Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1919-1980, 1922-01-25
Starigh 7
By the Noted Author
IDAH M'GLONE GIBSON
Love Comes.

I WSlC III tHe dpdI tmSuL uOuSe IOt
by and everyone recognized Thee
dore Stratton's car.
1t was not until later, howeve
that l really sensed the mistake
had made in allowing him t
bring me home or pay any ind
yidual attention. In no othe
place in the world does the tongui
of scandal wag as 1t does in movie
land. No one Is ever given tn
credit of succeeding by sheer harr
work. If you speak of some BIZ
actor he has always gotten his Do
sition because some woman was IL
love with him at his beginning
and, being power on the screen
she made him. And no girl, M
matter how impeccable her con.
duct, ever escapes the lifting OF
the eyebrow and the compression
of the lips which intimates some
thing dark and shadowy in her
past If she reaches the top.
Any young woman who starts
into the profession must be Injured
to this; she must regard her own
conscience as her standard and
let the world judge as it will.
1t has always seemed to me
that the movie-fans prefer to have
their favorite actors and actresses
the heroes or heroines OF some
more or less petty intrigue. With
out 1t they would be too perfect.
Those most interested in an ac-
tress like to say: "Oh, she is hu-
man just like the rest of u.s."
| wonder why that word "hu-
man" when applied to a person al
ways means some little vice. To
be human is not to be deviltsh any
more than to be human is to be
sod-like, and yet human charac-
Leristics according to common un-
ierstanding are reprehensible.
Although knew that many eyes
were looking at me l purposely
fingered longer than was neces-
'ary as extended my hand to
Theodore Stratton and he held il
4 wee bit longer than | wished
Under the circumstances.
will you come up and see my
little apartment" l invited.
And, oh, l was SO afraid he
would.
But Theodore Stratton knew
What was what. mo, my dear,
;hild, l will come sometime
hough, and bring Maud Samson
With me. 1t is an unfortunate
hing, Miss Winston" Ct WINGED
little as l heard him address me
ormally) that the motives of
nen who are much in the public
'ye are always misunderstood. II
lave to be, careful not only or
'our reputation but of my own.
I | should visit your apartment
very eye that is watching us
light now. would grow rounder
md larger for the moment-thenI
t would narrow with sinister sus-
'icions. That is the sad thing
bout our profession. Our motives
re always suspected"
How my heart leaped at his
words. How generous, how won
erful he was! How splendid
ate had been to me. Was ever
,irl so fortunate as L?
looked up into his race and
omething I saw there gave ME a
urprise that was almost painful.
Trembling l extended by hand
gain. He barely touched my
ingers. Careful, careful, my
ear child, remember you are al
rays on exhibition"
Then he raised his hat with the
anne grace that distinguished him
n the screen and left me.
l hurried through the lobby,
ushed upstairs, and locked my
elf in my room. For a moment |
TODD rather uncomprehendingly.
hen, with rush my sense of hu-
Tor came to me and laughed.
Why had l locked the door? |
What did l think was pursuing
le?
Notwithstanding l knew II was
II foolishness l was again dra-
'atizing myself as I had ali my
te' Since that day l have con-
Iuded that this ability to dra-
latize ones self is the ability to
ut ones personality upon the
Green, although of course, be-
ind the locked doors of my little
'om, was just playing a child
h game.
| arose, tiptoed to the door, un-
'cked it as softly as possible and
Dened it quickly!
Love rushed in!
| felt my face grow hot, for l
'alized that ever since that night
the "AleX" love for Theodore
ration had been knocking at nay
eart. 1t had put Ria's affairs.
las friendship, even my work
Id ambition into the background
Id | had just passed through the
ost supremely happy half-hour
my life.
l sat down in the little, low
cking chair. My beating heart
hispered; He is interested in
e, He is so splendid! He knows
much; he is so chivalrous and
,ble. He is just what want the
yer that l dreamed was coming
me to be,
And what of Maud Samson" a
tile demon Of doubt murmured.
Hand SanSnn with her ffrad ax,aol