"Why do you carry your camera, Russ?" asked Ruth, when she and her
sister were seated near the young man, on whom devolved the duty of
"filming," or taking, the various scenes of the plays it was planned
to produce.
"Oh, I didn't know but what I might see something to 'shoot' it at,"
he answered, with a laugh. "You know Mr. Pertell sometimes sends
films to the Moving Picture Weekly Newspaper--scenes of current
events. I might catch one for him on the way."
"I see. Have you ever been to Oak Farm, Russ?"
"Yes, I went up there when Mr. Pertell looked it over to see if it
would do for our new rural dramas."
"What sort of a place is it?" asked Alice.
"Very nice--for a farm."
"Isn't there something queer about it?" asked Ruth. "I mean wasn't
there some sort of a mystery connected with Sandy Apgar, the young
farmer who works it? You know we met him in New York," she added to
Alice.
"Yes, I remember."
"Mystery?" spoke Russ, musingly. "Well, I believe there is something
wrong about the place--not exactly a mystery, though. Maybe it's some
sort of trouble. Well, here we go!"
The train had started out into the "wilds of Jersey," as Wellington
Bunn, the tragic actor, put it. It was about forty miles to
Beatonville, the trip occupying nearly two hours, for the train was
not a fast one.
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