Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1922)

Photoplay Magazine — Advertising Section 99 now it seemed that life had to be like that. De Brissac was fond of saying so, that every life was scattered on various queerly separated roads, that it was merely necessary to employ a little judgment in seeing to it that the roads never converged. And then he would quote Henley's "I am the master of my fate." He really seemed master of his own. And his insight was uncanny. Lately he had said — "You probably find it hard not to talk about me. You mustn't talk. Learn to smile and be gentle and pretty and say nothing" . . . Now it was so that when she had been increasingly beset by that tendency to bring his name into almost every conversation; not in any degree to dwell on their deepening secret but just to bring in his name, to quote his offhand remarks. He was right, of course. Any shrewd person would sense his domination of her spirit. She had been training herself to keep his name wholly off her tongue. As a result, she knew, Alice and Gran'ma, whatever else they might worry about — and they were worrying a little about Henry — suspected nothing. Even Henry, despite his flashes of moody, vague jealousy, had no real suspicions. He thought her too young and innocent. He saw no change in her. Whatever might happen, he mustn't see any. A voice said, very quietly, "Hello!" ___ She started, and turned in her chair, then slowly let the lipstick down on the dresser. That dark little girl stood there, her nervously bright eyes staring out of a yellow makeup, seeming to flicker with a green light. "I used to have this room," the girl added, with a tight little smile. Hattie couldn't fathom the irony in that slow voice. She could only reply, inadequately, "Oh, did you?" Her wits were fluttering. She hadn't yet outgrown the girlish fear that her own turbulent thoughts might be in some way visible to others. Then, as surprisingly, the girl turned away. Hattie sprang up and stepped to the door in time to see her skirt flicking around the corner of the miniature street of bungalows into the open lot. . . . She was gone. Hattie felt her color mounting under the paint. Why had the girl come? What — who — was she? 14. SHE stood in his office, waiting expectantly, unhappily, for him to rise from his desk and take her in his arms; and as she waited she loathed herself. Often she felt like that. The moment came. Then he dropped into one of the big chairs and drew her down beside him and caressed her hands. "Three days more," he said gently. "And God, but I'm tired." It was his first admission of the sort. It touched her. "Your strain is over," he added. "Just those few retakes for you. But you've done it. You haven't failed me. I'm going to put you across as no new girl ever has been put across." She caught her breath. But her mind couldn't follow his. The work had been too exacting, too mean, too much a business of struggle and routine and dimly perceived quarrels in those upper regions of the management, for her with her limited capacity to grasp the possible result of it as one of the smoothly running great pictures you saw in the theatre. No, in that direction her mind went blank. "But my strain isn't done yet by a long shot, dear," he continued. "Not by a long shot. There's going to be a big fight over the cutting. I shall win it, but it's going to be a fight. . . First, I'm going to take a week off. A little rest. Our time has come, little sweetheart. At last. I've stimulated you. I've given you everything that it was in me to give. Now you're going to stimulate me — give to me. . . . Tell you how I've planned. I've had the yacht overhauled and put into commission. It'll be beautiful out on the water from now on. You must manage to slip away for a few days without that sister." 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