Involuntarily she smiled back at her pictured self, just as every one else was smiling back.

For that, you must know, was what had first endeared her so to the public; the human quality that compelled instinctive response from those who looked at her.

So Jean in the loge smiled at Jean on the screen.

Then Lite--dear, silent, long-legged Lite!--came loping up, and pushed back his hat with the gesture that she knew so well, and spoke to her and smiled; and a lump filled the throat of Jean in the loge, though she could not have told why.

Then Jean on the screen turned and went riding with Lite back down the trail, with her hat tilted over one eye because of the sun, and with one foot swinging free of the stirrup in that absolute unconsciousness of pose that had first caught the attention of Robert Grant Burns and his camera man.