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The film company that employs teenage sisters Alice and Ruth DeVere as actresses has lined up its next project: a film that showcases life in the Wild West. But as the cast and crew begin the journey to the ranch where they'll be filming, it becomes clear that a rival company intends to steal the idea for the movie.

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 décembre 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781776673612
Langue	English

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THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS AT ROCKY RANCH
OR, GREAT DAYS AMONG THE COWBOYS
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LAURA LEE HOPE

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The Moving Picture Girls at Rocky Ranch Or, Great Days Among the Cowboys First published in 1914 Epub ISBN 978-1-77667-361-2 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77667-362-9 © 2015 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Contents
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Chapter I - The Spy Chapter II - Western Plans Chapter III - A Daring Feat Chapter IV - A Cloud of Smoke Chapter V - A Mix-Up Chapter VI - The Auto Smash Chapter VII - Off for the West Chapter VIII - The Oil Well Chapter IX - The Rivals Chapter X - The Cyclone Chapter XI - At Rocky Ranch Chapter XII - Suspicions Chapter XIII - At the Branding Chapter XIV - A Warning Chapter XV - The Indian Rites Chapter XVI - Prisoners Chapter XVII - The Rescue Chapter XVIII - A Rush of Steers Chapter XIX - Too Much Realism Chapter XX - In the Open Chapter XXI - The Burning Grass Chapter XXII - Hemmed In Chapter XXIII - The Escape Chapter XXIV - A Disclosure Chapter XXV - The Round-Up
Chapter I - The Spy
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"Well, Ruth, aren't you almost ready?"
"Just a moment, Alice. I can't seem to get my collar fastened in theback. I wish I'd used the old-fashioned hooks and eyes instead of thosenew snaps."
"Oh, I think those snaps are just adorable!"
"Oh, Alice DeVere! Using such an extreme expression!"
"What expression, Ruth?"
"'Adorable!' You sometimes accuse me of using slang, and there yougo—"
"'Adorable' isn't slang," retorted Alice.
"Oh, isn't it though? Since when?"
"There you go yourself! You're as bad as I am."
"Well, it must be associating with you, then," sighed Ruth.
"No, Ruth, it's this moving picture business. It just makes you usewords that mean something, and not those that are merely sign-posts.I'm glad to see that you are getting—sensible. But never mind aboutthat. Are you ready to go to the studio? I'm sure we'll be late."
"Oh, please help me with this collar. I wish I'd made this waist withthe new low-cut effect. Not too low, of course," Ruth added hastily, asshe caught a surprised glance from her sister.
Two girls were in a room about which were strewn many articles offeminine adornment. Yet it was not an untidy apartment. True, dresserdrawers did yawn and disclose their contents, and closet doors gaped atone, showing a collection of shoes and skirts. But then the occupants ofthe room might have been forgiven, for they were in haste to keep anappointment.
"There, Ruth," finally exclaimed the younger of the two girls—yet shewas not so much younger—not more than two years. "I think your collaris perfectly sweet."
"It's good of you to say so. You know I got it at that little Frenchshop around the corner, but sewed some of that Mexican drawn lace on tomake it a bit higher. Now I'm sorry I did, for I had to put in thosesnap fasteners instead of hooks. And if you don't get them to fitexactly they come loose. It's like when the film doesn't come right onthe screen, and the piano player sounds a discord to call theoperator's attention to it."
"You've hit it, sister mine."
"Oh, Alice! There you go again. 'Hit it!'"
"You'd say 'hit it' at a baseball game," Alice retorted.
"Oh, yes, I suppose so. But we're not at one," objected the older girl,as she finished buttoning her gloves, and took up her parasol, which sheshook out, to make sure that it would open easily when needed.
"There, I think I'm ready," announced Alice, as she slipped on a lightjacket, for, though it was spring, the two rivers of New York sentrather chilling breezes across the city, and a light waist was ratherconducive to colds.
"Have you the key?" asked the older girl, as she paused for a moment onthe threshold of the private hall of the apartment house. She had tiedher veil rather tightly at the back, knotting it and fastening it with alittle gold pin, and now she pulled it away from her cheeks, to relievethe tension.
"Yes, I have it, Ruth. Oh, don't make such funny faces! Anyone wouldthink you were posing."
"Well, I'm not—but this veil—tickles."
"Serves you right for trying to be so stylish."
"It's proper to have a certain amount of style, Alice, dear. I wish Icould induce you to have more of it."
"I have enough, thank you. Let's don't talk dress any more, or we'llhave a tiff before we get to the moving picture studio, and there aresome long and trying scenes ahead of us to-day."
