heavenly censors without mutilation, and when the censors had done with
this one there remained not even the mutilation. However, the author
read it to the old soul.

"That is a fine scenario," cried she to Gud, "but you will have to make
a director to make the picture out of the scenario."

So Gud made a director. He had never made one before but they are easily
made, as they can be made out of most anything.

"Well, I see we have the scenario," remarked the director, when Gud had
finished making him, "but it hasn't the proper ending."

"I am sorry," said the author, "but I didn't write a proper ending as I
knew you would use your own anyway."

"I know his ending," cried the ugly old soul, "and it is very
beautiful--it's the one where--"

"Shut up, you old fool," bawled the director, "don't you know you will
spoil the suspense by telling the audience how it is going to end?"

"But in this case we have a real plot," said the author, "and it ought
not to be mutilated--"

"Shut up, you conceited pup," howled the director, "and here, take your
scenario and have it printed if you like. I don't need it anyway."

And so the author took the scenario and folded it and put it in his
inside pocket and walked away, inhaling angrily on his last cigarette.

"Now," spoke the director, "as that infernal ass is gone we can get
busy."

"What can I do?" asked Gud.

"Make the cast for me, pick out the sets and rig the props. But first I
must have six beautiful girls. It is going to be an all-star cast and I
want each of them as beautiful as she can be, yet distinctive, so the
audience can tell which is which."

So Gud made six girls, all as beautiful as they could be, and yet all as
different as wives are from concubines.

"Fine," exclaimed the director, as he pawed them over affectionately.

"I love you," said the girl with the Cupid's bow mouth.

"I loved him first," spoke the girl with the sorrowful eyes.

"But I love him most," cried the girl with the angel-child curls.

"But I love him like the flower loves the dew," wailed the girl with the
human form divine.

"But I love him so that I could die for him," sobbed the girl with the
very tender heart.

"Then die," shrieked the old-fashioned vampire, as she plunged a dagger
into the very tender heart.

All the girls brought orange blossoms and laid them on the coffin and
wept much in each other's arms, and the director renounced his
professional ambitions and