ch square, are so magnified that they appear life-size on the
screen.

That, in brief, is how moving pictures are made and shown, but it
tells nothing of the hard work involved, on the part of operators,
and actors and actresses. Often the performers risk their lives to
make a "snappy" film, and many accidents have occurred where daring
men and women took parts with wild beasts in the cast, or dared
serious injury by long jumps.

Ruth and Alice watched their father enact his role. He did it well,
and the girls were gratified to hear Mr. Pertell say from time to
time:

"Good! That's the way to do it! Oh, that's great!"

The play was not a long one, but if it had taken three times the
half-hour it consumed Ruth and Alice would not have been weary.

The last scene had been "filmed" by Russ, who was getting ready to
take his camera to the dark room for development, when there came a
crash from where Mr. Switzer was going through a love scene with Miss
Dixon.

"Look out!" someone called.

There was a sound as of rending, splintering wood.

"Oh!" screamed Miss Dixon.

"Py gracious goodness!" ejaculated Mr. Switzer. "I am caught fast!"

"Oh, what has happened?" gasped Ruth, clinging to Alice.

"It sounded like an explosion!" the latter answered.

"Don't be alarmed," Russ assured them. "It's nothing. Only Switzer
leaned too hard on that fence and it went down with him."

And that was what had happened. Amid the wreckage of the property
fence, which had collapsed with the weight of the German actor, sat
he and Miss Dixon, while the manager, with a gesture of despair
exclaimed:

"That's another scene to be done over."

"I knew that would happen!" observed Pepper Sneed, gloomily.

CHAPTER XIII

MR. DEVERE'S SUCCESS

Amid laughter, now that it was seen that nothing serious had
happened, the wreckage was cleared away, and the German actor, and
his partner in the rural love scene, were assisted to their feet.

"Are you hurt?" asked Mr. Pertell, anxiously, when quiet had in a
measure been restored.

"Only my feelings iss hurted!" replied Mr. Switzer, with an odd look
on his round, fat face. "It iss not seemly und proper dot ven a
feller is telling a nice girl vot he dinks of her, dot he should be
upset head ofer heels alretty yet; ain't it?"

"It certainly is," agreed Miss Dixon, a little spasm of pain flitting
across her face as she limped to one side.

"Oh, dear, I hope you're not hurt!" exclaim