"So there are. I wonder if daddy took his key?"
"Wait, and I'll look on his dresser."
The younger girl went back into the apartment for a moment, while hersister stepped across the corridor and tapped lightly at an oppositedoor.
"Has Russ gone?" she asked the pleasant-faced woman who answered.
"Yes, Ruth. A little while ago. He was going to call for you girls, butI knew you were dressing, for Alice came in to borrow some pins, so Itold him not to wait."
"That's right. We'll see him at the studio."
"You're coming in to supper to-night, you know."
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Dalwood. Daddy wouldn't miss that for anything!" laughedRuth, as she turned to wait for her sister. "Of course he says ourcooking is the best he ever had since poor mamma left us," Ruth wenton, "but I just know he relishes yours a great deal more."
"Oh, you're just saying that, Ruth!" objected the neighbor.
"Indeed I'm not. You should hear him talk, for days afterward, aboutyour clam chowder." She laughed genially.
"Well, he does seem to relish that," admitted Mrs. Dalwood.
"What's that?" asked Alice, as she came out.
"We're speaking of clam chowder, and how fond daddy is of Mrs. Dalwood'srecipe," said Ruth.
"Oh, yes, indeed! I should think he'd be ashamed to look a clam in theface—that is, if a clam has a face," laughed Alice. "It's awfullygood of you, Mrs. Dalwood, to make it for him so often."
"Well, I'm always glad when a man enjoys his meals," declared Mrs.Dalwood, who, being a widow, knew what the lack of proper home lifemeant.
"I'm afraid we're imposing on you," suggested Alice, as she started downthe stairs. "You have us over to tea so often, and we seldom inviteyou."
"Now don't be thinking that, my dear!" exclaimed the neighbor. "I knowwhat it is when you have to pose so much for moving pictures.
"My boy Russ tells me what long hours you put in, and how hard you work.And it's trouble enough to get up a meal these days, and have anythingleft to pay the rent. So I'm only too glad when you can come in andenjoy the victuals with us. I cook too much anyhow, and of late Russseems to have lost his appetite."
"I fancy I know why," laughed Alice, with a roguish glance at hersister.
"Alice!" protested Ruth, in shocked tones. "Don't you dare—"
"I was only going to say that he has not seemed well since coming backfrom Florida—what was the harm in that?" Alice wanted to know.
"Oh!" murmured Ruth. "Do come on," she added, as if she feared herfun-loving sister might say something embarrassing.
"Russ will be better soon, Mrs. Dalwood," Alice called as she and hersister went down the stairway of the apartment house.
"What makes you think so?" asked his mother. "Not but what I'm glad tohear you say that, for really he hasn't eaten at all well lately."
"We're going on the road again, I hear," went on Alice. "The wholemoving picture company is to be taken off somewhere, and a lot of filmsmade. Russ always likes that, and I'm sure his appetite will come backas soon as we start traveling. It always does."
"You are getting to be a close observer," remarked Ruth, with just thehint of sarcasm in her voice. "Oh, Alice, do finish buttoning yourgloves in the house!" she exclaimed. "It looks so careless to go outfussing with them."
"All right, sister mine. Anything to keep peace in the family!" laughedthe younger girl.
Together they went down the street, a charming picture of youth andhappiness.
A little later they entered the studio of the Comet Film Company, aconcern engaged in the business of making moving pictures, from posingthem with actors and actresses, and the suitable "properties," to theleasing of the completed films to the various theaters throughout thecountry.
Alice and Ruth DeVere, of whom you will hear more later, with theirfather, were engaged in this work, and very interesting and profitablethey found it.
As the girls entered the studio they were greeted by a number of otherplayers, and an elderly gentleman, with a bearing and carriage thatrevealed the schooling of many years behind the footlights, cameforward.
"I was just wondering where you were," he said with a smile. His voicewas husky and hoarse, and indicated that he had some throat affection.In fact, that same throat trouble was the cause of Hosmer DeVere beingin moving picture work instead of in the legitimate drama, in which hehad formerly been a leading player.
"We stopped a moment to speak to Mrs. Dalwood," explained Ruth.
"Clam chowder," added Alice, with a laugh. "She's going to have it thisevening, Daddy."
"Good!" he exclaimed, rubbing his hands together in a manner thatindicated gratification. "I was just hungry for some."
"You always seem able to eat that," laughed Alice. "I must learn how tomake it."
"I wish you would!" exclaimed her father, earnestly. "Then when we areon the road I can have some, now and then."
"Oh, you are hopeless!" laughed Alice. "Here is your latch-key, Daddy,"she went on, handing it to him. "You left it on your dresser, and asRuth and I are going shopping when we get through here, I thought youmight want it."