Not a very simple job for an amateur. But David Griffith wasn’t worried. He could go back to acting were the picture no good. Mr. Arthur Marvin was assigned as camera man. There were needed for the cast: _Dolly_, her mother and father, the gypsy man, the gypsy man’s wife, and two small boys. Upstairs in the tiny projection room pictures were being run for Mr. Griffith’s enlightenment. He was seeing what Biograph movies looked like. Saw some of old man McCutcheon’s, and some of Wally McCutcheon’s, and Stanner E. V. Taylor’s one and only. That evening he said to me: “You’ll play the lead in my first picture--not because you’re my wife--but because you’re a good actress.” “Oh, did you see Mr. Taylor’s picture?” “Yes.” “How was it?” “Not bad, but it don’t hang together. Good acting; you’re good, quite surprised me. No one I can use for a husband though. I must have some one who _looks_ like a ‘husband’--who looks as though he owned more than a cigarette. I heard around the studio that they were going to hand me a bunch of lemons for actors.” So, dashing madly here and there for a father for little _Dolly_, Mr. Griffith saw coming down Broadway a young man of smiling countenance--just the man--his very ideal. Of course, he must be an actor. There was no time for hesitation. “Pardon me, but would you care to act in a moving picture? I am going to direct a moving picture, and I have a part that suits you exactly.” “Moving pictures, did you say? Picture acting? I am sure I don’t know what you are talking about. I don’t know anything about picture acting.” “You don’t need to know--just meet me at the Grand Central Depot at nine o’clock to-morrow morning.” And so Arthur Johnson became a movie actor. To my mind no personality has since flickered upon the screen with quite the charm, lovableness, and magnetic humor that were his. He never acquired affectations, which made him a rare person indeed, considering the tremendous popularity that became his and the world of affectation in which he lived. For the gypsy man Mr. Griffith selected Charles Inslee, an excellent actor whom he had known on the Coast. Mr. Inslee was a temperamental sort, but Mr. Griffith knew how to handle him. So with Mrs. Gebhardt for the gypsy wife, Mr. Griffith completed his cast without using a single one of the “lemons” that were to have been wished upon him; and as there were only outdoor sets in “The Adventures” he did not have any of the “lemons” around to make comments. Even the business of the barrel proved to be no insurmountable difficulty. Yards and yards of piano-wire were attached, which, manipulated from the shore, kept the barrel somewhat in focus. The one perturbed person was our camera man, who even though middle-aged and heavy, time and time again had to jump about, in and out of the stream, grabbing tripod and clumsy camera, trying to keep up with the floating barrel. We went to Sound Beach, Connecticut, to take “The Adventures.”