The House That Shadows Built (1928)

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EDISON WRITES A LETTER 177 *‘Oh,” she said resentfully, “you’re the man who threw me out of your theatre because I was too young to see myself on the film!” But she listened to Zukor. He intended to buy the screen rights of The Good Little Devil, and wanted Mary Pickford as star. “And I mean star,” he said. “You’ll have your own name on the titles and the paper.” Mary Pickford, who is herself a shrewd bargainer, felt an impulse to close with him at once. However, she choked it back and argued the question. She had made the jump to the legitimate stage, she said; Belasco promised her a great future. She didn’t know. . . . “Would twenty thousand dollars a year salary tempt you?” asked Zukor. “Of course, I don’t intend to stop with The Good Little Devil. I want you as a steady feature.” Now in all these hard years on the road Mary Pickford had held before the eyes of her imagination one goal. It was to earn twenty thousand dollars a year before she was twenty years old. “I made a little song of it,” she says. “‘Twenty thousand before I am twenty — twenty thousand before I am twenty!’” That would keep everyone in comfort. Time and again she had rehearsed the items to herself. And here she was, only nineteen I “It would,” she said suddenly. Before she left the office she had signed an agreement. When they approached Belasco for the rights to