The Moving Picture Girls; Or, First Appearances in Photo Dramas

h threw herself against it and turned the key in the lock. Then she ga

lice whispered. "I saw h

faltered Ruth. S

as just an accident. But the door is locked now. Maybe it was some collector-like thos

ood wages at the moving picture place.

e. Don't

nd we can call the police," suggested the taller girl, in a hoarse whisper, her

gone. I tell you I saw him hurrying down the stairs. Russ sent

Ruth. "With-with common fighting going on i

outly. "And I'm not a bit afraid, either. Why, Russ is just across the hall, and it wa

low voice, and again the

the police. That would cause excitement indeed. I don't believe anyone else

ter. Perhaps it was because Alice was so merry-hearted-even unthinking at times; despising danger because she did not know

t door is locked?

lly, Ruth, I wouldn't go to Mrs. Reilley's if I were you. She'll tell everyone, and there doesn't

daddy woul

Mrs. Reilley's telephone to talk to him?" For that neighbor had summoned one of the girls when she

ust stole a minute or two away from the conference to

he say when

t would be as so

up in the way of a lunch. We may have to resort to the delicatessen again. I

n the way of refreshments for an impromptu banquet, though, and I posi

ing recovered her spirits. "On the ice box

finally, to the necessity of making a raid on the nearest

ment House, on one of the West Sixtieth streets of New York City, there had been

their father's theatrical engagement, and the long period of waiting for another, their savings had been exhausted and the

leman, was the father of the two girls. Their mother had been dead about seven years, a cold

ry maid-or, rather, a maid in a small town that was classed as being on the "country" circuit by the company playing it. Mr. DeVere, then blossoming into a leading man, was in the troupe, and b

Mrs. DeVere had become one of the leading juvenile players. Both her husband and herself were fond of home life, and they h

eemed farther and farther off. Then came Mrs. DeVere's illness and death, and for a time

d do little to advantage save act, and in this alone could he make a living. So he had returned to

and hard work of the footlights, neither Ruth nor Alice had shown any desire to go o

old men studies are remembered on Broadway to this day. He had acted in Shakespeare, but he had none of that burning desire, with which many actors are credited, to play Hamlet. Mr.

nterrupted several times by lack of engagements,

Rialto" looking for engagements than ever before. Mr. DeVere was among them, an

r as though he were doomed to become a "hack," or to linger along in some

poverty "fortunes." They had to leave their pleasant apartment and take one more humble. Some of their choice possessions, too,

radesmen were not as patient and kind as they had been at first. Some even sent pr

ne theatrical manager had become a reality. Mr. DeVere had telephoned that the contract

when they had decided on what they might safely

Friendship.' One of th

ope he gets

se tickets," sighed Ruth. "Positively I wo

xactly shine in a

r. "There's someone in the

r, and in spite of themselves

his rap!" wh

d Ruth. Somehow, she looked a

's one of those horrid collectors," she went on

that answered

nt to apologize for that row outside your door a few mi