With a glad cry he would have seized her, when she stayed him with lifted hand. Once more she astounded him. Swiftly she threw off sunbonnet, blonde wig, print dress, and stood before him revealed as none other than the Gordon daughter.
Hubert Throckmorton had lost his wager. Slowly, as the light of recognition dawned in his widening eyes, he gathered the beautiful girl into his arms. "Now may I be your leading lady?" she asked.
"My leading lady, not only in my next picture, but for life," he replied.
There was a pretty little scene in which the wager was paid. Merton studied it. Twice again, that evening, he studied it. He was doubtful. It would seem queer to take a girl around the waist that way and kiss her so slowly. Maybe he could learn. And he knew he could already do that widening of the eyes. He could probably do it as well as Parmalee did.
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Back in the Buckeye office, when the Montague girl had returned from her parting with Merton, Baird had said:
"Kid, you've brightened my whole day."
"Didn't I tell you?"
"He's a lot better than you said."
"But can you use him?"
"You can't tell. You can't tell till you try him out. He might be good, and he might blow up right at the start."
"I bet he'll be good. I tell you, Jeff, that boy is just full of acting. All you got to do—keep his stuff straight, serious. He can't help but be funny that way."
"We'll see. To morrow we'll kind of feel him out. He'll see this Parmalee film to-day—I caught it last night—and there's some stuff in it I want to play horse with, see? So I'll start him to-morrow in a quiet scene, and find out does he handle. If he does, we'll go right into some hokum drama
