ldn't get past till they got away and if they'd ever seen
me, I guess Joe would have bought a gun. Finally, they break, Gladys
pushin' Joe away and holdin' him off.

"You've got to promise me you'll stop lyin' and four-flushin'!" she
tells him. "Tell the truth and don't kid yourself that you'd have been
President, if you hadn't been jobbed. That stuff is poor and will get
you nowheres. Make good and you won't have to tell anybody about
it--it'll be in the papers! As far as I can see, the best thing about
you right now is ME! If you can't get over with _that_, I'll see that
you do!"

"We'll get married to-night!" yelps Joe. "There's a minister in Film
City and--"

"Don't crowd me!" interrupts Gladys, lettin' herself be kissed. "Do
you promise?"

"Anything!" grins Joe.

"Just what _are_ you supposed to do in this picture?" she asks him.

"Fall off a horse!" says Joe.

"Is that all?" asks Gladys.

Joe nods.

"Well," Gladys tells him, "you won't do it! I don't want no crippled
bridegroom at my weddin'. Now listen to me! If you could _write_ that
stuff you've been wastin' on the air around here, you ought to make a
pretty good press agent. Mr. Potts, the man who owns the company and
the fellow you or your father _never_ palled around with, has a man on
his payroll named Struther. He's head of what they call the publicity
department, it says so on ten of his cards I have. He once claimed
he'd do anything for me in such a loud voice that the floorwalker had
to speak to him. I'm goin' over to the office now and ask him to give
you a job back in New York. To be perfectly truthful with you, that's
what I came over here for to-day in the first place!"

"But--but," stammers Joe. "I can't have you asking favors for me,
Gladys, and--and, why New York?"

"Because," she says, "that's where I come from, and I want to look at
it again--I'm simply crazy to yell down a dumbwaiter and throw a
quarter in my own gas meter!"

Well--that's about all. They had a big weddin' right in the middle of
Film City and everybody sent in and bought 'em a present. Potts got a
flash at Gladys, moans regretfully and has the ceremony filmed, givin'
the result to Joe as a special gift. Of course Gladys got Joe that
job. That dame could have got frankfurters and sourkraut in Buckingham
Palace! Before they left for New York, I tried Joe out.

"It'll be terrible here, when you're gone!" I says, "because you know
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