ard at a country home, fell in love with
the daughter of the house through teaching her some roles from
Shakespeare's plays, several characters of which Mr. Bunn himself was
to assume.

All was ready for the first part of the play, and Russ began filming
the initial scene, where the actor comes up the gravel walk leading
to the Apgar farmhouse. Mr. Bunn had given his silk hat an extra
brushing, and it glistened bravely in the sun. To make the scene
contain a little more life, Mr. Pertell had stationed Mr. Switzer at
one of the front flower beds, with a garden hose to spray the blooms.

Up the walk came the actor, grave and dignified. Russ was grinding
away at the handle of the moving picture camera.

Suddenly a dog wormed his way in under the hedge from the road, and,
probably meaning no mischief, ran for Mr. Switzer, barking joyously,
and leaping about.

"Hi dere! Look out, you! Don't you nip my legs!" cried the German. He
sprang to one side, and, naturally, forgot all about the spurting
hose he held.

In an instant the stream was directed full at Mr. Bunn, deluging him
with water, which descended in a shower on his precious silk hat, the
drops falling from the brim copiously.

"Here! What--what do you mean? You--you----" began the Shakespearean
actor, and then his words were muffled, for the stream from the hose
struck him full in the mouth!

CHAPTER VIII

IN THE OLD BARN

"Quick, Russ! Get that!" cried Mr. Pertell, with a laugh. "Don't miss
a single motion."

"Do you mean it?" cried the astonished operator. He had ceased, for a
moment, to grind on the handle, for he supposed the scene was
spoiled.

"Surely I mean it!" cried the manager. "I'll change this and make a
comic film of it. Go on, Switzer. Soak him some more! Use that hose
for all its worth!"

"Vot! You means dot I vet him all ofer?"

"Certainly I do. Wet him well!"

"I--I protest! I shall not permit----" began Wellington Bunn, but
again he was silenced by the volume of water in his mouth. He waved
his arms about wildly. He took off his silk hat, probably intending
to protect it, but Mr. Switzer had now fully entered into the spirit
of the affair, and sent a stream into the hat, filling it as he would
a pail.

"Oh, this is awful! This is terrible! I must protest----"

Swish! went the water into his mouth again, and his protest was
silenced.

"Go on!" encouraged Mr. Pertell. "This is great! This will make a
fine comic film. S