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Photograph by White
One of Marguerite Clark's greatest stage successes was as the
charming and fanciful heroine of "Prunella." Miss Clark later
made this into one of her best motion pictures. Above, Miss Clark
and Ernest Glendenning in the stage version of "Prunella."
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N the east of the picturesque Evangeline country, a low house almost hidden in a grove of trees. Wide, vine-covered galleries, suggestive of ante-bellum days. An old-fashioned garden
enclosed in hedges of blossoming roses. The brilliantplumaged cardinal and the mocking-bird dart in and out the odorous magnolia trees.
Peaceful in its dignified setting is that estate on the outskirts of the town of Patterson, Louisiana.
Along the garden path, with shears and culling basket on her arm, comes the chatelaine of the lovely home, a dainty figure in ruffled flowered gown. Four or five diminutive Chihuahua dogs dash up and down the path before her, ludicrously important in their chase of indolent butterflies.
It is Marguerite Clark, in
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a setting far more becoming than any of the pictures that made her the idol of the movie-going public ten years ago ; whose fan mail from all parts of the world broke Hollywood records — and who gave up homage and fame for love.
ANOTHER picture of Marguerite Clark. •Her husband's family home in New Orleans. A big stone mansion set on a highterraced lawn in an exclusive neighborhood of the most fascinating city in America.
She walks down the wide stairway from the second floor, conventionally but modishly gowned in golden brown. A bit of mechlin at throat and wrist; a small string of pearls around her neck; no rings. Her beautiful auburn hair, with its natural wave, brushed simply from her forehead. Quiet. Self-poised.
Cordial and charming her welcome. So unchanged her appearance that one cannot help but blurt, "You look exactly the same as you did ten years ago." And in return one gets the same dazzling, mischievous smile that sold hundreds of Liberty Bonds in New Orleans eleven years ago and perhaps won her husband. For it was when she and other screen stars came to the South on a Buy-a-Bond service that she met her husband, Harry B. Williams, one of the wealthiest and most prominent men of the state.
At the very height of her stage and screen career, Marguerite Clark withdrew from public life for marriage.
That was ten years ago. Is she she satisfied? Has
was now?
Is
happy
she ever regretted her retirement? What does Miss Clark think of the screen now? What does she think of the new-born talkies?
Here you will find the definite answer to all these questions. Miss Clark speaks for the first time from her retirement.
The courtship moved quickly. One took no chances of letting so bewitching a girl out of sight, especially when stories were told of a line of disappointed suitors from ocean to ocean who could testify to her determination never to many. "For no reason at all," she said, when telling about it, "I had decided that I would not get married. It wasn't that I had set my heart on a career: it was simply that marriage had not entered my thoughts."
But she did marryr which proves that all young Lochinvars do not come out of the West.