times the very high…browest sort。 It demands sophistication； a pretty high intelligence in the man that gets it。
〃All right。 Now take your picture public。 Twenty million people every day； not the same ones every day； but with same average cranial index； which is low for all but about seven out of every hundred。 That's natural because there aren't twenty million people in the world with taste or real intelligenceprobably not five million。 Well； you take this twenty million bunch that we sell to every day； and suppose they saw that lovely thing last nightdon't you know they'd all be back to…night to see a real mopping mother with a real son falsely accused of crimesure they'd be back； their heads bloody but unbowed。 Don't worry； that reliable field marshal； old General Hokum； leads an unbeatable army。〃
Merton Gill had listened to the beginning of this harangue； but now he savagely devoured food。 He thought this socalled Governor was too much like Baird。
〃Well； Governor； I hope you're right。 But that was pretty keen stuff last night。 That first bit won't do Parmalee any good； and that Buck Benson stuffyou can't tell me a little more of that wouldn't make Benson look around for a new play。〃
〃But I do tell you just that。 It won't hurt Parmalee a bit； and Benson can go on Bensoning to the end of timeto big money。 You keep forgetting this twenty…million audience。 Go out and buy a picture magazine and read it through； just to remind you。 They want hokum； and pay for it。 Even this thing of Baird's； with all the saving slapstick； is over the heads of a good half of them。 I'll make a bet with you now； anything you name； that it won't gross two thirds as much as Benson's next Western； and in that they'll cry their eyes out when he kisses his horse good…bye。 See if they don't。 Or see if they don't bawl at the next old gray…haired mother with a mop and a son that gets in bad。
〃Why； if you give 'em hokum they don't even demand acting。 Look at our own star； Mercer。 You know as well as I do that she not only can't act； but she's merely a beautiful moron。 In a world where right prevailed she'd be crowned queen of the morons without question。 She may have an idea that two and two make four； but if she has it's only because she believes everything she hears。 And look at the mail she gets。 Every last one of the twenty million has written to tell her what a noble actress she is。 She even believes that。
〃Baird can keep on with the burlesque stuff； but his little old two… reelers'll probably have to pay for it； especially if he keeps those high…priced people。 I'll bet that one new man of his sets him back seven hundred and fifty a week。 The Lord knows he's worth every cent of it。 My boy； tell me； did you ever in all your life see a lovelier imitation of a perfectly rotten actor？ There's an artist for you。 Who is he； anyway？ Where'd he come from？〃 Merton Gill again listened； he was merely affecting to busy himself with a fork。 It was good acting。
〃I don't know；〃 replied Henshaw。 〃Some of the crowd last night said he was just an extra that Baird dug up on the lot here。 And； on the subject of burlesque； they also said Baird was having him do some Edgar Wayne stuff in a new one。〃
〃Fine！〃 The Governor beamed。 〃Can't you see him as the honest； likable country boy？ I bet he'll be good to his old mother in this one； too； and get the best of the city slickers in the end。 For heaven's sake don't let me miss it！ This kid last night handed me laughs that were better than a month's vacation for this old carcass of mine。 You say he was just an extra？〃
〃That's what I heard last night。 Anyway； he's all you say he is as an artist。 Where do you suppose he got it？ Do you suppose he's just the casual genius that comes along from time to time？ And why didn't he stay 'straight' instead of playing horse with the sacred traditions of our art？ That's what troubled me as I watched him。 Even in that wild business with the spurs he was the artist every second。 He must have tricked those falls but I couldn't catch him at it。 Why should such a man tie up with Baird？〃
〃Ask me something hard。 I'd say this bird had been tried out in serious stuff and couldn't make the grade。 That's the way he struck me。 Probably he once thought he could play Hamletone of those boys。 Didn't you get the real pathos he'd turn on now and then？ He actually had me kind of teary a couple of times。 But I could see he'd also make me laugh my head off any time he showed in a straight piece。
〃To begin with； look at that low…comedy face of his。 And then something peculiareven while he's imitating a bad actor you feel somehow that it isn't all imitation。 It's art； I grant you； but you feel he'd still be a bad actor if he'd try to imitate a good one。 Somehow he found out his limits and decided to be what God meant him to be。 Does that answer you？ It gives you acting…plus； and if that isn't the plus in this case I miss my guess。〃
