dramas. A good background, and places where the lighting effects would be proper for exposing the films, were essentials. Some scenes were to be laid in the village proper, and when the moving picture manager and his photographer went about, making notes of likely spots, they were watched curiously by the village loungers.
Mr. Pertell paid a visit to Squire Blasdell in reference to getting permission to burn the old barn on the Apgar place.
"Well, you can do it if you pay me my price," said the crabbed man, who was a local judge and lawyer, acting for several clients.
The price was sufficiently high, Mr. Pertell thought, but he had no choice.
"That's a valuable barn!" said the squire.
"It's only fit for kindling wood," protested the manager. "And that's what I propose to use it for."
"Well, it's a sin to burn down a building like that," went on the squire. "But this is a queer world, anyhow. And I want my money in advance."
He was so unpleasant about the matter that, after arranging for the destruction of the barn, Mr. Pertell left without carrying out his half-formed resolution of asking for more time for the payment of the Apgar mortgage.
