_ [ The director was already Gllirig the mob to the next task'. She could not help glancing toward Tom. HoIby. His camel was moving off with" the crowd, but he was turning back to gaze at her. Het was nogiding hit head in a salute of profound. respect. _ Memts sin had led her to the edge of paradise, and then drawn herbaek by (he hair. --, _ She.was doomed to spendheeain time in increasing "heaviness,' arid then 1 Eddie or to go about thence- forth with a nameless child holding on to her hand andancboring her to obscurity. _ _ _ She found a place as maid in the home of a storekeeper at such‘ wages as he could afford.. She began the sordid routine of her tasks, but, con- fiasting them with. the glamour of playing tragic roles, she felt herself entombed. . e . Thenlthe Bummer heat began and grew yo fierce that her employer my! his family went to the mahore.‘ - She spent' much thought upon the letter home. that. ,she ”had. not yet written, that she must write if ever shtt. were" to go. home again. The mile purpose of this long, long jour- y into loneliness was to be able to write that letter; and it had. not yet gone. I _ Every tine ah! made the beginning her hands f'linehed from the lying pen. But one night in a frantiectlt of histronic enthusiasm she . dashed off Her fame, sealed it in m enve.‘ lope, and Ampped it utter dark in the mail box. . F Darling Mummy and _Papa. '.--- . . _ _ Mem. After -she had slipped the letter irrevocably into the mail box she reahied that the postmark of Palm Springs? would be stamped on the err. velope. Her place of concealment would be disclosed. _ stm, it would not matter, She was a widow now in the minds of her people and she could go 1titelrto them and face the future in yum. The mountains had lb, beckoning look always, and on this afterpgon, when it clouded sky gave a little shel- ter from the Sun, she set out to obey an impulse to climb as far as her strength would take her. T" Th?, exertion of, climbing was more than Mem had bargained for. Thts steeps that looked so inviting, fyyp a' distance were-ragged an/i, forbid- ding., ”The burnt-almond mountains were hot and sharp-edged gridirons to -her feet. The sun came blazing forth and seemed toT‘spill upon her a yellow hot mass of. metal that slashed herasbout the head and rolled over her shoulders in blistering iiy gets. . cm f - A _ _ A stone iofied under, her foot and shook herfrom her balance. _ She wavered, chttthed at nothing, whirl- _ed, struck, bounded from the hard rock, fell,' and 'thens-tr . smashing blow, blackness, silence. q A' young Indian girl chasing her stray pony about the sand had Seen Mem stumble, them fall; had heard the' thump of the body on 1tushion- ing sand; had run to the nearest house and told Fhat she had seen. Mem‘was taken home. The village (factor diH all that his skill c'Ould do. .Though she had 'never dared ‘to visit Nth, hé knew of her, and knew her as ' widow.' When she was strong 911311311 to tr? talked ttrhe pro- parea her for bad iewy _ "Am I to be crippled tor life?" she cried. _ , "No," he sighed. "You whl bear no%arka of your accident. But you will nu? -but your other hopes and expeetatiomr---w,.m not be realised." She was dazed and he was timid, and he had sgme diMeulty in mak- ing her understand his bad .neWs': that she would not be tb mother. She bore this blow' wiitiifort'- made that surprised him. F ' _ ,'And now Mem was weak and. we: - begone, at the bottom of the cliff of life. She had never climbed very far, but she had fallen for enough to ttive' How I can hardly bear to think of it, let alone write about it. But my darling husband passed, away in the desert'. _ I eannot write you the particulars now, for , am too' agitated and grief stricken and I do not want to hamw you with details. I know your poor hearts Willi ache for me, but I beg you not to feel it too deegly, beéause L. am trying to be brave. And I remember what you "'tantrht. sfus, that the Lord giveth andfthe Lord .taltpth away." . . . I cannot write you more mow and I will ,come home when I 'get a little atrdittter. All the love in,jhe world from _ Your loving (Continued on Next Page) Thursday, August 29, 19 29 at HOW, Thursdly. AW SPEC TYDO FUE: O I L Jo 1547 Qual f 6 Non Sp