not always be making narrow escapes； and it seemed that she was almost more delightful in this staid domestic life。 Here； away from her professional perils； she was； it seemed； 〃a slim little girl with sad eyes and a wistful mouth。〃
The picture moved him strongly。 More than ever he was persuaded that his day would come。 Even might come the day when it would be his lot to lighten the sorrow of those eyes and appease the wistfulness of that tender mouth。 He was less sure about this。 He had been unable to learn if Beulah Baxter was still unwed。 Silver Screenings； in reply to his question； had answered； 〃Perhaps。〃 Camera； in its answers to correspondents； had said； 〃Not now。〃 Then he had written to Photo Land： 〃Is Beulah Baxter unmarried？〃 The answer had come； 〃Twice。〃 He had been able to make little of these replies； enigmatic； ambiguous； at best。 But he felt that some day he would at least be chosen to act with this slim little girl with the sad eyes and wistful mouth。 He； it might be； would rescue her from the branches of the great eucalyptus tree growing hard by the Fifth Avenue mansion of the scoundrelly guardian。 This； if he remembered well her message about hard work。
He recalled now the wondrous occasion on which he had travelled the nearly hundred miles to Peoria to see his idol in the flesh。 Her personal appearance had been advertised。 It was on a Saturday night； but Merton had silenced old Gashwiler with the tale of a dying aunt in the distant city。 Even so； the old grouch had been none too considerate。 He had seemed to believe that Merton's aunt should have died nearer to Simsbury； or at least have chosen a dull Monday。
But Merton had held with dignity to the point； a dying aunt wasn't to be hustled about as to either time or place。 She died when her time cameeven on a Saturday nightand where she happened to be； though it were a hundred miles from some point more convenient to an utter stranger。 He had gone and thrillingly had beheld for five minutes his idol in the flesh； the slim little girl of the sorrowful eyes and wistful mouth； as she told the vast audienceit seemed to Merton that she spoke solely to himby what narrow chance she had been saved from disappointing it。 She had missed the train； but had at once leaped into her high…powered roadster and made the journey at an average of sixty…five miles an hour； braving death a dozen times。 For her public was dear to her； and she would not have it disappointed； and there she was before them in her trim driving suit； still breathless from the wild ride。
Then she told themMerton especiallyhow her directors had again and again besought her not to persist in risking her life in her dangerous exploits； but to allow a double to take her place at the more critical moments。 But she had never been able to bring herself to this deception； for deception； in a way； it would be。 The directors had entreated in vain。 She would keep faith with her public； though full well she knew that at any time one of her dare… devil acts might prove fatal。
Her public was very dear to her。 She was delighted to meet it here； face to face； heart to heart。 She clasped her own slender hands over her own heart as she said this； and there was a pathetic little catch in her voice as she waved farewell kisses to the throng。 Many a heart besides Merton's beat more quickly at knowing that she must rush out to the high…powered roadster and be off at eighty miles an hour to St。 Louis； where another vast audience would the next day be breathlessly awaiting her personal appearance。
Merton had felt abundantly repaid for his journey。 There had been inspiration in this contact。 Little he minded the acid greeting； on his return； of a mere Gashwiler； spawning in his low mind a monstrous suspicion that the dying aunt had never lived。
Now he read in his magazines other intimate interviews by other talented young women who had braved the presence of other screen idols of both sexes。 The interviewers approached them with trepidation； and invariably found that success had not spoiled them。 Fine artists though they were； applauded and richly rewarded； yet they remained simple； unaffected； and cordial to these daring reporters。 They spoke with quiet dignity of their work； their earnest efforts to give the public something better and finer。 They wished the countless readers of the interviews to comprehend that their triumphs had come only with infinite work and struggle； that the beautiful comes only through suffering and sacrifice。 At lighter moments they spoke gayly of their palatial homes； their domestic pets； their wives or husbands and their charming children。 They all loved the great out…of…doors； but their chief solace from toil was in this unruffled domesticity where they could forget the worries of an exacting profession and lead a simple home life。 All the husbands and wives were more than thatthey were good pals； and of course they read and studied a great deal。 Many of them were wild about books。
