to the box office for a better seat. Then
the Kid starts backin' friend Brown-Smith all over the place, shootin'
lefts and rights at him so fast that I bet he thought it was rainin'
wallops. He begins to register yellah--he gazes around wildly at
Genaro and Genaro reaches for the whistle so's Brown-Smith can quit,
but Miss Vincent sees him reach for it and she knocks it out of his
hand! Genaro looks hard at her and yells to the camera men to keep
turnin' the cranks. Potts starts over, stops, shakes his shoulders and
turns his back.

Then the Kid tips back Brown-Smith's head with a lightnin' right hook
and drops him with a left to the jaw.

They stopped the cameras and everybody give a hand in bringin' the
dashin' Brown-Smith back to the Golden West again. Everybody but me,
the Kid and Miss Vincent. The Kid walks over to Potts and stares at
him.

"Well," he says. "I guess I'm through after that, eh?"

Potts slaps him on the back.

"Hardly!" he grins. "That was the greatest piece of acting I ever saw
before a camera!"

Genaro runs up and grabs the Kid's hand.

"Wonderful!" he hollers. "Magnificenta! You are what you calla the
true artiste, Meester Kid Scanlan! That picture she will be the talka
of the country! She'sa maka me famous!"

"Yeh?" says the Kid. He turns to me and waves over to where
Brown-Smith is recognizin' relatives and close friends. "That guy has
an awful good left!" he says. He thinks for a minute. "D'ye know," he
goes on, "that hick was _tryin'_, at that!"

I see Miss Vincent talkin' to Potts and all of a sudden he throws up
his hands and stares over at Brown-Smith.

"What?" he hollers. "Impossible!"

Then he slaps his hands together and laughs out loud.

"Oh!" he says, holdin' his sides. "This is too much! Ha, ha, ha!"

"What's the joke?" I asks Miss Vincent.

"It's more of a tragedy!" she says, kinda hysterical like she was glad
it was all over. "That man is no more Brown-Smith than you are. He's
Albert Ellington LaRue, who five years ago was the biggest moving
picture leading man in the country! Why, he got hundreds of letters
every day from poor, foolish little girls who grew dizzy watching him
foil villains in five reels a week. He inherited some money--quite a
lot, I believe, and suddenly vanished from the screen, turning up as
Brown-Smith here last year. But he simply could not resist the call of
his vanity to come back once more as the dashing hero of th