He had been rescued from death by starvation, but had anything more
than this come about? Had he not fed upon the charity of a strange
girl, taking her money without seeing ways to discharge the debt?
How could he ever discharge it? Probably before this she had begun
to think of him as a cheat. She had asked him to come to the lot,
but had been vague as to the purpose. Probably his ordeal of
struggle and sacrifice was not yet over. At any rate, he must find a
job that would let him pay back the borrowed twenty-five dollars.
He would meet her as she had requested, assure her of his honest
intentions, and then seek for work. He would try all the emporiums
in Hollywood. They were numerous and some one of them would need the
services of an experienced assistant. This plan of endeavour
crystallized as he made his way to the Holden lot. He had brought
his package of stills, but only because the girl had insisted on
seeing them.
The Countess made nothing of letting him in. She had missed him, she
said, for what seemed like months, and was glad to hear that he now
had something definite in view, because the picture game was mighty
uncertain and it was only the lucky few nowadays that could see
something definite.
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