Aunt Jane's Nieces Out West

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Something went very wrong presently, for the director blew a shrill blast

on his whistle and suddenly everything stopped short. The camera man

threw a cloth over his lenses and calmly lighted a cigarette. The

procession halted in uncertainty and became a disordered rabble; but the

director sprang into the open space and shouted at his actors and

actresses in evident ill temper.

"There it is again!" he cried. "Five hundred feet of good film, ruined by

the stupidity of one person. Get out of that priest's robe, Higgins, and

let Jackson take your place. Where's Jackson, anyhow?"

"Here," answered a young man, stepping out from a group of spectators.

"Do you know the work? Can you lead that procession into the temple so

they will leave room for Delilah to enter, and not crowd her off the

platform?" asked the director.

Jackson merely nodded as he scrambled into the priest's robe which the

discomfited Higgins resigned to him. Evidently the bungling actor was in

disgrace, for he was told to go to the office and get his pay and then

"clear out."

So now the procession was sent back into the passage and rearranged in

proper order; the signal was given to begin and in an instant the camera

renewed its clicking as the operator slowly revolved the handle that

carried the long strip of film past the lenses. The musicians played, the

girls danced, the procession slowly emerged from the passage.

This time it advanced properly and came to a halt just at the head of the

staircase leading up to the entrance to the temple.

"Delilah!" shouted the director, and now appeared a beautiful girl who

made a low obeisance to the chief priest.

"Why--goodness me!" cried Patsy. "It's--it's Maud Stanton!"

"Nonsense!" returned Arthur, sharply; and then he looked again and drew a

long breath; for unless it were indeed the elder niece of Mrs. Montrose,

there must be two girls in the world identically alike.

Mr. Werner settled the question by quietly remarking: "Of course it's

Maud Stanton. She's our bright, particular star, you know, and the public

would resent it if she didn't appear as the heroine of all our best

pictures.

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