And, a little later, Russ made a film, in which the bear was one of the central figures. Alice took part in it, and the simple little play made quite a hit when shown. "You seem to have the happy faculty of making use of everything that comes your way--accidentally or not," remarked Mr. DeVere to Mr. Pertell, when the company was once more under way in the train. "You have to in the moving picture business," chuckled Mr. Pertell. "That's the secret of success. You never can tell when something will go wrong with a play you have planned carefully and rehearsed well. So you must be ready to take advantage of every change in situation. Also, you must be ready to seize on every opportunity that comes your way." "You certainly seized on that bear," agreed Mr. DeVere. "I'm glad he wasn't a wild one," went on the manager. "I am sorry your daughters were frightened----" "Oh, pray do not mention it," the actor said. "They are getting used to strange experiences in this moving picture work." "And I want to tell you they are doing most excellently," the manager went on. "I have had many actresses of experience who could not do half as well as Miss Ruth and Miss Alice. I congratulate you!" Little of moment occurred during the rest of the trip; that is, until the next stopping place was reached. This was at a place in Kansas where Mr. Pertell planned to have some farming operations shown as a background to a certain part in the big drama. On the way a careful watch had been kept for the appearance of the spies, or camera operators, of the International company, but no trace of them had been seen. There were no hotels in Fostoria, where the Kansas stop was made, and the company was accommodated at two farmhouses close together. A number of scenes were to be made, with these houses and outbuildings figuring in them. "Isn't it nice here?" asked Alice as she and Ruth were in their room on the morning after their arrival, getting ready for breakfast. "It does seem so," agreed the older girl, as she leaned over with her hair hanging in front of her while she combed it out. "Such wide, open spaces," went on Alice. "Plenty of fresh air here." "Too much!" laughed Ruth. "Grab that waist of mine; will you, Alice? It's going out of the window on the breeze." Alice was just in time to prevent the garment from fluttering out of the room, for the breeze was certainly strong. As the younger girl turned back to hand her sister the waist she exclaimed: "Oh, what a queer looking cloud! And what a funny yellow light there is, all about. Look, Ruth." "Isn't it?" agreed Ruth, as she coiled her hair on top of her head. "It looks like a storm." Off in the west was a bank of yellowish clouds that seemed rolling and tumbling over and over in their eagerness to advance. At the same time there was a sobbing and moaning sound to the wind.