Hour of Enchantment / A Mystery Story for Girls

is she could not tell. Had she missed her appointment? Would the movie queen be gone? She caught her brea

o a chair, she looked at the clock.

the room. "They

aitress, "very black tea

he great dome she felt in

n Florence ushered into the now all but empty room a perso

and the stranger stared a

eanne at last

u who are to be some one else. You are to be Lor

ered, "bring us c

asse," Jean

star had drained the last drop of her co

see

he rosy-cheeked mountain girl, who stood beside them. "You see everyone

y, touched by the girl's simple kindness. "Yes, we

suggested caution. "This is

he mountains secrets are kept as nowhere else in the world. Je

inly is true,"

Lorena LeMar move

'Little Hollywood.' Five days from now I am to begin a picture-you know, show the people how it's done. There are seat

nce!" Jeanne murmured

Not for me!" Miss L

it! A yacht a hundred and forty feet long! Singing, dancing, drinking! Oh, yi! yi! Moonlit waters. Mackinac Island, the Soo Canal, Isle Royale in Lake Superior, speed boats, sailb

on the electric signs all ove

it's all over the thing's sure to be scr

s out there, short ones; but not this

you are my double, so perfectly, and since you'd been in light opera, you might

" Jeanne stared a

ne was eager. "All you'd have to do would be to study the script, g

never will. One of those natural things, not spicy at all-don't you know? And besides

w what that meant. Florence was saying to herself: "She's off again! F

s little more than a whispe

doesn't amount to much. As I've told yo

ow," Jeann

Miss LeMar's tone was light. "The side of Bi

stened quietly until now, exclaimed. "Th

was born!" said Jeanne. There wa

urse," she went on. "Boy and girl standing on the side of a

rrected. She was lea

's going away. They're saying good-bye. No clinches. Too bashful for that. Just a tou

looks. A donkey appears around the rough path. An Italian, with big brow

iew. A downcast sort of woman is riding the ho

ings, silver spurs, you know, comes dashing along on a blooded horse. He bumps into the

swears, as he leaps from his saddle. '

ong-eared sort of hound, comes out barking. The fat youth giv

e beautiful Zola with a flattering smile wh

. But you can see she'd

after the fat youth has ridden on. 'Damn Dago!' Everybody like us, eh? Ha! Getta

ughs at

arts a mine. Zola's father owns some rough land full of co

yawned, "is what you mi

I suppose the mine prospers. Zola marries the dar

resh start. "They mine coal and ship it. The fat youth from the

has his coal held on the rails. Costs pile up. He is

switchmen dig her out and wash her up. When they see what a swell l

outh, insults Zola. Tony throws him over a cliff-not a very high c

s has lost all his money. His

eanne put a hand ov

comes back. He and Zola go into a clinch. Tony adds his blessing, sells his share in the mine

ere's a lot more to it. But you can see. What do you say? Is it a go? I'll see

week!" It was Jensie, the little mo

favored her with a smile, "is

logised to Jeanne. "It's

ne was not thinking of the money at all, but of the strange cir

o forget that Petite Jeanne lives at all. To act in the movies when one

autiful story," she

d. "But they could make it so much

ss LeMar opened

he moun

ut the little mountain girl an all but irresistible appeal. "That doe

eanne repeated musingly. Then sudden

ht, I'll

iss LeMar leap

you in the next few days," Jeanne i

-night. I'll be seeing you." The great movie star, Lorena LeMar, was away

e murmured at last. "Who in

rence smiled. "And her

coul