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Alice and Ruth DeVere both win roles in a movie about a shipwreck. Once the crew heads out to sea to film on location, several real sailors are hired as extras. One of them, Jack Jepson, seems to harbor a dark secret. Can the DeVere sisters figure it out before the entire cast is put in jeopardy?

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 décembre 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781776675159
Langue	English

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THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS AT SEA
OR, A PICTURED SHIPWRECK THAT BECAME REAL
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LAURA LEE HOPE

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The Moving Picture Girls at Sea Or, A Pictured Shipwreck that Became Real First published in 1915 Epub ISBN 978-1-77667-515-9 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77667-516-6 © 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 Great Marine Film Chapter II - Jack Jepson Chapter III - Something of a Mystery Chapter IV - The Sailor's Story Chapter V - The Mary Ellen Chapter VI - Captain Brisco Chapter VII - Jepson is Worried Chapter VIII - Hard Work Chapter IX - The Rising Tide Chapter X - Too Much Realism Chapter XI - A Revised Film Chapter XII - Overheard Chapter XIII - "All Aboard!" Chapter XIV - Overboard Chapter XV - "Sail Ho!" Chapter XVI - The Accusation Chapter XVII - The Storm Chapter XVIII - Grinding Away Chapter XIX - Disabled Chapter XX - In the Vortex Chapter XXI - Wrecked Chapter XXII - "Mutiny!" Chapter XXIII - Help at Last Chapter XXIV - A Signal of Distress Chapter XXV - Clear Skies
Chapter I - The Great Marine Film
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"Well, at last a breathing period, Ruth. Oh, I am surely tired!" and thegirl threw herself on the couch, without stopping to remove her lightjacket and hat. Her head sank wearily on a cushion.
"Oh, Alice! Be careful! Look out!" exclaimed the other occupant of thepleasant little room, a room made habitable by the articles of tastefuladornment in it, rather than by the location of the apartment, or theplace itself. There was a "homey" air about it.
"I'm too tired to look out, or even look in," was the answer, as theyounger girl closed her eyes. Truly she seemed much "fagged," and wornout.
"But, Alice, dear—your hat!"
"It doesn't matter, Ruth. Please let me rest. I thought we'd never gethome."
"But it isn't your old hat, Alice, and—"
"It's an old hat from now on!" broke in the younger girl, not openingher eyes. "It's spoiled anyhow. Some of the water from that parlorscene, where Mr. Bunn upset the globe of gold fish, splashed on it, andthe spots never will come out."
"Oh, Alice, is your hat spoiled?"
"It doesn't matter. Mr. Pertell is going to buy me a new one. He said itwas up to the company to do that, especially as I did so well in thatburning room scene the other day. There!" and the girl on the couchraised her small fist and plumped it full on the crown of the chiclittle toque she was wearing.
"Alice DeVere!" cried her sister, aghast.
"Ruth DeVere—Lady Clarissa—Señorita Alamondi! Whatever you like, onlylet me—alone! I've posed and acted and otherwise contorted myselfbefore at least five thousand feet of film today, and I'm not going tobe disturbed now, just for the sake of a hat that is as good as paid foranyhow, so 'please go 'way and let me sleep,'" and Alice murmured thechorus of a once popular song.
Ruth sighed. Somehow, looking at her gentle and refined face, oneunderstood that a sigh, from her, was the only possible answer under thecircumstances. Not that the girl on the couch, with closed eyes, wasunrefined. But there was a wholesome air of good health about her thatcaused one to think of a "jolly good fellow," rather than a girl whoneeded to be helped on and off trolley cars.
"You are tired," commented Ruth, after a pause. "Shall I make you acup of tea, dear? Or we could go over to Mrs. Dalton's, if you like. Youknow she told us always to come in when we came from the theatre, andhave tea."
"No, dear, thank you. It's awfully good of you to offer, but I don'twant you to trouble. I'll be all right in a few minutes. I just want torest."
"It was a tiresome day; wasn't it, dear?"
"I should say so, 'and then—some,' as Russ would say."
"You shouldn't quote Russ when he uses slang," was the older girl'srebuke.
"Can't help it, Ruth. That just seemed to fit. But you can't feel sovery rested yourself. You had some heavy parts today."
"Oh, I don't mind. I really was in love with that role of Lady Clarissa.I always did like English plays, anyhow."
"Well, we are getting more than our share of them this season. I wishMr. Pertell would swing to a good American drama again. Say, didn't wehave fun at Rocky Ranch?" and as she asked this some of the wearinessseemed to slip off Alice as a discarded garment is let fall. She sat up,her eyes flashing with fun, and her cheeks that had been pale were nowsuffused with a heightened color.
