The Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1914)

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ATBfef of Hearts (PATHBPLAV) BY JAl^Et Re ID «* ZJ 1 VI Ida Bianca stamped her sandal-shod, otherwise unclad, foot ; ' ' it is to the Pavilion du Bois I wish to go — to the Pavilion du Bois, in the Bois de Boulogne — comprenez?" Pierre was miserably silent; he felt the sadness of the irrevocable step and the ominous whisper of premonition. For the Pavilion was sure to be thronged with the people of his world — his set; perhaps the one person of all others would be among them — and Ida Bianca was decidedly not of that status. The lovely dancer was on every lip — the toast of all cafes — the one bright star in the theatrical firmament — but she was not to be introduced to one 's sister, one 's mother, or one's wife-to-be. It was Pierre's wife-to-be who stepped before his mental vision now and cautioned him by her distant loftiness of spirit. Ida Bianca stepped close to the irresolute youth. She was gossamerclad; the pink of her lovely flesh gleamed, pearl-wise, thru her dancingrobe. Her eyes drooped, and a strange perfume assailed the nostrils — the perfume all Paris coveted, made exclusively for the favorite of the hour. Pierre caught his breath. He loved her, or, rather, his senses loved her. God who makest the feline, woman things, how they loved her ! "Mon cher," she purred in his ear, while one tapered hand curled like a crumpled flower-petal in his gripped palm, "cela est bien facheux — so sad, just be-cause la pauvre Ida is not ze lovely lady, you will not refuse her —eh?" Pierre was wise enough. He knew quite well the cunning of her deliberate proximity; the subtlety of her artful, murmuring voice; the coldbloodedness with which she was nestling to him in order to gain her end. He knew, but his senses rose and quelled his finer intelligence; his senses leaped to her touch and rioted at the nearness of her. He cursed them for their dominance of him, but he clasped her tremulously close. "Yes — I will take you, Ida," he breathed throatily ; ' ' you devil-woman — you knew that I would. ' ' "It is arranged, zen." Ida breathed the happy sigh of the child that has gained its desire. "Yes, it is settled." Pierre gathered up his hat and stick and strode toward the door. "Be ready at nine, cherie. ' * 29