ain saw Mr. Judson
Bane to speak to. As she sat upon the thwart of the old skiff where
Washy Gallup had mended his net, the handsome leading man of the
picture company strolled by.

Bane certainly made a picturesque fisherman, whether he looked much
like the native breed or not. An open-air studio had been arranged on
the beach below the Bozewell bungalow, and Louise could see a director
trying to give a number of actors his idea of what a group of fishermen
mending their nets should look like.

"He should engage old Washy Gallup to give color to the group," Louise
said to Bane, laughing.

"Anscomb is having his own troubles with that bunch," sighed the
leading man. "Some of them never saw a bigger net before than one to
catch minnows. Do you sail in this sloop I see coming across from the
millionaire's villa, Miss Grayling?"

"Yes," Louise replied. "Mr. Tapp is kind enough to take us fishing."

"You are, then, one of these fortunate creatures," and Bane's sweeping
gesture indicated that he referred to the occupants of the cottages set
along the bluff above The Beaches, "who toil not, neither do they spin.
I fancied you might be one of us. Rather, I've heard that down here."

"That surmise gained coinage when I first arrived at Cardhaven," Louise
said, dimpling. "I did nothing to discourage the mistake, and I
presume Gusty Durgin still believes I pose before the camera."

"Gusty has aspirations that way herself," chuckled Bane. "She is a
character."

"I wonder what kind of screen actress I would make?"

He smiled down at her rather grimly. "The kind the directors call the
appealing type, I fancy, Miss Grayling. Though I have no doubt you
would do much better than most. Making big eyes at a camera is the
limit of art achieved by many of our feminine screen stars. I do not
expect to put in a very pleasant summer amid my present surroundings."

"Oh, then you are here for more than one picture."

"Several, if the weather proves propitious. I shall play the fisherman
hero, or the villain, until my manager has my new play ready in the
fall. Believe me, Miss Grayling, I am not in love with this picture
drama. But when one is offered for his resting season half as much
again as he can possibly earn during the run of a legitimate Broadway
production he must not be blamed for accepting the contract. We all
bow to the power of gold."

Louise, whose gaze was fixed upon the approaching sloop, smiled. S