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D4 ies, Mr. ueMiiie brandishing his pistol Henry's diary recounts what happened next: I tried to take refuge in the house but grandma wouldn't let me in, knowing that she could not then do what she had been trying for some time to do, namely, keep the trooper out of the house. I trusted then to those two old reliables which many a time stood me in good stead—my legs, and before the trooper came up with me I was safely concealed in an adjoining corn- field. Had the trooper's pistol not become entangled in some way in his effort to draw it quickly, I might not be here now to tell this tale. Nor would he have married Beatrice Samuels, as he did in July of 1876, and there would not have been born to them two sons, William Churchill DeMille on July 25, 1878, and Cecil Blount DeMille on August 12,1881. On his deathbed William Edward called for young Henry and the others, gave them his blessing and issued final instruc- tions, being both a religious and practical man. He told Henry to measure the space behind the vault to determine whether there was room both for him and mother, too. He told him how deep the grave was to be dug, that cement, not mortar, was to be used, instructing him where to buy the cement and how much to pay for it. Also he was to purchase flagstones in preference to bricks, which he did not like, and these were to form a simple tombstone. He chided them for their grief as they stood there, silently, tears rolling down their faces. Henry DeMille, a dreamy lad given to books and hobbies, wanted to be an actor but took a path trod by other DeMilles, to» the Episcopal vestry. One day he asked his mother, '"What would you say to my becoming an actor?" She replied, "It would break my heart/* His marriage, at twenty-three, to Mathilda Beatrice Samuels was a fusion of two radically different tem- peraments. She was a go-getter, afire with ambitions for their future and that of their two sons. Dutifully, Bill was born in the old family home in Washing-