Wonota and her father, Chief Totantora, are now under contract to Mr. Hammond and plan to appear in Ruth's next film, which is to be filmed in the Thousand Islands. An unscrupulous rival filmmaker, Horatio Bilby, tries to break Wonota and Totantora's contract with Mr. Hammond. In order to thwart Bilby, the two flee over the border to Canada, and their disappearance adds to the cost of Ruth's film and threatens to halt production completely.
Alice B. Emerson was a house pseudonym used in the early twentieth century by the Stratemeyer Syndicate to publish two series of books for girls featuring the heroines Ruth Fielding and Betty Gordon. Titles published include: Ruth Fielding of the Red Mill (1913), Ruth Fielding at Briarwood Hall (1914), Ruth Fielding at Snow Camp (1914), Ruth Fielding at Lighthouse Point (1914), Ruth Fielding at Silver Ranch (1914), Ruth Fielding at Sunrise Farm (1914), Ruth Fielding and the Gypsies (1915), Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island (1915), Ruth Fielding in Moving Pictures (1916), Betty Gordon at Bramble Farm (1920), Betty Gordon in Washington (1920), Betty Gordon in the Land of Oil (1920), Ruth Fielding in the Great Northwest (1921), Betty Gordon at Boarding School (1921) and Betty Gordon at Mountain Camp (1922).
Idlers halted to wait for the appearance of the wedding party, which was about to come forth. Some of the younger spectators ran up the steps and peered in at the door, for there was only a lame, old, purblind sexton on guard, and he, too, seemed vastly interested in what was going on inside. One glance down the main aisle of the great edifice revealed a much more elaborate scheme of decoration than usually appears at a church wedding. Its main effect was the intertwining of French and American flags, and as the bridal party turned from the altar the horizon blue uniform of the soldier-bridegroom was a patch of vivid color that could not be mistaken. The bride in her white gown and veil and wreath made, it may be, even a more prominent picture than did her husband. But that was only to be expected perhaps, for a girl on her wedding day, and in the church, is usually the focus of all eyes. It must be confessed (even her dearest friends must confess it) there was another reason why she who, only a moment before had been Jennie Stone, quite filled the public eye.
The sudden joyous pealing of the organ could be heard upon the sidewalk before the stately church. As there was a broad canopy from the door to the curb, with a carpet laid down and motor-cars standing in line, it took no seer to proclaim that a wedding was in progress within. Idlers halted to wait for the appearance of the wedding party, which was about to come forth. Some of the younger spectators ran up the steps and peered in at the door, for there was only a lame, old, purblind sexton on guard, and he, too, seemed vastly interested in what was going on inside. One glance down the main aisle of the great edifice revealed a much more elaborate scheme of decoration than usually appears at a church wedding. Its main effect was the intertwining of French and American flags, and as the bridal party turned from the altar the horizon blue uniform of the soldier-bridegroom was a patch of vivid color that could not be mistaken. The bride in her white gown and veil and wreath made, it may be, even a more prominent picture than did her husband. But that was only to be expected perhaps, for a girl on her wedding day, and in the church, is usually the focus of all eyes. It must be confessed (even her dearest friends must confess it) there was another reason why she who, only a moment before had been Jennie Stone, quite filled the public eye.
