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A PHOTOPLAY BREVITY
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DRAWING BY VINCENTINI
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He didn't move for a long time, just knelt there with a rosary in his hands . . . after a time he arose and came down the aisle . . . then turned and said, "Want some help, kid?"
LOVERS 1 COURAGEOUS
The first of a new type of feature which presents the true Hollywood heartbeat in many moods — the touching story of the Don Ameches' lost dream
BY MARIANNE
THIS is the story of a movie star and of the strange week in which Fate brought me to know him, to know him better than most people, even though I am but a mere acquaintance. For I saw him as himself, not the smiling actor, but as a man who played a sad part. And I saw the revelation of a great love as it blossomed and grew from a lost hope.
In these paragraphs I shall tell you the simple but deep love of Don Ameche and Honore, his childhood sweetheart. It happened like this.
Once I saw a man kneel and pray, tears in his eyes. At least, I thought I saw tears, but I was crying, too, so maybe it was my own tears.
That was the day the doctors told me I would never walk again, not normally, at least, like other girls. So I had hobbled into the little chapel in the hospital to ask for a miracle, but he had my place at the Blessed Virgin's altar. So I sat in the dimly lit pew and waited for
him to go away because I felt like being alone.
He didn't move for a long time, just knelt there with a rosary in his hands, not counting off the beads, merely holding it. After a long time he arose and came down the aisle, sort of blindly, brushing past me as though I were not even there. He went a few steps, then turned around and said, "Want some help, kid? . . . It was my first meeting with Don Ameche.
I said, "No, thank you," and started slowly down the aisle.
He appeared to hesitate for a moment, then asked, "Sure you can make it?"
I nodded, but he stood there until I had knelt in his place at the altar.
In the next few days, heartbreaking for the
three of us, I saw unfolded before my eyes the
great love story of Don and Honore Ameche —
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