Aunt Jane's Nieces Out West

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Montrose left his widow a fortune."

"He didn't leave a penny," asserted Florence. "Uncle was a stock gambler,

and when he died he was discovered to be bankrupt."

"I must explain to you," said Maud, "that our father and mother were both

killed years ago in a dreadful automobile accident. Father left a small

fortune to be divided between Flo and me, and appointed Uncle George our

guardian. We were sent to a girls' school and nicely provided for until

uncle's death, when it was found he had squandered our little inheritance

as well as his own money."

"That was hard luck," said Patsy sympathetically.

"I am not so sure of that," returned the girl musingly. "Perhaps we are

happier now than if we had money. Our poverty gave us dear Aunt Jane for

a companion and brought us into a field of endeavor that has proved

delightful."

"But how in the world did you ever decide to become actresses, when so

many better occupations are open to women?" inquired Beth.

"Are other occupations so much better? A motion picture actress is quite

different from the stage variety, you know. Our performances are all

privately conducted, and although the camera is recording our actions it

is not like being stared at by a thousand critical eyes."

"A million eyes stare at the pictures," asserted Patsy.

"But we are not there to be embarrassed by them," laughed Flo.

"We have but one person to please," continued Maud, "and that is the

director. If at first the scene is not satisfactory, we play it again and

again, until it is quite correct. To us this striving for perfection is

an art. We actors are mere details of an artistic conception. We have now

been in Hollywood for five months, yet few people who casually notice us

at the hotel or on the streets have any idea that we act for the

'movies.' Sometimes we appear publicly in the streets, in characteristic

costume, and proceed to enact our play where all may observe us; but

there are so many picture companies in this neighborhood that we are no

longer looked upon as a novelty and the people passing by pay little

attention to us.

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