He intimated that there were digestive
reasons for her husband's death at the early age of sixty-eight.
Milt Baker had successfully introduced another topic of conversation, far
removed it would seem from any adventurous happening connected with Cap'n
Amazon Silt's career.
"I hear tell," said Milt, chewing Brown Mule with gusto, "that them folks
cavortin' down on The Beaches for a week past is movin' picture actors.
That so, Lawford?"
"There's a camera man and a director, and several handy men arrived," the
son of the Salt Water Taffy King replied. "They are going to use
Bozewell's house for some pictures. The Bozewells are in Europe."
"But ain't none of the actorines come?" demanded Milt, who was a sad
dog--let him tell it! He had been motorman on a street car in Providence
for a couple of winters before he married Mandy Card, and now tried to
keep green his reputation for sophistication.
"I believe not," Lawford answered, with reflection. "I presume the
company will come later. The director is taking what he calls 'stills'
of the several localities they propose using when the films are really
made.
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