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Y' I
'ES, I have known one 1 great love. The com ' plete love: mental, emotional and spiritual.
I've never talked about it before.
I — I haven't been able to. It's
long ago. It's over; he is gone.
Perhaps this love explains a great
deal of what came after. Perhaps
not. I'm not sentimental enough to
say that I never could love agam or
never have loved since because I lost
the first love. That would be morbid
emotion. False.
"This man — he must be nameless
— came into my life right after Harold and I had decided to take separate paths. I came to
Famous Players with the hope of doing dramatic work.
Harold went on with comedies. He was, of course, my very
first sweetheart. My girlhood sweetheart. The first boy I
had ever gone out with. And he was very sweet. Kind and
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on f ess ions
BY GLADYS HALL
T^HE life of Bebe Daniels has been another one of those open books with, every page well thumbed. Every page save one. We all know her work, we nave been told that she lives with her mother and grandmother, that she is an athlete, an adventurer in the realms of air and sea and earth, that she is a good business woman, a pet of Paramount Pictures. But there has been that closed, page. The page of Bebe' s romances. There have been rumors of an interest here, a reported engagement there. That is all. The rest has been left to conjecture, to imagination.
For the first time in any publication Bebe tells the real story, the full story of her love affairs.
More than this: she tells something she has never told before to any living soul except her mother. The story of her first great love, the love that ended in death, the love that has tinged, col\ ored, softened and sad, dened all the years that have come between. Bebe Daniels: \ {Author's Note.)
protective and clean and
nice.
"Then this other man. He was a Greek god to look at. A scientist. A scholar. A thinker. A doer. An athlete. He was interested in the world of the theatre. He was interested in everything. He had an immense capacity for living — and loving. "I developed a fearful crush on him. At first he didn't pay much attention to me. Then I think it came to him that he had never known my sort of girl before. His ways had taken him among women of another calibre and point of view. He fell in love with me. The kind of love only a man like that could know.
"I found out that there was between us — an insuperable obstacle. My mother told me things she knew about him. His Past. Something dark and dreadful and mysterious.