t, barely interrupting the smooth flow of her story, nodded.

"Preview's tonight at the Bijou after the regular feature. Curt Newsom
stopped to tell us."

"Then you'd better stop writing now. You've been at it steadily for more
than hour. You want to feel peppy tonight when we go to see the
preview."

Janet finished the paragraph and pulled the sheet of copy from the
machine. She had written eight pages and the top and bottom margins were
narrow. She wanted to keep on writing, but knew that Helen's advice was
sound. She wanted to be rested enough to enjoy "Water Hole," to see
herself, for probably the only time in her life, as the leading lady of
a motion picture.

They met Billy Fenstow at the box office and he handed them tickets for
a few seats which had been reserved for his friends.

"Nervous?" he asked Janet.

"A little. How is it?"

"Wait and see. Here comes Mr. Rexler."

The girls turned in time to see the taciturn general manager of the Ace
studio stride into the lobby. Close behind him was Helen's father. Janet
felt her heart sink. Here was the chief of the studio on hand to
pronounce final judgment on the picture. But Bill Fenstow seemed
unperturbed and she forced herself to be calm.

They all went in together. The feature was a south sea love drama
produced by a rival studio and it was typical program picture with
nothing to make it outstanding in interest.

Then the picture they had been waiting for flashed on the screen.
"'Water Hole,' directed by Billy Fenstow, starring Curt Newsom and
produced by the Ace Motion Picture Corp." Then came the credits for the
story, photography, etc., and finally the cast of characters with Curt's
name at the top. Janet felt her heart stop for one breathless moment,
Her name--_Janet Hardy_--was the second in the cast and directly under
that was Helen's.

Then the picture zoomed away to a fast start with the action that always
characterized a Billy Fenstow production. Janet tried to be critical,
but she couldn't help enjoying the picture and her voice didn't sound so
terribly bad as it came out of the loudspeakers.

The picture ended all too suddenly. The house lights came up and Janet
found herself staring at the others, waiting for their verdict.

Rexler was the first to speak. He leaned over and tapped Billy Fenstow
on the shoulder.

"Nice show, Billy. Got the girl signed up?"

Billy turned to Janet.

"How about it; want to sign a contract to stay with