The Moving Picture Girls at Sea

Or

A Pictured Shipwreck That Became Real

BY LAURA LEE HOPE

ILLUSTRATED

THE WORLD SYNDICATE PUBLISHING CO.

CLEVELAND, O NEW YORK, N. Y.

Copyright, 1915, by

GROSSET & DUNLAP

Printed in the United States of America

by

THE COMMERCIAL BOOKBINDING CO. CLEVELAND, O.

CHAPTER                         PAGE

I     The Great Marine Film   1

II     Jack Jepson   10

III     Something of a Mystery   21

IV     The Sailor's Story   28

V     The Mary Ellen   36

VI     Captain Brisco   45

VII     Jepson is Worried   53

VIII     Hard Work   60

IX     The Rising Tide   68

X     Too Much Realism   76

XI     A Revised Film   87

XII     Overheard   94

XIII     "All Aboard!"   104

XIV     Overboard   114

XV     "Sail Ho!"   123

XVI     The Accusation   133

XVII     The Storm   141

XVIII     Grinding Away   149

XIX     Disabled   158

XX     In the Vortex   165

XXI     Wrecked   172

XXII     "Mutiny!"   182

XXIII     Help at Last   188

XXIV     A Signal of Distress   200

XXV     Clear Skies   206

CHAPTER I

THE GREAT MARINE FILM

"Well, at last a breathing period, Ruth. Oh, I am surely tired!" and the girl threw herself on the couch, without stopping to remove her light jacket and hat. Her head sank wearily on a cushion.

"Oh, Alice! Be careful! Look out!" exclaimed the other occupant of the pleasant little room, a room made habitable by the articles of tasteful adornment in it, rather than by the location of the apartment, or the place itself. There was a "homey" air about it.

"I'm too tired to look out, or even look in," was the answer, as the younger girl closed her eyes. Truly she seemed much "fagged," and worn out.

"But, Alice, dear—your hat!"

"It doesn't matter, Ruth. Please let me rest. I thought we'd never get home."

"But it isn't your old hat, Alice, and——"

"It's an old hat from now on!" broke in the younger girl, not opening her eyes. "It's spoiled anyhow. Some of the water from that parlor scene, where Mr. Bunn upset the globe of gold fish, splashed on it, and the spots never will come out."

"Oh, Alice, is your hat spoiled?"

"It doesn't matter. Mr. Pertell is going to buy me a new one. He said it was up to the company to do that, especially as I did so well in that burning room scene the other day. There!" and the girl on the couch raised her small fist and plumped it full on the crown of the chic little toque she was wearing.

"Alice DeVere!" cried her sister, aghast.

"Ruth DeVere—Lady Clarissa—Señorita Alamondi! Whatever you like, only let me—alone! I've posed and acted and otherwise contorted myself before at least five thousand feet of film today, and I'm not going to be disturbed now, just for the sake of