, and make-up shows very
plainly on the screen. Of course, eyes are often darkened and lips
rouged a bit to make them appear to better advantage. Even the men make
up a little but not much. For close-up views, though, where the faces
are more than life size, artistic make-up is very essential. The camera,
in this case, is a magnifying glass, and the most peach-blow complexion
would look coarse unless slightly powdered.

"We'll be all right if we don't get a puncture," said Hal.

No sooner were these words out of his mouth than there came a hiss of
escaping air.

"There she goes!" cried Paul. "Stop, Russ!"

"No, we haven't time. I'm going to keep on. It's better to get in on the
rims and cut a shoe to ribbons than to spoil the film."

They sped along in spite of the flat tire. And it was well they did, for
Mr. Pertell was anxiously waiting for his players when they arrived at
Oak Farm.

"You cut it pretty fine," was his only comment. "Don't do it again. Now
get ready for that skirmish scene."

This was one little incident in the big war play. In it Ruth and Alice
were to be shown driving along a country road. There was to be an alarm,
and a body of Confederate cavalry was to encounter one of the outposts
of the Union army. There was to be a skirmish and a fight, and the Union
men were to be driven off, leaving some dead and wounded. The girls,
though shocked, were to look after the wounded.

All was in readiness. The soldiers, some drawn from the newly-arrived
National Guards, were posted in their respective places. Lieutenant
Varley was to play the part of one of the wounded Unionists.

"All ready--come on with the carriage!" called Mr. Pertell to Ruth and
Alice, who were waiting out of range of the camera. They had rehearsed
the direction they were to take. "Go on!" called the director to Russ.
"Camera!"

The grinding of the film began, and Ruth and Alice acted their parts as
they drove along in the old-fashioned equipage. Suddenly, in front of
them the bushes crackled.

"There they come!" cried Ruth, pulling back the horses as called for in
the play. "The soldiers!"

But instead of a band of men in blue breaking out on the road, there
came a herd of cows, that rushed at the carriage, while the horses
reared up and began to back.

"Stop the camera! Stop that! Cut that out!" frantically cried Mr.
Pertell through his megaphone. "Hold back those men!" he added to his
assistant who had signaled for the Con