Janet Hardy in Hollywood

by John Henry Goldfrap

  _Chapter XII_ ON THE STAGE

  Henry Thorne was the first passenger to alight from the east-bound plane.Tall, well-built, with a close-clipped mustache and iron gray hair thatcurled a bit around his temples, he was a man's man.

  Helen threw her arms around her father and he gave her a tremendous hug.

  "Golly, I'm glad to see you, hon," he said. "Where's mother?"

  "She's coming. She couldn't run as fast as I," explained Helen,breathless with excitement.

  Mrs. Thorne, her face flushed with happiness over her husband's comingarrived and they embraced affectionately.

  Then Mr. Thorne saw John Hardy and Janet and her mother.

  "Say, this is great of you to come over. I feel like a visitingcelebrity, or something."

  "You're very much a celebrity," smiled Janet.

  "Not to you," he replied. "Well, let's start home. I've only this lighttraveling bag."

  "Does that mean you won't be able to stay long?" asked Helen anxiously.

  "I should say it doesn't. I can live for six months out of a travelingbag. Oh, of course, I wouldn't look like Beau Brummell, but I'd beacceptable in average circles."

  The Thornes occupied the back seat and Janet and her mother sat in front.The big car purred smoothly and Janet's father sent it humming away onthe trip back to Clarion.

  Janet got only snatches of the conversation that was going on in the rearseat. She was anxious to listen, but it wouldn't have been very polite tohave done so obviously. Anyway, Helen would tell her most of the news thenext day.

  From the few remarks she overheard, she realized that Henry Thorne wasexceedingly happy to be home, and that the last year had been a straineven though all of his pictures had been money makers.

  The lights of Clarion were in sight when he leaned forward and spoke toJanet's father.

  "Get any worms located, John?"

  "Plenty of them and right in my own back yard. You can dig to yourheart's content."

  "How about the fishing?"

  "I haven't tried it myself, but the boys say there are lots of bullheadsin Indian creek. Remember it?"

  "I'll never forget the time we were hunting rabbits and walked across theice of the creek. It wasn't frozen thick enough and we dropped throughinto water waist deep. Going home was the longest, coldest walk I've evertaken."

  "It wasn't very pleasant," nodded Janet's father. "Did you hear about theexperience of the girls?"

  "Haven't read a paper for weeks. I've been going day and night on retakesfor the last picture. What happened?"

  They slowed down for the edge of Clarion and Janet's father, briefly andvividly, recounted the events of that harrowing night in the storm andbitter cold of Little Deer valley.

  "I should have known about this," said Henry Thorne quietly. "Why didn'tsomeone wire me?"

  "I thought of it," said Helen's mother, "but it all happened so quickly.Then, after the girls were safe at home I thought wiring you would onlyprove disturbing and I knew you were going to the limit of your strengthand endurance anyway."

  "Perhaps you're right," he conceded, sinking back in the rear seat. "My,but it's great to be home."

  John Hardy swung the car into the drive and they rolled up the grade tothe porch.

  "Pity you couldn't take a man to his own door," chided his friend.

  "All right, I will if you want to miss the lunch that's waiting."

  They bantered good naturedly, for John Hardy and Henry Thorne had beencompanions since boyhood. Now their correspondence was haphazard andinfrequent, but each anticipated their visits together.

  Janet hastened to the kitchen to help her mother with the lunch, placingthe delicious, thinly cut sandwiches on a large silver platter. There wasa heap of them, but it was late and they were all hungry.

  Her mother stopped halfway to the dining room, a stricken look appearingon her face.

  "I completely forgot to stop on the way home and get ice cream."

  Janet looked at the clock. It was 1:15 a. m.

  "I'm afraid it's too late to find any place near here open. We'll makeout anyway with sandwiches, cheese wafers and tea."

  "There's some chocolate cake left over from yesterday," said her mother.

  "Then I'll put that on. We'll have plenty."

  They bustled about and almost before they knew it Janet was out on theporch announcing that lunch was ready.

  The Hardys sat on one side of the table and the Thornes on the other, theconversation shifting back and forth. The pile of sandwiches dwindledrapidly, tea cups were refilled two and three times and Henry Thorne wasnoticed taking at least two slices of the thick, delicious chocolatecake. John Hardy accused him of taking three slices, but this he deniedstrenuously.

  "If I'm to be accused of eating three slices of cake, I'm going home," heannounced. "And I won't be back until there's more cake."

  "I'll get up early and bake a fresh one. It will be ready by noon," saidJanet's mother.

  "That'll be just about the time I'm getting up. Come on folks. We've gotto get some sleep tonight."

  Goodnights were said quickly and with Henry Thorne in the lead, thevisitors departed for their home.

  Janet helped her mother clear away the dishes. It was too late to washthem and they were hastily stacked in the sink.

  "How do you think Henry looks?" asked John Hardy coming into the kitchen.

  "He's too tired and looks like he's been going on nervous energy forsimply days," replied Janet's mother.

  "I got the same impression. If we can manage to make him forget thatstrenuous business of his, of making successful motion pictures he'll beable to build himself up."

  "He'll find plenty to interest himself in the graduation program," saidMrs. Hardy, "and if you take him on some fishing and loafing expeditionsalong the creek he'll get a fine chance to relax."

