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TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
acting out the happiness he felt. Then, too, the public became aware of a mighty change in the man's character thru his written works. He had suddenly become human, as it were. Before a year had elapsed, he had become famous because of it. But a curtain had been drawn on his shortlived happiness. He had retired into the Winthrop shell again, whither no danseuse could ever enter.
on the stage of the famous Mile. Genova, in a series of modern dances ! The divorce roused some comment; not so much as the comments on the individuals themselves in connection with their respective arts. Mile. Genova had recaptivated society* and there were rumors of a new prospective match! James Winthrop had written a great American novel. He shunned public appearance as much
MY WAYS ARE NOT YOUR WAYS OIL AND WATER WILL NOT MIX
Gossip wondered why/ she stayed in that great, cold house, so foreign to her nature, until, one night, the family physician was summoned and remained for nearly twenty-four hours. And, at last, the newspapers got a voluntary contribution of news: "Born — a daughter, to Mr. and Mrs. James Winthrop."
The soul of the woman was at last revealed to the world less than a couple of months later, when one of the big theatrical managers in a distant city announced the reappearance
as possible, but might be seen any day riding in the Park with an exquisitely beautiful child, bearing in her patrician features all the marble coldness of the Winthrops.
It must have been seven years later that "The Golden Slipper" sang itself into Boston's favor. If any one of the thousands who attended the show was struck by the name of the little, faded dancer who danced so marvelously in the second act, no public mention, at least, was made of it.