Photoplay (Jan - Jun 1926)

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Department 22 NADDY & COMPANY Whottsale Jewelers 239 Broadway, Now York [Opp ■ ... f.i„ll„ll\ like that, adopt a different name for a specific purpose." "I see," Gaillard's voice was edged now, with irony, with bitterness. "I see that I have been loving a woman who has never existed. That is what hurts so. To think that for sixteen years you lived in East Machias. To think that you are the daughter of a traveling salesman — and one of eleven children — one of — " "Gaillard, don't say too much." "And I had thought — been thinking — poetry — song — mystery." "Gaillard. don't be silly. You couldn't have believed all of these things, literally." "To think that—" I.iliih was losing her temper. As Mildred P. Means she had lost it quite frequently. "Well, here is what you are to think — that I was named Mildred P. Means and that I considered it expedient, not to say more euphonious, to change it. That my poor, hard working and thoroughly respectable mother had eleven children and the very devil of a time trying to bring them up. That my father was a traveling salesman and not a very good one at that. That money was usually short, if at all. and that these shortages were brought home to us very unpleasantly, at least once a week, by the various butchers, green grocers and butter and egg men in our vicinity. That I went to village parties in my elder sisters' hand-me-downs and that I had a beau who worked in the local garage. That—" "Oh, Lilith, please — please — I have cared so much." "You have cared? So that is the verdict, is it? Well, I might have known. But at least I have been honest with you, GailLrd. I hope my — my successor will be as honest. I didn't have to tell you, you know — not now — not yet. My Past is carefully strewn over with orchids and incense — it would have been easy, but I had to be honest with love." Gaillard looked at her, for the first time since she had begun to speak. He saw her ivory face, her bronze hair with the green and amber lights, her silken body, drooping now, like a flower, her slim, long hands — Mildred Means — Lilith Flame. What was the difference after all? Surely from out the Dark Ages a soul had come to dwell in the incongruous frame of East Machias. He bent toward her, himself again.. "I love you, Lilith. I love you with a love that is great enough to forgive you even this. We will never mention it again. It will be as if it had never been. We v. ill forget. We all have things in our past to forget and who among us shi cast the first stone?'' Lilith was in his arms. Honestly r Securely. "All our lives together," she murmured, "all our lives together." ***** T/WTY knocked and Lilith called. "Come in." i-v She guessed that Katy had bribed Takio into letting her announce the waiting car. She said, "The tar. Miss Lilith. the car is at the door. Well, for the land's sake!" Lilith stared, stared. Was Katy going out of her honest, stolid mind? She certainly looked it. She. Katy. the trained, impersonal, retiring servant was staring at Gaillard De Coven, arms akimbo, mouth open, im redulous and yes, familiar. "For the good land's sake," she repeated, loudly, in a pre-stardom tone of voice, "if it ain't old Pete Hodgkin's boy. Pete Junior. Wasn't I in the fifth grade with him myself? Didn't I live a block away from him in West Machias? Wouldn't I know him anywhere for the spitting image of his pa? I'd know you in Timbuctoo. Pete, for all the fancified clothes you've got on you — you and Miss Mildred — well, now. the pairo' you. Have you been back to Machias lately? Now say, you've got along real good, haven't you?" Gaillard's elegantly manicured hand was pressed against his high, aristocratic brow. "Lilith," he said, chokingly, "I feel upset— couldn't we — ?" Lilith. enigmatic, stern, motioned to the suddenly inarticulate Katy to be gone. Sht took Gaillard's hand from his unnaturally florid face. She petted his head with soft little taps of love, of forgiveness, of conspiracy. She murmured little intimate terms of adoration. She had the beautiful nicety not t< laugh. She carefully and tenderly readjustee his mask. "What were we saying. Lilith." he asked wearily, from the shelter of her arms, "some thing about the past — as I said, we all — ?' "We were speaking about living the Pas' down, de-arest, you and I — all our livestogether." As an Actor Frank Godwin Proved to Be a Fine Painter [ CONTINUED FRe>M PAGE 31 train, my skull opened to make sure the presence of gray matter would not interfere with my acting, and finally my blood was analyzed and a long file of ladies with thermometers in their mouths was led past me and the thermometer readings taken to see if I had sufficient S. A., which is Hollywood for sex appeal I awoke early with horrible sensation that the test was still to be gone through with. Hiring a large car, my son and I drove to the studio. AT the studio I was informed Miss Nilsson would go through the lest with me. "What courage!" I thought. "Brave little woman." Then. "Maybe she loves me and wants to die with me if such must be." Suddenly a rough bass voice from somewhere yelled. "Anytime, Miss Nilsson. that you're ready to be shot ; we're all set on stage six." Sliot! It was true! She was going to die with me. We went to stage six. My son came along. So did Peter B. Kvik and H. C. Witwer. Arriving on stage six. however. I learned from Lambert llilyer. the director, that the test was merely being photographed in one 01 the scenes from the forthcoming play. Anna Q. and I ^we^e told what the story of the scene was and. believe me. she had the best of it. Her back was to the camera most of the time and while I was registering sorrow. thoughtfulness, amusement and cynicism, she was reminding me of fifty cents I've owed her for years, since she last posed for me. She said I ought to pay her since I won that chest expansion contest. But I was acting. I was steeped in Histrionic Art. I didn't hear. I glanced out of the set once to see the effect my work was having on my audience. My son had turned his back and was watching Johnny Boyle operate his camera. Pete Kyne and Harry Witwer were watching the work in another set. The director was working a cross word puzzle. Anna had gone. That evening a telegram awaited me at thel hotel. It was urgent I return to Xew York. I With tears of apology I broke this news tol John McCormick. He must have known that there were many demands upon my time andti that it was too much to hope I would grae~e| Anna's new picture. lie had already hired another actor. advert isemenl in riloTOl'LAY MAGAZINE is guaranteed.