"Yes, we did have fun," assented Ruth. "But it was hard work,too,—especially when that prairie fire came a little too close forcomfort."
"That was rather scary," assented Alice. "But it was outdoors, andthat was what I love. Oh, I can just smell that wonderful air yet!" andshe breathed in a long breath. A look of annoyance passed over her face,and she made a gesture of disapproval, "wrinkling" her nose.
"They're having corned beef and cabbage again downstairs," she said,pointing to the apartment below them.
"Well, they have a right to it," Ruth said, with a tolerant smile.
"Not when daddy hates it so," disagreed Alice. "Come on, let's make acup of tea. And is there any cheese?"
"Cheese?"
"Yes," the younger girl went on. "I'm going to make a Welsh rarebit.Daddy just adores them, and the smell of the toast will take away theodor of that cabbage. Is there any cheese?"
"I think so. But I thought you were tired."
"I was, but I guess thinking of the moving picture days at Rocky Ranchacted as a tonic. I'm rested now. There!"
She tossed the hat, which she had so mistreated, on a chair, slipped offher jacket and started for the kitchen.
"I think there is some cheese," went on Ruth, following her youngersister. "But don't make the rarebit as you did last time. It was sotough that Russ said it would do very well to half sole his rubberboots."
"That was because I put the milk in too suddenly. I won't do it that waythis time. Come on, we'll get up a nice little tea for daddy. He's sureto be tired also. They had to film that big scene of the accusation overthree times before Mr. Pertell was satisfied."
"Is that so? I didn't know that, I was so busy with that English play.Then father will be late."
"A little. He said he'd follow us in about an hour, though. So we'lljust about have it ready in time. Did Russ come out with you?"
"No," and though she uttered but this simple word the cheeks of Ruthtook on a more ruddy hue.
"I saw Pearl waiting for him," went on Alice. "But—"
"You did?" cried Ruth, and then she added quickly: "Oh, I mean I supposehe had to go with her to film that scene in Central Park, near thelion's cage."
"Don't get jealous now," teased Alice. "I said Pearl waited for him,but, she is—still waiting, I guess."
"What do you mean?"
Ruth tried to appear indifferent, but it was not an unqualified success.
"I mean that Russ got one of the other camera men to take his place, andgo out with Miss Pennington," said Alice with a laugh as she begancutting the bread in thin slices for toast.
"But Russ—"
"He went up town. He told me to tell you he thought he could get thatbook you spoke of."
"Oh, I didn't want him to go to all that trouble!" remonstrated Ruth,looking at her sister, and then suddenly averting her gaze.
"Guess he doesn't call much trouble where you are concerned," saidAlice significantly, cutting up some chunks of cheese which she put in adouble boiler with some lumps of butter. "He said if you wanted a bookto give you some of the details of the country, where that English playwas supposed to take place, you were going to have it."
"It's awfully good of him," murmured Ruth. "I just casually mentionedthat I'd like to know something about the people of that section, and heoffered to get a book he had once heard of. But I didn't want him tomake such a fuss over it."
"La-la-la!" chanted Alice, about nothing in particular.
The girls busied themselves getting tea. The kettle was soon singing onthe gas stove, the crisp odor of toast had replaced the heavier one ofcabbage, and the rarebit was almost ready to serve, when a step washeard out in the hall of the apartment house where the DeVere family hadtheir New York home.
"There's daddy!" exclaimed Alice.
"And just in time," added Ruth, as she poured the boiling water on thetea, adding to the fragrant food perfumes that now filled the apartment.
The key clicked in the lock, the door opened, and a rather imposingfigure of a man entered, laying aside his hat and light overcoat, forthe Spring day was a bit chilly.
"Hello, Daddy!" called Alice, putting up her face to be kissed, as shecame in from the kitchen with a plate of delicately browned toast."You're just in time. And it's such a lovely rarebit!"
"That's good, my dear."
"Oh, Father, how hoarse you are!" cried Ruth. "Is your throat badagain?"
"Well, this harbor dampness isn't just the best medicine for it. But Ishall spray it, and it will be better."
He sank somewhat wearily into a chair as he spoke, and Ruth glided overto him.
"Daddy," she said, "you look worried. Has anything happened? Is anythingwrong at the moving picture studio?"
"No, nothing wrong, but—"
It was evident that something out of the usual had occurred. Evenlight-hearted Alice sensed it.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing so much," her father said in weary tones. "I suppose Ishouldn't make such a fuss over it. But Mr. Pertell has finally decidedto film the great marine drama, and that means we shall have to go outon the water, more or less. And with my sore throat that isn't just