  "Unless they send a rush call from the coast for him to return at oncelike they did a year ago just after he had settled down to a finevacation. Well, staying up and talking doesn't help the situation. Scootfor bed, Janet. It's a good thing you aren't in the class play, what withkeeping such late hours as this."

  Up until the afternoon of the play Janet saw very little of Helen'sfather. He was over to the house once, but Helen informed her that he hadbeen sleeping and taking long drives around the countryside with hermother.

  "They have so very much to visit about," explained Helen, who was wornthin by the strain of the last rehearsals. The night before it had beenmidnight before they rang down the curtain. Janet had been up equally aslate for her work on the meager lighting equipment kept her on the job aslong as the cast rehearsed.

  On Friday afternoon they made a final check of sets and lights andcostumes and Miss Williams rehearsed one or two of the minor characterswho had been causing more trouble than the leads in getting their linesin just the way she wanted them.

  The gymnasium was filled with row upon row of chairs. The old curtainwhich shielded the stage had been refurbished and looked quitepresentable in spite of the landscape scene which it depicted. SomedayJanet hoped the school would be able to buy adequate stage equipment. Thestage was large enough, but the sets were pitifully few in number and allof them several years old. They had been changed a little here and thereby the stagecraft class, but underneath you could detect the same flatsand doors and windows of other years.

  It was five o'clock before they finally straggled away from the gym andthe call for the entire cast and stage crew was 6:30 o'clock for MissWilliams wanted everyone on hand early. Janet had seen the instructorconferring with a rather distinguished looking man that afternoon andguessed that he was the representative of the producing company, there tosee the production and make the final decision on offering a job to MissWilliams.

  Janet, in spite of the fact that she was only a member of the stage crew,found it hard to eat even though supper that night was especiallydelicious and her mother, although silent, looked
at her reprovingly.

  Helen arrived before supper was over and Janet was surprised to see herso calm. Perhaps her father had been coaching her on composure.

  Janet folded up a clean smock, tucked it under one arm, and joined Helen.

  "Good luck, girls," said her father. "We'll wait for you after the showand all have a lunch down town to celebrate the event."

  "Do you know where your folks are going to sit?" asked Janet.

  Helen shook her head. "Dad wouldn't tell me; thought if I knew I would belooking for them and it might make me nervous."

  "This is the first time a high school class has ever performed before afamous Hollywood director," said Janet.

  "Oh, don't think of Dad in that way. Now that he's back home he's just aneighbor and he wants to be thought of in that way."

  "All right, but you can't keep the cast from remembering that an acedirector is in the audience tonight."

  "I suppose not. I only hope it won't make them too excited and upset."

  "How about yourself?"

  "I had been wondering up until tonight. But now I've made myself realizethat he's just Dad and that makes all of the difference in the world.Sort of gives me the confidence that I need for I know that if I makemistakes he'll understand. I wish you were going to be Abbie."

  "Well I'm not, and you'll get along all right with Margie. I think she'sreally been working hard."

  "Oh, she's worked hard enough, but somehow she doesn't seem real in thecharacter."

  "You mean I'm just crazy and silly enough to make a very real Abbie?"chided Janet.

  Helen's face flushed quickly.

  "You know better than that. Margie is light-headed enough for the role ofAbbie, but she lacks some spark of sincerity that's needed, for afterall, you know, Abbie finally solves the riddle of the Chinese image andpulls out the string of priceless pearls which saves the fortunes of theNaughtons."

  The cast and stage crew reported on time and Miss Williams checked eachof them in. She devoted her own energies to making up the principalswhile several other teachers, fairly adept in dramatics, helped with themakeup of the minor characters.

  Janet put on her smock and checked the lighting instructions which hadbeen mimeographed and placed it beside the small switchboard. Actuallyshe knew them all by heart, but she wanted to be sure there would be nomistake; no dimming of the lights when they should be brightened nor asudden blackout in the middle of a love scene.

  Margie Blake came up from one of the dressing rooms. She was glorious insalmon-hued taffeta and golden slippers.

  Margie, fully aware of the striking picture she made, walked slowlyacross the stage, which had been set for the opening scene, the garden ofthe Naughton home.

  Ed Rickey was standing nearby and Janet saw his eyes widen as they tookin the beauty of Margie and her costume. And Janet felt her own hearttighten. Here she was in a smock, with her hands none too clean, nowonder that Ed had eyes only for Margie.

  One of the sky drops was hanging unevenly and Miss Williams sent one ofthe boys in the stage crew up into the loft to adjust the lines and eventhe drop. The dramatic instructor stood in the middle of the stagemotioning for first one end of the drop and then the other to be liftedor lowered.

  Suddenly there was a cry from the loft and Janet, looking up, saw one endof the heavy drop sagging. It hung there for a moment. Then there was thesound of rending wood and the drop hurtled down toward the stage.

  Miss Williams leaped backward instinctively, but Margie, seated on agarden bench, didn't have a chance.

  Janet tried to shout a warning, but the cry jammed in her throat. Margielooked up and Janet caught one terror-stricken look on her face. Then thedrop thudded to the floor, a tangle of painted canvas enveloping Margie.