Motion Picture Magazine (Feb-Jul 1924)

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Sun and moon and stars. Love. The Lady opened worlds within worlds to Paul. His soul, heretofore dormant in his healthy unawakened body, quickened and was alive. As Undine was awakened by a kiss, so was the soul of Paul awakened by the Lady. He had never dreamed that love could be like this ... a supernal thing . . . transcending human experience . . . more divine than desire . . . more precious than passion . . . blent of them both, of them all. . . . Now, no matter what, no matter where, nothing again could touch Paul's soul or heart. Love like this could never die, never abate. It zvas. Intrinsic. Past the boundary of the human mind. Held against her heart, listening to her voice, Paul knew the secret essences of the worlds past and to come . . . precious and perfect and enduring . . . Over them, at all times, making their love more poignant, more fiercely precious, was the deathly sweet breath of the tuberoses. . . . They foreshadowed an ultimate end about which, as yet, Paul dared not even dream ... to dream of separation now was to dream of a death more dreadful, more not-to-be-borne than any death the body could ever know. . . . The first definite warning came when the Lady decided that they should leave Lucerne for Venice. Paul did not know, and his Lady did not want him to know, but Dimitry had warned her that the spy. Petrovitch, had been seen near the Hotel — and the Lady felt the cold foreshadowing of the colder steel. In Venice their love waxed again and the Lady said, "As the moon waxes, so shall our love wax, my Paul. . . ." .\nd Paul said, very slowly, "And when it wanes, beloved?" The Lady held his head between her two warm tender hands ; "Love never wanes, my Paul, when it is true," she --.aid. "No power on earth can change it and Death but makes it more perfect. I want you to remember this . . . afterward. Now I want you to remember only me . . . only that we are together . . . utterly together . . . this little while." A banquet for two, with the sun-flooded wine the Lady loved. Never had she been more beautiful, more tender. And afterward she led him to a couch of roses, soft, breathing their beautiful, dying breaths as if conscious of the beauty of their several goings. That night Paul knew the transcendent heights of what great love can mean. That night his Lady talked to him ... of other things ... of the force she wanted him to be in the world when he should go back to England again . . . the big man she wanted him to be . . . Love, she told him, should build beautiful, towering structures, not work havoc and destruction . . . love was of the soul as well as of the body . . . and the work of the soul should be to build monuments to a love that could never die, having no beginning and no end. . . . "But if you should ever leave me . . . !" Paul cried out. "I shall never leave you," the Lady said, "when we are apart I shall be with you. XcTer again will you be alone. This is the thing you must know. This is the precious ointment I would spill at your feet, my Love, my Love. . . ." In the morning she was gone. Paul awakened from a sleep too heavy to be real. The breaths of the roses were dying, too. The night had died and was shrouded in early mist-violet and old gold, acMmm pictuwj lIWl 1 fAASAZlNE "^ One Dollar will hujf today f one of two fascinating 'Touge coml Bourjois JAVA* Face Powder and Ashes of Roses* Rouge No. 88 or Rouge Mandarine* No. 88 (Ashes of Roses Rouge is the red of the heart of a rose. Rouge Mandarine is orange, oriental in effect) Each in full size JAVA is known to American women for adherence, delicacy, purity .TheHouseofBourjoishas improved Java for over fifty years. Now, with the complete Java series, including Peaclres^powderandPeaches'tind' Cream* powder, more improvement seems impossible. Java is made in White, Naturelle, Rose and Rachel, and includes the new and already famous Peaches and Peaches'and'Cream pov/ders. Ashes of Roses Rouge and Rouge Mandarine are fit companions for Java. Literally, they have no equal in subtle blending. Your dollar hill for Java and one of these rouges — is invested in loveliness. Almost all druggists have them. If your dealer has not, ask him to order for you. If you are not in range of a dealer's services, wrap a dollar bill in with the coupon below, send to us, and the combination you choose will be mailed directly. (Postal orders are safest) BOURJOIS PARISIAN JAVA FACE POWDER A. BOURJOIS & COMPANY, Inc. NEW YORK 41^2 West 34th Street PARIS ^•Reg.U. S.Pat. Off. A. BOURJOIS & CO., Inc. PARIS 41 '2 West 34th St. NEW YORK Send rouge-and-powder combination checked below, for which ONE DOLLAR is enclosed. U Bouno.^ JAVA and Ashes of Roses Rouge D Bourjois JAVA and Rouge Mandarine D White □ Naturelle a Rose D Rachel _: Peaches D Peaches-and-Cream NAME ADDRESS. A 83 PAG E