Alex the Great

Chapter 30

"Isn"t he simply delicious?" says the leadin" woman, with a fond glance at Delancey.

"Delicious, hey?" he snorts. "What d"ye think I am--a pie?"

They is a vampire there and she turns up her nose.

"I think he"s impossible!" she says. "He hasn"t the slightest conception of art."

"Lemme alone!" growls Delancey. "I"m as good a actor as you guys is, if not better. Where d"ye get that art stuff?"

"Heavens!" says the vampire. "You must have worked all your life to acquire ignorance, for no one was ever _born_ as stupid as you! All you have is your looks."

[Ill.u.s.tration: "Heavens!" says the vampire. "You must have worked a your life to acquire ignorance, for no one was ever _born_ as stupid as you!"]

"Yeh," snarls Delancey. "And all Rockefeller"s got is a billion!"

At this point Alex stepped in and prevented bloodshed.

Well, Delancey is as big a success as a movie star as Boston is as a town, and within a month he"s swept the country like a new dance. That stuff about him bein" a millionaire and willin" to marry the girl which guesses the answer to the mystery in "What Was Hector"s Choice?" caught on with the ladies like cold cream and his handsome map did the rest.

His picture is plastered all over the country and kids which barely knowed their A, B, C"s, is familiar with his name. His mail arrives daily in freight cars and Alex had four guys workin" on nothin" but autographin" his photos for "A Admirer" and "Your Unknown Friend."

Alex got a quarter the each for said photos to cover the "wrapping and mailing charges" and made a nice little profit on the side.

With all this success, though, Delancey Calhoun kept his head. He never appeared at no banquets, addressed meetin"s on "The Future of the Motion Picture Industry," or as much as glanced at the daily slew of mail. When the dames around the studio cast languishin" glances at his handsome form, he glared at "em like a infuriated turtle. If one of "em remarked that it was a nice day by way of startin" a slight flirtation, Delancey would answer that he couldn"t help it, and walk away. He never spent a nickel foolishly or at all, and when the auto agents swooped down on him, he borrowed cigars from them and beat it.

[Ill.u.s.tration: When the dames cast languishing glances at his handsome form, he glared at them like an infuriated turtle.]

The most astonishin" thing, though, was the way he acted about the movies durin" his career as a star. He never stopped claimin" that the whole thing was the bunk and that it was idiotic for a grown person to put on a wig and take off the old banker or the like, when they was only a fifty buck a week actor. He insisted that anything as silly as the movies was could never last and they was more real money in the truckin" business for a man that knew the game as he did and had plenty of wagons. When Alex argues with him and says that many of the big stars makes fifty thousand a year, he tells Alex to stop usin" opium because it"ll get him in the end.

At the end of three months, Delancey has made Alex pay him a percentage of the receipts and a salary of a thousand a week, but his opinion of the movie business is unchanged. He explains the fact that he"s makin"

plenty of money out of it by sayin" that Alex must be takin" it out of his own pocket and is simply makin" pictures to cover up his real game, which is prob"ly safe crackin". Alex throws up his hands and lets him be after that one.

Fin"ly the last picture is made and Alex gives out the information to a expectant world that a girl in Brisbane, Australia, has won the guessin" contest and Delancey Calhoun"s hand, and the famous star will sail immediately to wed her. The newspapers all prints pictures of "em both, Alex gettin" the lucky dame"s by photographin" his stenographer.

A couple of papers didn"t get neither and runs pictures of Brisbane, Australia, so"s to be on the job anyways. Then Alex collects the thousand bucks I bet him that he couldn"t make a movie star outa a truck driver and prepares to break the news to his wife and mine that he has done the same. He figures this will kill forever their wild infatuation for Carrington De Vire, the idol of the screen.

At that point, Delancey Calhoun walks into the office.

"Ah, Delancey," says Alex, "I was just gonna send for you. Now that our original contract has expired, let me congratulate you. You done great and far better than even I expected. You"re famous the world over and must have a good sized bankroll if you"ve stayed in at nights and kept away from race tracks and the like. I only intended this as a experiment, but it has gone over so big that I want you to sit down here and sign a contract for five years at the biggest salary you ever heard of. We"ll make the greatest pictures the world--"

"Wait a minute!" b.u.t.ts in Delancey. "Don"t rave no more. My name is Tim O"Toole again and not Delancey, which sounds like a collar. I"m sick and tired of movin" pictures and that big salary stuff is as much bunk as the rest of it. I ain"t goin" around rescuin" nutty dames, beatin" up supes which is supposed to be the desperate smugglers and divin" off bridges no more! I"m goin" to make a honest livin" and I"ve bought out the truckin" business I was workin" for when you come along and made a movie star and a simp outa me. I"ll be takin" in money there long after the movies is gone and all the pictures I"ll ever move from now on will be loaded on one of my wagons. Fare-thee-well, and I hope they"s no hard feelings. If they is, I ain"t gonna sob out loud over it!"

For a minute Alex was speechless. Then he comes to and works a hour tryin" to get the ex-Delancey Calhoun to change his mind. They was nothin" doin". In fact, Delancey walked out and left us flat in the middle of Alex"s wail.

Well, anyways, Alex still had one satisfaction left and that was to prove to Eve and the wife that he had put over a truck driver as a movie star. He done it after dinner that night and if he caused any sensation, I failed to see it with the naked eye.

"Well," says Eve, "that proves my argument."

"Proves _your_ argument?" hollers Alex. "Didn"t you claim movie stars was born, and didn"t I take a truck driver and make him famous at it?"

"Yes," says Eve. "And then he went back to the trucking business, because he wasn"t born an artist and the whole thing seemed silly to him. He couldn"t stand the make-believe any longer, because he had no imagination, no art--nothing but the stupid ability to make money!"

Alex sinks down in a chair and throws up his hands.

"Can you beat a woman?" he asks me.

"Not in this state," I says. "It"s against the law."

"Come!" says Eve. "You boys are just in time. Carrington De Vire is down at the Palace in "The Arctic Sunflower." I"m crazy to see it. I think he"s wonderful!"

THE END

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