The evening world., 1920-11-24
Mime. Leblanc Reveals Philosophy
Of Her Love Break With Maeterlinck
Sc Woman AggreSSOr
in. LOUe She Says,
land Should Rec
OgRize When LOUe
Is Ended and 1t Is
Time for Her to Go
By Marguerite Dean.
C1ayriSat, 1870, By Tzse Puets PrtaShing &c.
(1he NeH Nork Hvming WORLDLY

"EoE , ms '' WISDOM to lore to
10 take ,rlpat Fate, or The
Gods. andy 0lUe,
10 ash no question, to make no prayer,
10 kiss the lips and cdress the hhir,
Speed poSsioHa ebb as you 0reet its
floto--
10 haVe-to hold-cad-in ti1hc--let
GOT"
Laurence Hope.
And this is also the wisdom OF
Cieorgette Leblanc, brilliant actress
sad author. eighteen years the wife Of
the great Belgian poet and dramadbt.
Maurice MaeterlinCk, and whose d.
vorle, quietly obtained in Paris a year
ago last summer, was closely fol-
owed by Maeterlinck's marriage TO
youthful Selysette Dahon. The two
women, With the author Of The Blue
Bird" formed the most talked-abOut
triangle in Europe. Maeterlinck and
his second wife visited America last
winter.
Now, Georgetto Leblanc has Just ar
lived In New York to engage IN liter
aTy work, Of which tho exact nature
remaips at present a secret. And In
her charming little apartment in the
West Seventies, Mime. Leblanc ex-
planned 70 me her truly remarkable
philosophy Of love, which she has
practised as well as preached In real
life.
ought TO preface her unique analy-
sis Of a womRn's heart by saying that
she 10 the most beautiful French
woman have ever met. When sRuW
neP she wore a simple, cord girdied
nes4igee OF some soft, taWny mater
al, n few shades deeper than her hair,
which Is like the banners, yellow,
Golden. glorious of which Poe wrote.
rho costume showed to advantage
the lines OF her supple, rounded hg
IRE and the Dreamy skin OF her arms
ana neck. Her eyes are long and
ere changeFul as an April dag. Al
he time OF the divorce the cables
Grropeously spoke OF her as being
near Maeteriinck's aGe-he is fifty
uine-lbut II a woman Is as old as
she looks, Georgette Leblanc 10 in
n he high tide Of her glorious tttr-
res.
IN love" she told me, ut is the
woman who should choose, who
should pursue. have said did
that and it is true. 1t Is the wo-
man, not the man. who has the deep
est, most tnfalnble instinct for 30
woman is logically the aggressor in
owe. It IS only the part Of honesty
for her TO recognize when love is
when II is time for her to
ro.~ The highest altitude in the
mountainous country OF love is to
ittain the peak Of remuneration with
Uut breaking ones neck"
Nine. Leblanc's somewhat enig-
matte eyes half closed for a moment
"A trick they have. Then she smiled
dashlngly ana spoke several SEN
fences in the quick French so ade-
uuately translated by her friend and
"Mademe says" he explained,
smiling himself, that she Is much
amused by the commandments Of
owe so widely attributed TO her and
which must have been the invention
II some Partisan journalist. And
she says the only one in which sire
really believes Is the eleventh COM
rrandment you made up the other
lay, when you wrote about her:
Thou shalt love thy lover enough to
give him up"
nhen / asked GborEette Leblanc to
toll what abe would Of how her phil.
gsophy of iovo worked out in real
-ife-of that generous giviug-up Of
her husband TO another woman,
about which two continents have
speculated. This 10 her story, told
FOR the frat time in this country:
''It IL very snaple-it happen
very day, and the world has talked
MY because Maeterlinch Is 90 great
a man. In love the end Is always a
natural thing. Love, the most eras-
lie treasure. the highest ideal we pos
.snss. Il terribly IN danger In human
life. which IS brutal and ru!! OF
mares. II We hold love ION high II
risRs failing and being broken y we
1T Il drag on the ground, II u
spoiled ana lost. They are aston
he'd trat a great love ends--they
-o,tlg be 9stonished that u has
been and that 1t has lasted several
1Sf.eterlncH has been tie supreme
owe a. my lre. 7 have neither bitter
7ess nor resentment. ] admire him
3roFoundIy stlll; his philosophy il a
tight % my soul. For that reas sou,
separatida from him Is nothing For
he feeling that have for him It Il
not necessary that I should see n'n
but" hes,tated, is Jealousy nc
art OF love? Have you no Dlttalness
agslnst-the present Madame Maeter-
inck?"
slowly, even before she spoke, the
boautlful golden head shook in denial
"There are seasons in love- said
ieorgette Leblanc, land jealousy Is
II the spring. In the autumn Of love
he leaves full-jealousy is one OF the
caves. In the winter of love jeal-
,usy does not exist.
THE little girl'-that Is how she
peaks OF selyset[e MaeterlinelI-'car
never have what have had. Maeter.
Iinck could not give 1t 10 her y hC
you'd. could not take Il away from
me. She was my friend. Maeterlinel
and I entertained her at our home
he Abbaye DO St. Wandriile. Re-
veTtEe furtNsst from my thought,
1T has never been IN them, II