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； all in uniform and all good types。 She didn't want just anybody； but types that would stand out。 Holden studios on Stage Number Two。 Before noon； if possible。 All right； then。 Another bell rang； almost before she had hung up。 〃Hello； Grace。 Nothing to…day； dear。 They're out on location； down toward Venice； getting some desert stuff。 Yes； I'll let you know。〃
Merton Gill had now to make way at the window for a youngish； weary… looking woman who had once been prettier； who led an elaborately dressed little girl of five。 She lifted the child to the window。 〃Say good…morning to the beautiful lady； Toots。 Good…morning； Countess。 I'm sure you got something for Toots and me to…day because it's our birthdayboth born on the same daywhat do you think of that？ Any little thing will help us out a lothow about it？〃
He went outside before the end of this colloquy； but presently saw the woman and her child emerge and walk on disconsolately toward the next studio。 Thus began another period of waiting from which much of the glamour had gone。 It was not so easy now to be excited by those glimpses of the street beyond the gate。 A certain haze had vanished； leaving all too apparent the circumstance that others were working beyond the gate while Merton Gill loitered outside； his talent； his training； ignored。 His early air of careless confidence had changed to one not at all careless or confident。 He was looking rather desperate and rather unbelieving。 And it daily grew easier to count his savings。 He made no mistakes now。 His hoard no longer enjoyed the addition of fifteen dollars a week。 Only subtractions were made。
There came a morning when but one bill remained。 It was a ten…dollar bill； bearing at its centre a steel…engraved portrait of Andrew Jackson。 He studied it in consternation； though still permitting himself to notice that Jackson would have made a good motion…picture typethe long； narrow； severe face； the stiff uncomprising mane of gray hair； probably they would have cast him for a feuding mountaineer； deadly with his rifle； or perhaps as an inventor whose device was stolen on his death…bed by his wicked Wall Street partner； thus leaving his motherless daughter at the mercy of Society's wolves。
But this was not the part that Jackson played in the gripping drama of Merton Gill。 His face merely stared from the last money brought from Simsbury； Illinois； and the stare was not reassuring。 It seemed to say that there was no other money in all the world。 Decidedly things must take a turn。 Merton Gill had a quite definite feeling that he had already struggled and sacrificed enough to give the public something better and finer。 It was time the public realized this。
Still he waited； not even again reaching the heart of things； for his friend beyond the window had suffered no relapse。 He came to resent a certain inconsequence in the woman。 She might have had those headaches oftener。 He had been led to suppose that she would； and now she continued to be weary but entirely well。
More waiting and the ten…dollar bill went for a five and some silver。 He was illogically not sorry to be rid of Andrew Jackson； who had looked so tragically skeptical。 The five…dollar bill was much more cheerful。 It bore the portrait of Benjamin Harrison； a smooth； cheerful face adorned with whiskers that radiated success。 They were little short of smug with success。 He would almost rather have had Benjamin Harrison on five dollars than the grim…faced Jackson on ten。 Still； facts were facts。 You couldn't wait as long on five dollars as you could on ten。
Then on the afternoon of a day that promised to end as other days had ended； a wave of animation swept through the waiting room and the casting office。 〃Swell cabaret stuff〃 was the phrase that brought the applicants to a lively swarm about the little window。 Evening clothes； glad wraps； cigarette cases； vanity…boxesthe Victor people doing The Blight of Broadway with Muriel MercerStage Number Four at 8：30 to…morrow morning。 There seemed no limit to the people desired。 Merton Gill joined the throng about the window。 Engagements were rapidly made； both through the window and over the telephone that was now ringing those people who had so long been told that there was nothing to…day。 He did not push ahead of the women as some of the other men did。 He even stood out of the line for the Montague girl who had suddenly appeared and who from the rear had been exclaiming： 〃Women and children first！〃
〃Thanks； old dear；〃 she acknowledged the courtesy and beamed through the window。 〃Hullo； Countess！〃 The woman nodded briefly。 〃All right； Flips； I was just going to telephone you。 Henshaw wants you for some baby…vamp stuff in the cabaret scene and in the gambling hell。 Better wear that salmon…pink chiffon and the yellow curls。 Eight… thirty； Stage Four。 Goo'…by。〃
〃Thanks； Countess！ Me for the jumping tintypes at the hour named。 I'm glad enough to be doing even third business。 How about Ma？〃
〃Sure！ Tell her grand…dame stuff； chaperone or something； the gray georgette and all her pearls and the cigarette case。〃
〃I'll tell her。 She'll be glad there's something doing once more on the perpendicular stage。 Goo'…by。〃
She stepped aside with 〃You're next； brother！〃 Merton Gill acknowledged this with a haughty inclination of the head。 He must not encourage this hoyden。 He glanced expectantly through the little window。 His friend held a telephone receiver at her ear。 She smiled wearily。 〃All right； son。 You got evening clothes； haven't you？ Of course； I remember now。 Stage Four at 8：30。 Goo'…by。〃
〃 I want to thank you for this opportunity〃 he began； but was pushed aside by an athletic young woman who spoke from under a broad hat。 〃Hullo； dearie！ How about me and Ella？〃
〃Hullo； Maizie。 All right。 Stage Four； at 8：30； in your swellest evening stuff。〃
At the door the Montague girl called to an approaching group who seemed to have heard by wireless or occult means the report of new activity in the casting office。 〃Hurry； you troupers。 You can eat to…morrow night； maybe！〃 They hurried。 She turned to Merton Gill。 〃Seems like old times；〃 she observed。
〃Does it？〃 he replied coldly。 Would this chit never understand that he disapproved of her trifling ways？
He went on； rejoicing that he had not been compelled to part； even temporarily； with a first…class full…dress suit； hitherto worn only in the privacy of Lowell Hardy's studio。 It would have been awkward； he thought； if the demand for it had been much longer delayed。 He would surely have let that go before sacrificing his Buck Benson outfit。 He had traversed the eucalyptus avenue in this ecstasy； and was on a busier thoroughfare。 Before a motion…picture theatre he paused to study the billing of Muriel Mercer in Hearts Aflame。 The beauteous girl； in an alarming gown； was at the mercy of a fiend in evening dress whose hellish purpose was all too plainly read in his fevered eyes。 The girl writhed in his grasp。 Doubtless he was demanding her hand in marriage。 It was a tense bit。 And to…morrow he would act with this petted idol of the screen。 And under the direction of that Mr。 Henshaw who seemed to take screen art with proper seriousness。 He wondered if by any c