Now that embattled Germany would no longer hold its prisoners _incommunicado_, Ruth hoped that news about the imprisoned performers of the Wild West Show might percolate through the lines. Chief Totantora had been able but once to get a message to his daughter.
This message had reached America long before the United States had got into the war. Although the Osage chieftain was an American (who could claim such proud estate if Totantora could not?), the show by which he was employed had gone direct to Germany from England, and anything English had, from the first, been taboo in Germany. Now, of course, the Indian girl had no idea as to where her father was.
"See if you can hear anything about those performers," Ruth wrote to Tom. "Get word if you can to the Chief of the Osage Indians and tell him that his daughter is with me, and that she longs for his return.
"I should love to make her happy by aiding in Chief Totantora"s reappearance in his native land. She is so sad, indeed, that I wonder if she is going to be able to register, for the screen, the happiness that she should finally show when my picture is brought to its conclusion."
CHAPTER X
ONE NEW YORK DAY
That "happy ending" became a matter of much thought on Ruth"s part, and the cause of not a little argument between her and Mr. Hammond when he came up to Cheslow and the Red Mill to discuss "Brighteyes" with its youthful author. He had come, too, to get a glimpse of Wonota in the flesh.
One of the first things Ruth had done when the Indian girl came under her care was to take Wonota to Cheslow and have the best photographer of the town take several "stills" of the Indian girl. Copies of these she had sent to the Alectrion Film Corporation, and word had come back from both Mr. Hammond and his chief director that the photographs of Wonota were satisfactory.
The president of the film company, however, was interested in talking with Wonota and judging as far as possible through cursory examination just how much there was to the girl.
"What has she got in her? That is what we want to know," he said to Ruth. "Can she get expression into her face? Can she put over feeling?
We want something besides mere looks, Miss Ruth, as you very well know."
"I realize all that," the girl of the Red Mill told him earnestly. "But remember, Mr. Hammond, you cannot judge this Osage girl by exactly the same standards as you would a white girl!"
"Why not? She"s got to be able to show on the screen the deepest feelings of her nature--"
"Not if you would have my "Brighteyes" true to life," interrupted Ruth anxiously. "You must not expect it."
"Why not?" he demanded again, with some asperity. "We don"t want to show the people a dummy. I tell you the public is getting more and more critical. They won"t stand for just pretty pictures. The actors In them must express their thoughts and feelings as they do in real life."
"Exactly!" Ruth hastened to say. "That is what I mean. My "Brighteyes"
is a full-blooded Indian maiden just like Wonota. Now, you talk with Wonota--try to get to the very heart of the girl. Then you will see."
"See what?" he demanded, staring.
"What you will see," returned Ruth, with a laugh. "Go ahead and get acquainted with Wonota. Meanwhile I will be getting this condensed plot of the story into shape for us to talk over. I must rewrite that street scene again, I fear. And, of course, we are in a hurry?"
"Always," grumbled the producer. "We must start for our Western location as soon as possible; but the New York scenes must be shot first."
It was a fine day, and the sh.o.r.e of the Lumano River offered a pleasant prospect for out-of-door exercise, and after he had spent more than an hour walking about with Wonota, the canny Mr. Hammond obtained, he said, a "good line" on the character and capabilities of the Indian girl.
"You had me guessing for a time, Miss Ruth," he laughingly said to the girl of the Red Mill. "I did not know what you were hinting at I see it now. Wonota is a true redskin. We read about the stoicism of her race, but we do not realize what that means until we try to fathom an Indian"s deeper feelings.
"I talked with her about her father. She is very proud of him, this Totantora, as she calls him. But only now and then does she express (and that in a flash) her real love and admiration for him.
"She is deeply, and justly, angered at that Dakota Joe Fenbrook. But she scarcely expresses that feeling in her face or voice. She speaks of his cruelty to her with sadness in her voice merely, and scarcely a flicker of expression in her countenance."
"Ah!" Ruth said. "Now you see what I see. It is impossible for her to register changing expressions and feelings as a white girl would. Nor would she be natural as "Brighteyes" if she easily showed emotion. Yet she mustn"t be stolid, for if she does the audience will never get what we are trying to put over."