He was especially interested in the interview printed by Camera with that world favourite； Harold Parmalee。 For this was the screen artist whom Merton most envied； and whom he conceived himself most to resemble in feature。 The lady interviewer； Miss Augusta Blivens； had gone trembling into the presence of Harold Parmalee； to be instantly put at her ease by the young artist's simple； unaffected manner。 He chatted of his early struggles when he was only too glad to accept the few paltry hundreds of dollars a week that were offered him in minor parts； of his quick rise to eminence； of his unceasing effort to give the public something better and finer； of his love for the great out…of…doors； and of his daily flight to the little nest that sheltered his pal wife and the kiddies。 Here he could be truly himself； a man's man； loving the simple things of life。 Here； in his library； surrounded by his books； or in the music room playing over some little Chopin prelude； or on the lawn romping with the giant police dog； he could forget the public that would not let him rest。 Nor had he been spoiled in the least； said the interviewer； by the adulation poured out upon him by admiring women and girls in volume sufficient to turn the head of a less sane young man。
〃There are many beautiful women in the world。〃 pursued the writer； 〃and I dare say there is not one who meets Harold Parmalee who does not love him in one way or another。 He has mental brilliancy for the intellectuals； good looks for the empty…headed； a strong vital appeal； a magnetism almost overwhelming to the susceptible； and an easy and supremely appealing courtesy for every woman he encounters。〃
Merton drew a long breath after reading these earnest words。 Would an interviewer some day be writing as much about him？ He studied the pictures of Harold Parmalee that abundantly spotted the article。 The full face； the profile； the symmetrical shoulders； the jaunty bearing； the easy； masterful smile。 From each of these he would raise his eyes to his own pictured face on the wall above him。 Undoubtedly he was not unlike Harold Parmalee。 He noted little similarities。 He had the nose； perhaps a bit more jutting than Harold's； and the chin； even more prominent。
Possibly a director would have told him that his Harold Parmalee beauty was just a trifle overdone； that his face went just a bit past the line of pleasing resemblance and into something else。 But at this moment the aspirant was reassured。 His eyes were pale； under pale brows； yet they showed well in the prints。 And he was slightly built； perhaps even thin； but a diet rich in fats would remedy that。 And even if he were quite a little less comely than Parmalee； he would still be impressive。 After all； a great deal depended upon the acting； and he was learning to act。
Months ago； the resolution big in his heart； he had answered the advertisement in Silver Screenings； urging him to 〃Learn Movie Acting； a fascinating profession that pays big。 Would you like to know；〃 it demanded； 〃if you are adapted to this work？ If so； send ten cents for our Ten…Hour Talent…Prover； or Key to Movie…Acting Aptitude； and find whether you are suited to take it up。〃
Merton had earnestly wished to know this； and had sent ten cents to the Film Incorporation Bureau； Station N； Stebbinsville； Arkansas。 The Talent…Prover； or Key to Movie…Acting Aptitude； had come； he had mailed his answers to the questions and waited an anguished ten days； fearing that he would prove to lack the required aptitude for this great art。 But at last the cheering news had come。 He had every aptitude in full measure； and all that remained was to subscribe to the correspondence course。
He had felt weak in the moment of his relief from this torturing anxiety。 Suppose they had told him that he wouldn't do？ And he had studied the lessons with unswerving determination。 Night and day he had held to his ideal。 He knew that when you did this your hour was bound to come。
He yawned now； thinking； instead of the anger expressions he should have been practising； of the sordid things he must do to…morrow。 He must be up at five； sprinkle the floor； sweep it； take down the dust curtains from the shelves of dry goods； clean and fill the lamps； then station outsid