He was the
old Hosmer DeVere once more.
"Where did you get it?" asked Ruth, with a little laugh. She foresaw
that some of her housekeeping problems bade fair to be solved.
"It is an advance on my salary as a moving picture actor," he
replied, hoarsely, but still with that same gay air. "See, I have put
my other life behind me. Henceforth--or at least until my voice
promises to behave," he went on, "I shall live, move and have my
being on the screen. I have signed a contract with Mr. Pertell--a
very fair contract, too, much more so than some I have signed with
managers of legitimate theaters. This is part of my first week's
salary. I have taken his money--there is no going back now. I have
burned my bridges."
"And--are you sorry?" asked Alice, softly.
"No, little girl--no! I'm glad!" And truly he seemed so.
"Tell us about it," suggested Ruth, and he did--in detail.
"Then it wasn't so bad as you expected; was it, Daddy?" asked Alice.
"No, I found many of the company to be very fine characters, and some
with exceptional ability. Mr. Wellington Bunn, by the way, is a man
after my own heart.
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