Ruth Fielding in the Great Northwest

le argument between her and Mr. Hammond when he came up to Cheslow and the Red Mill to discuss

t photographer of the town take several "stills" of the Indian girl. Copies of these she had sent to the Alectrion Film Corpo

in talking with Wonota and judging as far as possible throu

th. "Can she get expression into her face? Can she put over feeling? W

stly. "But remember, Mr. Hammond, you cannot judge this Osage

e to show on the screen the d

es' true to life," interrupted Ruth

I tell you the public is getting more and more critical. They won't stand for just pretty p

' is a full-blooded Indian maiden just like Wonota. Now, you talk wit

he demande

a. Meanwhile I will be getting this condensed plot of the story into shape for us to talk

t for our Western location as soon as possible

or exercise, and after he had spent more than an hour walking about with Wonota, the canny Mr.

ot know what you were hinting at I see it now. Wonota is a true redskin. We read about the stoicism o

is Totantora, as she calls him. But only now and then does she ex

xpresses that feeling in her face or voice. She speaks of his cruelty to her with s

feelings as a white girl would. Nor would she be natural as 'Brighteyes' if she easily showed emotion.

n her to be a real star in time. She photographs like a million dollars!" and he laughed. "Now if we can teach her to be expressive enoug

th, flushing faintly. "I shall of course b

f money. And incidentally to make an Indian sta

she "ate, slept, walked and talked" little else-to quote Helen

well. Father is so busy with his business now that I scarcely see h

around a good deal. I expect to jump from New York to somewhere in the Northwest. Mr. Hammond has not exactly de

ybe we could get Jennie to go,

Ruth. "I would rather laugh with J

ing wires. You know, Mr. Stone is as 'sot as the everlasting hills'-and it takes something to move the hills, yo

looks

bit because of Henri's absence. I wonder if

laughed Ruth again. "She hates ocean voyaging, does Jennie; but she wouldn't wait

Wonota. Ruth had not intended to go to the Stones; she would have felt more independent at a hotel. She did not know w

a red-capped porter with their bags, walked through the gateway of entrance to the conc

to the Borneaux. He has made

. "Hotel rooms are all right to make up in, or anything l

, Je

n. And if Wonota doesn't come I declare I'll tell Dakota Joe where she is, and he'll come after her and steal her.

uth, while the Indian girl shran

and in one of the big armories over t

e you folks had better come to the Stone house. Mr. Stone has taken a w

mall emotions which paleface girls displayed. She laughed more than at firs

, Ruth agreed. They telephoned a message to the Hotel Borneaux and then went off to dinner at the Stone

Helen, smiling, as the girls went upstair

Cameron," said Wonota quietly. "We are not blanke

cried Jennie. "That head-dress looked wild enough,

d it? Why, some of the girls-Osage girls of pure blood too-at Three Rivers Station wear garments that are quite up to date. You must no

admitted Helen. "I don't suppose the

usine to the play, and Wonota enjoyed the brilliant spe

of girl a chance to dress up and go to places like this

, you mean," i

ll, anyway, Miss Fielding, what I said is so. Wonota would like to dress like the best dressed girl i

e that lost it,

of the reverse of the shield all the time," sniffed Jennie

and up-to-date," declared the girl of the Red

well! Dress her up, or any other foreign girl, in American

'how do you get that way'? Wonota is a better American than we are. Her ancestors did

ver learned at school. And, to tell the truth," she added, making a little fac

gure. "I should say you did," she observed. "You used to create a famine

d the plump girl. "Can't you let

s with us, Jennie. We cannot look at you and visu

attention was given to the play on the stage and the brilliant audience. She had traveled considerab

ess. Even Jennie could not "get a rise out of her," as she confessed to Helen and Ruth after they were read

e. "And I am just as anxious as I can be to se

mmond and the dire

romptly. "If it wasn't for your story t

t to go West with you, Ruth-and

vy and I are going to tag along, Ruthie, somehow.

ad enough. We dragged her down East this summer, b

mpany. I have a part for her in my picture. She always looks out for

d Helen. "We

," echoe

ep," complained the girl of the Red Mill. "I

and Wonota at a certain downtown corner where several of the scenes were to be shot. Dressing rooms in a neighboring hotel had bee

much of this location work done, that it did not bother her. She

his right out here in publ

on the street help make the picture seem reas

-Indian costume Mr. Hammond told me t

the most outlandish costumes on people-Turks in their national dress, Hindoos with turbans and robes, Japanese and Chinese women dressed in the silks and brocades of their lands

earing in the scenes at this point. Mr. Hammond had obtained a police permit of course, and th

ot be hidden. Ruth stood in the street watching the arrangements by the director and his assistants. Two films are always made at

of the cross street. She even was aware that two men in it were not dre

ention. The Indian girl crossed and recrossed the field of the camera until she sa

d through his megap

governing the traffic, the car Ruth had so briefly noticed started forward,