"The director has got to have judgment--I agree to that," said Mr.
Hammond, nodding. "Wonota must be handled with care. But she"s got it in her to be a real star in time. She photographs like a million dollars!"
and he laughed. "Now if we can teach her to be expressive enough--well, I am more than ever willing to take the chance with her, provided you, Miss Ruth, will agree to supply the vehicles of expression."
"You flatter me, Mr. Hammond," returned Ruth, flushing faintly. "I shall of course be glad to do my best in the writing line."
"That"s it. Between us we ought to make a lot of money. And incidentally to make an Indian star who will make "em all sit up and take notice."
Ruth was so much interested in "Brighteyes" by this time that she "ate, slept, walked and talked" little else--to quote Helen. But Tom"s sister grew much interested in the production, too.
"I"m going with you--to New York, anyway," she announced. "I might as well. Father is so busy with his business now that I scarcely see him from week end to week end. Dear me, if Tommy only would come home!"
"I guess he"d be delighted," rejoined Ruth, smiling. "But if you go with me, honey, you"re likely to be dragged around a good deal. I expect to jump from New York to somewhere in the Northwest. Mr. Hammond has not exactly decided. The weather is very promising, and if we can shoot the outdoor scenes before Christmas we"ll be all right."
"Well, I do love to travel. Maybe we could get Jennie to go, too," Helen said reflectively.
"She certainly would help," laughed Ruth. "I would rather laugh with Jennie than grouch with anybody else."
"The wisdom of Mrs. Socrates," scoffed Helen. "Anyway, Ruthie, I"ll write her at once and tell her to begin pulling wires. You know, Mr.
Stone is as "sot as the everlasting hills"--and it takes something to move the hills, you know. He will have to be convinced, maybe, that Jennie"s health demands a change of climate at just this time."
"She looks it."
"Well, one might expect her to fade away a bit because of Henri"s absence. I wonder if she"s heard from him since the armistice?"
"If she hasn"t she"ll need something besides a change of climate, I a.s.sure you," laughed Ruth again. "She hates ocean voyaging, does Jennie; but she wouldn"t wait till she could go in an ox-cart to get back to France if Henri forgot to write."
There was one thing sure: Jennie Stone was a delighted host when Helen arrived in New York a few days ahead of Ruth and Wonota. Ruth had not intended to go to the Stones; she would have felt more independent at a hotel. She did not know what engagements Mr. Hammond or the director of the picture might make for her. So she tried to dodge Jennie"s invitation.
When the train got in from New England, however, and Ruth and the Indian girl, following a red-capped porter with their bags, walked through the gateway of entrance to the concourse of the Grand Central Terminal, there were both Jennie and Helen waiting to spy them.
"Mr. Hammond told me to come to the Borneaux. He has made reservations there," Ruth said.
"That"s all right for to-morrow," declared Jennie bruskly. "Hotel rooms are all right to make up in, or anything like that. But you are both going to my house for to-night"
"Now, Jennie--"
"No buts or ands about it!" exclaimed her friend. "If you don"t come, Ruthie Fielding, I"ll never speak to you again. And if Wonota doesn"t come I declare I"ll tell Dakota Joe where she is, and he"ll come after her and steal her. In fact," Jennie added, wickedly smiling, "his old Wild West Show is playing right here in the Big Town this week."
"You don"t mean it!" exclaimed Ruth, while the Indian girl shrank a little closer to her friend.
"Sure do. In Brooklyn. A three-day stand in one of the big armories over there, I believe. So a telephone call--"
"Shucks!" exclaimed Helen. "Don"t you believe her, Wonota. Just the same you folks had better come to the Stone house. Mr. Stone has taken a whole box to-night for one of the very best musical shows that ever was!"
Ruth could see that the Indian girl was eager to agree. She did show some small emotions which paleface girls displayed. She laughed more than at first, too. But she was often downright gloomy when thinking of Chief Totantora.
However, seeing Wonota wished to accept the invitation, and desiring herself to please Helen and Jennie, Ruth agreed. They telephoned a message to the Hotel Borneaux and then went off to dinner at the Stone house. It was a very nice party indeed, and even busy Mr. Stone did his best to put Wonota at her ease.