and she thrilled pleasantly
at the thought.

After luncheon was over, Janet returned to her writing and Helen joined
her beside the pool, stripping the wrapper off a copy of the _Clarion
Times_, which had arrived on the noonday mail.

"Look at this; what nerve!" exclaimed Helen, shoving the front page of
the paper at Janet. She pointed to a story in the center of the page.

Janet stared at the headline with unbelieving eyes.

"LOCAL GIRLS FEATURED IN MOVIE."

Her eyes followed down to the story, which heralded the fact that Cora
Dean and Margie Blake, Clarion girls touring in the west, had been
drafted for roles in a western picture by Billy Fenstow, the famous
director. Janet read on.

"Miss Dean and Miss Blake report that Janet Hardy and Helen Thorne also
have roles in the picture," the story said.

It was then that Janet flushed. She could have told Cora and Margie just
what she thought of them if they had been anywhere within hearing
distance but fortunately for them, perhaps, they were a good many miles
away.

"How do you suppose the _Times_ got that story?" asked Janet, the flush
fading from her cheeks.

"I know," said Helen with emphasis. "Cora wrote to Pete Benda, the city
editor, and gave him all of the information which is in the story.
Imagine her telling him 'that we are also in the picture.' I'm certainly
going to see that 'Water Hole' is shown in the theaters at home. That
will kind of spoil their story."

Janet laughed. "Perhaps Cora and Margie did feel that they had the major
roles. You never can tell what others will think is important."

"It would be a joke on them if the film cutters left out the sequence
they're in," chuckled Helen.

Janet looked at her quickly.

"Don't you suggest that to anyone," she warned.

"I won't," promised Helen.

Janet handed the paper back to her companion and went on with her work.
She spent most of the afternoon at the typewriter and when she was
through, felt that she had done a good day's work. The manuscript would
be ready with only another morning's writing.

Billy Fenstow, dropping in after dinner for a visit with Helen's father
inquired about the story and Janet handed him the first draft of as much
as she had completed.

The little director read it with interest, the lines around his eyes
gathering in little puckers as he skimmed through the typed pages. Janet
almost held her breath through all the time he was reading and she saw
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