The Moving Picture Girls

The Moving Picture Girls, by
Laura Lee Hope

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Title: The Moving Picture Girls First Appearances in Photo Dramas
Author: Laura Lee Hope
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The
Moving Picture Girls

OR
First Appearances in Photo Dramas
BY
LAURA LEE HOPE
AUTHOR OF THE BOBBSEY TWINS, THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN
THE COUNTRY, THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE, THE
OUTDOOR GIRLS OF DEEPDALE, THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT
RAINBOW LAKE, ETC.
ILLUSTRATED
[Illustration: IN ONE SCENE ALICE AND RUTH HOLD THE
STAGE ALONE. The Moving Picture Girls.--Page 157.]
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I AN UNCEREMONIOUS DEPARTURE 1
II RUSS DALWOOD APOLOGIZES 11
III THE OLD TROUBLE 20
IV DESPONDENCY 33

V REPLACED 43
VI A NEW PROPOSITION 51
VII ALICE CHANGES HER MIND 60
VIII "PAY YOUR RENT, OR----" 70
IX MR. DEVERE DECIDES 78
X THE MAN IN THE KITCHEN 87
XI RUSS IS WORRIED 96
XII THE PHOTO DRAMA 106
XIII MR. DEVERE'S SUCCESS 113
XIV AN EMERGENCY 124
XV JEALOUSIES 132
XVI THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS 140
XVII A PROMISE 151
XVIII A HIT 159
XIX A BIT OF OUTDOORS 170
XX FARMER SANDY APGAR 181
XXI OVERHEARD 189
XXII THE WARNING 197
XXIII THE MISSING MODEL 205
XXIV THE PURSUIT 214

XXV THE CAPTURE 221
CHAPTER I
AN UNCEREMONIOUS DEPARTURE
"Oh, isn't it just splendid, Ruth? Don't you feel like singing and dancing?
Come on, let's have a two-step! I'll whistle!"
"Alice! How can you be so--so boisterous?" expostulated the taller of
two girls, who stood in the middle of their small and rather shabby
parlor.
"Boisterous! Weren't you going to say--rude?" laughingly asked the one
who had first spoken. "Come, now, 'fess up! Weren't you?" and the
shorter of the twain, a girl rather plump and pretty, with merry brown
eyes, put her arm about the waist of her sister and endeavored to lead
her through the maze of chairs in the whirl of a dance, whistling,
meanwhile, a joyous strain from one of the latest Broadway successes.
"Oh, Alice!" came in rather fretful tones. "I don't--"
"You don't know what to make of me? That's it; isn't it, sister mine? Oh,
I can read you like a book. But, Ruth, why aren't you jolly once in a
while? Why always that 'maiden all forlorn' look on your face? Why
that far-away, distant look in your eyes--'Anne, Sister Anne, dost see
anyone approaching?' Talk about Bluebeard! Come on, do one turn
with me. I'm learning the one-step, you know, and it's lovely!
"Come on, laugh and sing! Really, aren't you glad that dad has an
engagement at last? A real engagement that will bring in some real
money! Aren't you glad? It will mean so much to us! Money! Why, I
haven't seen enough real money of late to have a speaking acquaintance
with it. We've been trusted for everything, except carfare, and it would
have come to that pretty soon. Say you're glad, Ruth!"
The younger girl gave up the attempt to entice her sister into a dance,
and stood facing her, arm still about her waist, the laughing brown eyes

gazing mischievously up into the rather sad blue ones of the taller girl.
"Glad? Of course I'm glad, Alice DeVere, and you know it. I'm just as
glad as you are that daddy has an engagement. He's waited long enough
for one, goodness knows!"
"You have a queer way of showing your gladness," commented the
other drily, shrugging her shapely shoulders. "Why, I can hardly keep
still. La-la-la-la! La-la-la-la! La-la-la!" She hummed the air of a
Viennese waltz song, meanwhile whirling gracefully about with
extended arms, her dress floating about her balloonwise.
"Oh, Alice! Don't!" objected her sister.
"Can't help it, Ruth. I've just got to dance. La-la!"
She stopped suddenly as a vase crashed to the floor from a table,
shattering into many pieces.
"Oh!" cried Alice, aghast, as she stood looking at the ruin she had
unwittingly wrought. "Oh, dear, and daddy was so fond of that vase!"
"There, you see what you've done!" exclaimed Ruth, who, though only
seventeen, and but two years older than her