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A Girl's Philosophy That Did Not Apply to Hersrelf
Fictionized by GLADYS HALL from the Select Photoplay Starring CONSTANCE TALMADGE
restless as a liberated brook, fragrant as the flowers that were starring with white and pink the darkness of the woods — was she to change all this ? Did he want her to ? Did he ? Well, he didn't want her no t to — and he knew that with a feeling about his heart that was like the feeling of hunger.
When they parted their hands met and gripped fiercely, but Joan pulled hers away first, and laughed again, and went skipping away from him thru the woods till she was lost among the birches, no slenderer, no tenderer than she.
This continued for two weeks. May gave gentle way to April. Even the soil quickened and the sap ran and the trees and flowers rose and dressed with dainty, fragrant finger-tips.
Then, one night, Joan appeared in the livingroom of Martin's home. She carried a satchel, and her face was as white as the arbutus.
"I hate old people !" she exploded, and then she stood and waited.
Martin wanted to take her in his arms. That was what one did with girls who were on the uncertain brink of hysterics — or something. But he had
"WHO CARES?" Cast of Characters :
Joan Ludlow Constance Talmadge
Mrs. Ludlow. . . . -. California Truman
Mr. Ludlow Spottiswoode Aitken
Martin Grey Harrison Forde
Gilbert Palgrave Donald MacDonald
Alice Palgrave Beverly Randolph
Mrs. Hosack Gerard Alexander
Howard Oldershaw J. Morris Foster
Dr. Harry Oldershaw J. Park Jones
Toodles Claire Anderson
Irene Dorothy Haggar
Butler Tom Bates
intuition, Martin had. He felt that Joan would not have hysterics, and that she would not take kindly to the shelter of his arms. So he just said, "What's up?" and wished she didn't look so darned much like a little kid and a lovely woman at one and the same time.
Martin lit his pipe. Then he sat down beside her, and puffed away. In a moment she began to talk again. She told him all about her mother, and her new father, who didn't notice her at all, because he couldn't possibly see beyond the range of her mother's no'se, and how terribly and bitterly and enduringly she hated her grandmother, and the good time she was going to have out of life no matter who, no matter how many paid, nor how little nor how much. And when, exhausted by her tirade, she dropped over and fell asleep, Martin Grey was lost.
In an hour she awoke, and Martin had his housekeeper fix her a room, and then he announced to her that the best thing for them to do was to go to town early in the morning and get married, after which they could go
right on playing and no one need interfere. Joan thought that a beautiful solution. She gave Martin her serenely tranquillized eyes. "Righto," she said. "Wish I had thought of that myself."
On the way to town Joan thought over weddings which she had attended in great numbers and decided she had better consult Alice Palgrave, her chum, who had been recently married, and was therefore qualified to speak on divers subjects appertaining. "Not that,"
She told him all about her mother, and her new father, who didn't notice her at all
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