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Val
entinos Spirit
To Natacha Rambova He Of His Adjustment to
BY RUTH BIERY
THE morning I came down the hill from Rudolph Valentino's home where I had slept in his bedroom, reported to be haunted, I was consumed with an intense longing to meet Natacha Rambova, the woman for whom Valentino had built this cragperched nest.
I had heard and read about her meetings with Rudolph Valentino's spirit. I wanted to hear what she would say about them. I was not at all certain but that I had felt that same spirit during the memorable night in his bedroom.
I have said in the first story that I am neither a scoffer nor a believer in the return of the spirit. I say now that were I to spend many hours with Natacha Rambova, I should be a believer. I spent several with her in New York City and I believe her to be as assured of her messages from her departed husband as you and I are assured of what we have eaten for breakfast each morning.
Her faith dates back to the time when Rudolph Valentino discovered that he was psychic. Until then she had paid no more attention to the occult than the average man or woman who is spending every moment to develop a career and make a living.
The insight into Valentino's powers came shortly after the death of June Mathis's mother. The four were constantly together and the three — Natacha, Rudolph and June — suffered together at the mother's departing.
A woman who had been a long-time friend of Mrs. Jenny Mathis was at the funeral. This was the first time that Mr. and Mrs. Valentino met her. A few weeks later they received a letter from her.
THE MYSTIC LETTER
NATACHA laughed as she recalled this letter. "It was a wild letter. The woman was afraid we would think her a fool. She said something like this, 'I was sitting down the other day starting to write when my pencil suddenly started to go backwards. It really embarrasses me to write this to you but when I had finished — my hand writing automatically— I had to hold the paper before a mirror to read it. It was a message for Rudy.'
Above, an informal photograph of Rudolph Valentino, and one of the last ever to be taken of him. At the right.a crowd of his fans gathered about his tomb in Hollywood; and on the opposite page, two significant poses of Natacha Rambova
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