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The Inglorious End " T HAD heard that he was about to make J_ a dangerous, daring trip by airplane. One of those first, very experimental flights. I went to him and asked him if he would promise to do something for me, just one thing. He said 'Anything, so long as you do not ask me to stop my present mode of living.' I told him what it was I wanted him to promise; and I shall never be able to forget the look in his eyes when he said, ' If it had been anything but this. Don't you see, / shall be dead a year from now and 1 should like to go out with my head high, adventuring ' "That is my great, my chief regret — that I asked him to give that up for me. For in a year's time he was dead, after months of pain and hideous suffering and ignominy. Dead. And1 might have let him die as he had wanted to die, in the air, adventuring. " It was all so very young and so bitter and tragic and so sweet. We might have handled it all better, more happily if we had been older, less afraid of the conventions, of what people might say. "And yet even now, in memory, I know that I should do very much the same thing ov-er again. Brought up as I was brought up, it was the only thing I could do. "I can't say and I don't say tjiat this great love has been the reason for my never marrying, I've been in love or I've thought I was in love many times in the past years. Only there has always been something to stop me just in time. Some fear, some incompatibility, some little lie told to me that need not have been told. Time and time again I've asked myself the question, 'Could I make him happy?' And then, 'Could he make me happy?' It takes two, not one. I've never understood women who think only of their own chances for happiness and never whether they have happiness to give as well as to get. Men are more unselfish than women. Scoffing at Sincerity THERE was the famous stage actor who came into my life a few years back. He had the reputation of being disillusioned, a cynic, a scoffer, a mocker. Fond of experimenting, especially with women; and then lampooning them afterwards. " He came to see me work. He called me by another name. A secret name. He sent me little notes that were poems, every one of them, I laughed at him up my sleeve. I thought, 'You think you are having me on, my lad, but the shoe is on the other foot this time.' I ridiculed him and made little of him. Sent him to wrong addresses when we were to meet at parties. In every way I tried to play the game I thought he was playing. Then I learned that I was wrong. He came one day with a beautiful diamond brooch. He had bought it with the first big money he had made in years. He asked me to wear it as an informal engagement present. He told me what he really felt, really thought, showed me those secret places of the heart that show you the man. And in all my life I have never felt so small, so mean, so contemptible, so unworthy. I couldn't have married him. I wasn't in love with him. But I did admire his brain, his great powers and, what was worse, I found that I had made mock of the most sensitive, most human human being I had ever known. " He has never forgiven me, I think. Why should he when I can never forgive myself? " Men are either too possessive, too jealous or too much afraid of screen stars Most of the real men are afraid to ask us tc marry them unless they are very wealthy men in their own right and in that case they' object to a wife with a career. Most of the men I have known have asked me to give u my career after marriage. I've never care enough. If I did, if ever I do, I shall be gla to give it up, eager to. It would be fair.j And I often look back and wonder. I've ha the luxuries, of course, and all women lovei luxury. I've enjoyed the fame and the_ money and the things I've been able to do>' for those dear to me. But I wonder. I wonder whether I haven't missed the most precious things in life. I rather think I have. i Bill, the Masterful THERE was Bill. He was clever and gay and attractive. And I liked him. Rather more than liked him. One night we went to a party. I saw a man there, an old friend I hadn't seen in years. I put my arms, about him and told him how delighted I was. Bill came up to me, his face white. He said, ' I am taking you home and I am taking you home flow!' I said, 'Oh, no, you're not. I'm not going home now.' \\'ithout one other word, in view of the entire gathering, he picked me up, carried me bodily out of that house, put me in his car and drove me home at the rate of seventy miles an hour, dodging other cars, careening around corners with every turn of the wheel. I was so terrified I was limp when we finally arrived, whole by a miracle. He said, 'This will teach you a lesson, I think.' I said, 'I think not. But it will teach you the lesson that you are never to see me again.' He never did. But for months he put my poor mother through a course of horrors. He had ' a peculiar spotlight on his car and he de ] lighted to spend his nights training it on our house, especially on the windows of my rooms. I ignored it, and him, and eventually he faded out of the picture. "There was Vernon. He was a business man. Lots of money, position, all that sort of thing. He never believed anything I told him. If he phoned me and I told him I was due at a conference or had just been to a conference, he would say, 'That's all very well, bict whom did you have luncheon with?' Her Lover Turns Detective HE spent most of his time — and mine — trying to catch me at something. He'd call the house at all hours of the night and early morning to find out whether I was really at home or not. He never did catch me in anything, but that didn't seem to help any. And as I usually had to be on the set at eight in the morning, the midnight phone calls didn't help any, either. He would come to the studio to watch me work and every time I had a love scene to do I'd have another kind of a scene with him. No amount of telling him that I had never fallen in love with any of my leading men had any effect whatsoever. Nor did the fact that I had never lied to a man in all my life have any weight. He just didn't believe in me. I finally had to say farewell to him. He was wearing us both out. "There was Jim from San Diego. I had never been very nice to Jim and he was always being nice, doing charming things for me and for my mother and grandmother. One night a friend of mine called me to account for my coolness to him, told me I might be a little bit decent to him. I spent that evening trying to atone for my former indifference. The very next day he informed 82