〃I suppose you're rightsomething like that。 And of course the real pathos is there。 It has to be。 There never was a great comedian without it； and this one is great。 I admit that； and I admit all you say about our audience。 I suppose we can't ever sell to twenty million people a day pictures that make any demand on the human intelligence。 But couldn't we sell something better to one million or a few thousand？〃
The Governor dropped his cigarette end into the dregs of his coffee。 〃We might；〃 he said； 〃if we were endowed。 As it is； to make pictures we must make money。 To make money we must sell to the mob。 And the mob reaches full mental bloom at the age of fifteen。 It won't buy pictures the average child can't get。〃
〃Of course the art is in its infancy；〃 remarked Henshaw； discarding his own cigarette。
〃Ours is the Peter Pan of the arts；〃 announced the Governor； as he rose。
〃The Peter Pan of the arts〃
〃Yes。 I trust you recall the outstanding biological freakishness of Peter。〃
〃Oh！〃 replied Henshaw。
When Merton Gill dared to glance up a moment later the men were matching coins at the counter。 When they went out he left a half… eaten meal and presently might have been observed on a swift…rolling street…car。 He mumbled as he blankly surveyed palm…bordered building sites along the way。 He was again rehearsing a tense scene with the Montague girl。 In actor parlance he was giving himself all the best of it。 But they were new lines he mumbled over and over。 And he was no longer eluded by the title of that book he remembered on the library shelf at Simsbury。 Sitting in the cafeteria listening to strange talk； lashed by cruel memories； it had flashed upon his vision with the stark definition of a screened subtitle。 He rang the Montague bell twice before he heard a faint summons to enter。 Upon the parlour couch； under blankets that reached her pillowed head； lay Sarah。 She was pale and seemed to suffer。 She greeted him in a feeble voice； lids fluttering over the fires of that mysterious fever burning far back in her eyes。
〃Hullo； Kid；〃 he began brightly。 〃Here's your watch。〃 Her doubting glance hovered over him as he smiled down at her。 〃You giving it to me again； Merton？〃 She seemed unable to conquer a stubborn incredulity。
〃Of course I'm giving it to you again。 What'd you think I was going to do？〃
She still surveyed him with little veiled glances。 〃You look so bright you give me Kleig eyes；〃 she said。 She managed a wan smile at this。
〃Take it；〃 he insisted； extending the package。 〃Of course it won't keep Western Union time； but it'll look good on you。〃
She appeared to be gaining on her incredulity； but a vestige of it remained。 〃I won't touch it；〃 she declared with more spirit than could have been expected from the perishing； 〃I won't touch it till you give me a good big kiss。〃
〃Sure；〃 he said； and leaned down to brush her pale cheek with his lips。 He was cheerfully businesslike in this ceremony。
〃Not till you do it right；〃 she persisted。 He knelt beside the couch and did it right。 He lingered with a hand upon her pale brow。
〃What you afraid of？〃 he demanded。
〃You；〃 she said； but now she again brought the watch to view； holding it away from her； studying its glitter from various angles。 At last she turned her eyes up to his。 They Were alive but unrevealing。 〃Well？〃
〃Well？〃 he repeated coolly。
〃Oh； stop it！〃 Again there was more energy than the moribund are wont to manifest。 There was even a vigorous impatience in her tone as she went on； 〃You know well enough what I was afraid of。 And you know well enough what I want to hear right now。 Shoot； can't you？〃
He shot。 He stood up； backed away from the couch to where he could conveniently regard its stricken occupant； and shot gaily。
〃Well； it'll be a good lesson to you about me； this thing of your thinking I was fooled over that piece。 I s'pose you and Baird had it between you all the time； right down to the very last； that I thought he was doin' a serious play。 Ho； ho！〃 He laughed gibingly。 It was a masterful laugh。 〃A serious play with a cross…eyed man doing funny stuff all through。 I thought it was serious； did I？ Yes； I did！〃 Again the dry； scornful laugh of superiority。 〃Didn't you people know that I knew what I could do and what I couldn't do？ I should have thought that little thing would of occurred to you all the time。 Didn't you s'pose I knew as well as any one that I got a low…comedy face and couldn't ever make the grade in a serious piece？
〃Of course I know I got real pathoslook how I turned it on a couple o' times in that piece last nightbut even when I'm imitating a bad actor you can see it ain't all acting。 You'd see soon enough I was a bad actor if I tried to imitate a good one。 I guess you'd see that pretty quick。 Didn't you and Baird even s'pose I'd found out my limits and decided to be what God meant me to be？
〃But I got the pathos all right； and you can't name one great comedian that don't need pathos more'n he needs anything else。 He just has to have itand I got it。 I got acting…plus； that's what； I got。 I knew it all the time； and a whole lot of other people knew it last night。 You could hear fifty of 'em talking about it when I came out of the theatre； saying I was an artist and all like that； and a certain Los Angeles society woman that you can be