Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb 1914 - Sep 1916 (assorted issues))

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IDA BIANCA ROUSED THE EMOTIONAL NATURE OF NOVITA, AS WELL AS HIS JEALOUSY visiting the Parisian city, and the Bianca had met him at a supper recently given in her honor. He was a superb specimen of a man — one vibrant of strength and suggestive of ferocity in his passions. He was material such as the Bianca loved best to manipulate. She used him now as a foil for Pierre. A foil was not the sort of plaything one might make of the fiery Spaniard, and, in her attempts to whet Pierre's sluggish amativeness, Ida Bianca roused the emotional nature of Novita. And Novita was not of the stuff Pierre was made. He, too, was primitive, and he was untamed. He wanted Ida Bianca, and he wanted nothing else in all the world. There was one other issue for Novita — that issue was Death. For life meant the serpentine dancer, and life robbed of her would not be life at all. Ida was delighted. She had not hoped for so effective a setting as the actual passion of the matador, and she played the game with all her accustomed aplomb. She and Pierre were dining together one evening a week after the final rupture with Marthe, and Ida had received from the maitre d 'hotel a blotted, impetuous scrawl from the fevered Novita. It begged of her one token of regard — some little ghost of a hope, a tiny touch from her hand — and Ida passed the note to Pierre, with a lilting laugh. Pierre frowned over the desperate appeal. He did not love Ida with a love of fine fiber, but she belonged to him, and he resented the thought of another man daring to presume upon his property. At the next table sat two friends who had been intimates in what they called "poor old Brezeux's better days," and they witnessed, with amusement, the passing of the note and the ugly scowl with which it was received. "Poor old Pierre !" murmured one, with a backward glance, mayhap, at some similar experience of his own life, when a tinsel dancer had held his heart balanced in one airy palm.