For the
play must be gotten on a certain length of film, and if one scene ran
over its allotted time it might spoil the next one by curtailing the
action.
"Hurry a little with that," ordered the manager sharply, at a certain
point. "Don't 'screen' the letter too long, and skip part of that
leave-taking. That eats up far too much celluloid."
Accordingly some parts, not essential to the play, were "cut" to
shorten the time. Russ went on turning the crank, getting hundreds of
the tiny pictures that afterward would be magnified, and thrown on
the screen in dozens of moving picture playhouses, for the Comet
Company supplied a large "circuit."
"Now then, Mr. DeVere, it's time for you to come on," the manager
said. "And then your daughters."
"Oh, I know I'm going to be nervous!" murmured Ruth.
"No you won't," spoke Russ, encouragingly. She stood near him, and
flashed him a grateful look. "I'll be watching you," he said, "and if
I see anything wrong I'll stop in an instant, so we won't spoil any
film."
"That's good of you," she replied. "Come on, Alice."
"All right! Oh, I just know it's going to be splendid!" her sister
exclaimed.
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