The Moving Picture Girls in War Plays

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The Moving Picture Girls in War Plays, by

Laura Lee Hope
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Title: The Moving Picture Girls in War Plays Or, The Sham Battles at Oak Farm
Author: Laura Lee Hope

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THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS IN WAR PLAYS
Or
The Sham Battles at Oak Farm
by
LAURA LEE HOPE
Author of "The Moving Picture Girls," "The Moving Picture Girls at Sea," "The Outdoor Girls Series," "The Bobbsey Twins Series," "The Bunny Brown Series," Etc.
Illustrated

The Saalfield Publishing Co. Akron, Ohio New York Made in U.S.A.
Copyright, 1916, by Grosset & Dunlap

[Illustration: "HERE THEY COME!" YELLED PAUL, AS THE FIRST OF THE SOLDIERS CAME INTO VIEW--Page 78.
The Moving Picture Girls in War Plays.]

CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I THE OLD NEWSPAPER 1
II OFF FOR OAK FARM 11
III HARD AT WORK 21
IV A REHEARSAL 30
V A DARING RIDER 40
VI A NEEDED LESSON 48
VII ESTELLE'S LEAP 61
VIII A MASSED ATTACK 70
IX MISS DIXON'S LOSS 79
X LIEUTENANT VARLEY 87
XI WONDERINGS 97
XII AN INTERRUPTION 103
XIII FORGETFULNESS 111
XIV IN THE SMOKE 120
XV THE HOSPITAL TENT 130
XVI A RETAKE 137
XVII ESTELLE'S STORY 143
XVIII "WHAT CAN WE DO?" 149
XIX A BIG GUN 158
XX A WRONG SHOT 164
XXI THE BIG SCENE 171
XXII ALICE DOES WELL 179
XXIII A BAD FALL 186
XXIV A DENIAL OF IDENTITY 192
XXV REUNION 199

THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS IN WAR PLAYS
CHAPTER I
THE OLD NEWSPAPER
"There, I think I have everything in that I'll need at Oak Farm."
"Everything! Good gracious, Ruth, how quickly you pack! Why, I've oceans and oceans of things yet to go into my trunk! Oh, there are my scout shoes. I've been looking everywhere for them. I'll need them if I do any hiking in those war scenes," and Alice DeVere dived under a pile of clothing, bringing to light a muddy, but comfortable, pair of walking shoes. "I don't know what I'd do without them," she murmured.
"Alice!" cried Ruth, her sister, and the shocked tone of her voice made the younger girl look up quickly from the contemplation of the shoes.
"Why, what have I done now?" came in rather injured accents. "I'm sure I didn't use any slang; and as for not having all my things packed as quickly as you, why, Ruth, my dear, you must remember that you are an exception--the one that proves the rule."
"I didn't say you used any slang, Alice dear. Nor did I intimate that you were behind in your packing. I'll gladly help you. But it---- Those shoes!" and she pointed a finger dramatically at the "brogans," as Alice sometimes called them.
"Those shoes? What's the matter with them? They're a perfectly good pair, as far as I can see; and they're mighty comfortable."
"Oh, Alice--mighty?"
"Well, I can't get over using such words, especially since we heard so many strong expressions from the sailors when we were in those sea films. Mine sound weak now. But what's the matter with the shoes, Ruth?"
"They're so muddy, dear. They will soil all your pretty things if you put them in your trunk in that condition. You don't want that, do you?"
"I should say not--most decidedly! Especially since pretty things with me last about one day. I don't see how it is you keep yours so nice and fresh, Ruth."
"It's because I'm careful, dear."
"Careful! Bosh! Care killed a cat, they say. I'm sure I'm careful, too---- Oh, here's that lace collar I've been looking everywhere for!"
She made a sudden reach for it, there was a ripping, tearing sound, and Alice was gazing ruefully at a rent in the sleeve of her dress.
"Oh, for the love of trading stamps!" she ejaculated.
"Alice!" gasped Ruth.
"Well, I don't care! I had to say something. Look at that rip! And I wanted to wear this dress to-day. Oh----"
"That's just it, Alice," interrupted Ruth, in a gentle, chiding voice. "You are too impulsive. If you had reached for that lace less hurriedly you wouldn't have torn your dress. And if you took care of your things and didn't let your laces and ribbons get strewn about so, they would last longer and look fresher. I don't want to lecture----"
"I know you don't, you old dear!" and Alice leaned over--they were both sitting on the floor in front of trunks--and made a motion as though to embrace her sister. But a warning rip caused her to desist, and, looking over