"No regular job for you, old Pippin--nothing but acting
all over the place--real acting that people come miles to see."
"Do you think I can really get a part?" Perhaps the creature had
something definite in view for him.
"Sure you can get a part! Yesterday morning I simply walked into a
part for you. Come along over to the office with me. Goody--I see
you brought the stills. I'll take a peek at 'em myself before Baird
gets here." "Baird? Not the Buckeye comedy man?" He was chilled by a
sudden fear.
"Yes, Jeff Baird. You see he is going to do some five--reelers and
this first one has a part that might do for you. At least, I told
him some things about you, and he thinks you can get away with it."
He went moodily at her side, thinking swift thoughts. It seemed
ungracious to tell her of his loathing for the Buckeye comedies,
those blasphemous caricatures of worth-while screen art. It would
not be fair. And perhaps here was a quick way to discharge his debt
and be free of obligation to the girl. Of course he would always
feel a warm gratitude for her trusting kindness, but when he no
longer owed her money he could choose his own line of work.
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