Worried her people
too. Her father's able to give her a good home, and I'm expecting to
take that job off his hands in about a year. But girls are queer. She
wanted to try it awfully."

It developed that he had gone to her folks about it, and they'd offered
her a vacation with some of her school friends in Glacier Park.

"It's pretty wild out there," he went on, "and we felt that the air, and
horseback riding and everything, would make her forget the movies. I
hope so. She's there now. But she's had the bug pretty hard. Got so she
was always posing, without knowing it."

But he was hopeful that she would be cured, and said she was to meet him
at the station.

"She's an awfully nice girl, you understand," he finished. "It's only
that this thing got hold of her and needed driving out."

Well, we were watching when the train drew in at Glacier Park Station,
and she was there. She was a very pretty girl, and it was quite touching
to see him look at her. But Aggie observed something and remarked on it.

"She's not as glad to see him as he is to see her," she said. "He was
going to kiss her, and she moved back."

In the crowd we lost sight of them, but that evening, sitting in the
lobby of the hotel, we saw Mr. Bell wandering round alone. He looked
depressed, and Aggie beckoned to him.

"How is everything?" she asked. "Is the cure working?"

He dropped into a chair and looked straight ahead.

"Not so you could notice it!" he said bitterly. "Would you believe that
there's a moving-picture outfit here, taking scenes in the park?"

"No!"

"There is. They've taken two thousand feet of her already, dressed like
an Indian," he said in a tone of suppressed fury. "It makes me sick. I
dare say if we tied her in a well some fool would lower a camera on a
rope."

Just at that moment she sauntered past us with a reddish-haired young
man. Mr. Bell ignored her, although I saw her try to catch his eye.

"That's the moving-picture man with her," he said in a low, violent tone
when they had passed. "Name's Oliver." He groaned. "He's told her she
ought to go in for the business. She'd be a second Mary Pickford! I'd
like to kill him!" He rose savagely and left us.

We spent the night in the hotel at the park entrance, and I could not
get to sleep. Tish was busy engaging a guide and going over our
supplies, and at eleven o'clock Aggie came into my room and sat down on
the bed.

"I can't sleep, Lizzie," she said. "That poor Mr