Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1924-Jan 1925)

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Her jewels furnished her with a little money. In Berlin in Madrid, she lived for a time— secluded, for always, night and day, she heard m her heart the Prince Danaili's words: 1 shall drive you to the same death. . . . I shall make your life torture ... you will welcome death." Terror and poverty drove her almost to desperation. How could she continue to live ? She had been raised in luxury ; she knew no craft. Suddenly, in her extremity, an idea came to her. She had one talent, that of telling fortunes. She could read hands and faces. A little thing, perhaps— yet it offered hope. She decided to try it. Of course, there must be some hocuspocus" about it. People were never impressed by plain truths. So she spent her last money on paraphernalia ; she surrounded herself with mystery— with incenses—she called herself "L'Emgme — The Enigma. ... And because she had an uncanny skill, she succeeded. People flocked to her. It was easy; she charged high prices; she made herself inaccessible. In a year, she was prosperous; in two years her name was famous. . , She took precautions. She disguised herself as well as she could; over her abundant hair she wore a tight black wig that gave her a gypsyish look. She wore jade earrings, and a peacock-embroidered scarf. Her entire personality seemed to have changed. As to her nationality, she was non-committal. She knew languages ; when ( she was confronted with the question: Are you Spanish? Italian?" she would say— "I speak it a little." So time passed. She was not happy. Only one memory was a happy one; the memory of a few brief moments. And always, in her heart, was that terror of the vengeance she knew was pursuing her — slowly, perhaps, but implacably. She knew the Italian heart ! Four years had passed. Madame L'Enigme" was in London. Society had taken her up. One day she heard in her anteroom a voice that thrilled her. Her one friend— Richard Oake! Should she go out? "My uncle — Mr. Millburne — would like to have Madame come out to his house. It is a bazaar— a charity. He will pay well. So his voice explained to her assistant. She stepped out, saying: "Bon jour, Monsieur! I am Madame L'Enigme. Kiara, you may go." He stared at her; bewilderment was in his eyes. "You are Madame . . •" "Yes." Her heart beat wildly. But she went on: "You wished ..." "But . . ." He was looking down into her eyes. His voice was gentle as he said: "You! I am not mistaken. ; You are not L'Enigme; you are . . ." "Sh'" She lifted her hand warningly. "Not here ! Do not say it. But you are right. I am ... the woman you once knew — and helped !" It was not all joy in his eyes; there was despair as well. "And . . . and free?" he whispered. She winced; she thought she understood. ■ "You — are you free?" she asked him. Slowly he shook his head. "No, God forgive me! I searched for you as long as I could. Then I came back to England. A woman ... I am engaged to her. . . . 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