My strange life, the intimate life story of a moving picture actress. Illustrated with photographs of America's most famous motion picture actresses ([c1915])

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MY STRANGE LIFE of applause each night. Of course, I was de- lighted. But I really believe that dear little Kitty was even happier than I. There was never a more generous person in the world than Kitty! And it was this success that brought me for the first time in actual con- tact once more with Beaver-Face. Not that I had not seen him constantly about the thea- ter; but beyond a curt nod, he had never acknowledged my presence. His whole atti- tude suggested that having turned me over to the stage-manager after I had brought him my letter from Roland, his duty was done. Nevertheless, I was constantly stumbling across him as I came off the stage. More than once, I had glanced aside in the middle of a scene to find him watching me with that same old dying-calf expression which I found so inexpressibly comic. But I think I am within the limit when I say that we had not exchanged above a dozen words since the day I first saw him. I had been a little piqued at first that he had made no comment upon the progress I had made. But I had decided that it was just his way, and had let it go at that. But at the end of the eventful week when I had made my first legitimate "hit," he stopped me after the Saturday afternoon [71]