Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-06-16

carrying a doll baby in his fragile forepaws.
The tame leopard walked out Of a moOnlit
clump of trees and permitted Renolds to turn
double somersaults across his beautiful back
The marmosets staged q chase up and down
the long, slim TANKS of the solo dancer. Three
pale gold angora cats played ring around-a-
rosy. flaming macaw few across the scene
and alighted on the branch of q tree.
1t was quite an act, ending with Renolds
surrounded by his menagerie. birds along his
arms, the leopard at his side, the dog standing
on the back OF one of the angoras the mar
mosets chittering, the macaw waving its tri-
colored widespread wings and the lights caus-
ing the waterfall to leap In glory.
This final tableau was posted in autographs
all over the lobby and along the bill-boardS
of the town.
1t gave people pause. Especially the young
girls whose feet could ache so at night liked
to gather before the faunal figure in its jungle
setting. Pagan beauty. Fleet climbs before
the wind Release from pavement bound
fatigue, All these and more were ground into
the colored Autographs.
Small wonder that the letters continued to
stack up on the table in RenoldS' dressing
room. Girls hocked to his act. Women,
especially the tired, earth-bound ones who
stood on their feet behind counters all day,
wondered about him.
There was an ecstatic sort of mystery aaout
the man who can be wondered about What
was Renolds' life? Fantasy, INDUCED in By
the meager girls in their meager rooms, ran
wild.
Actually his life was this:
THERE was truth In the rumor that the
two-week-old bride of Renolds had fallen
from a flying trapeze. The short blunt facts
were that she had broken her back cracked
her skull and met with torturous internal in
juries. She was frail beauty of a girl who
had danced before q row OF footlightS most
Of her life, and, with the sometimes astonishing
endurance and vitality Of the frail, had wealth
cred the horribleness Of the accident and had
at least won her life. Precious little more
than that. The back healed but kept her
fiat on it. The skull healed but the mind
could bend and flicker like lamp in a gale.
Internal displacements sometimes tore at Ema-
die and made her frantic with pain.
And yet the mystery Of TT The eternal
mystery of the will to live? Both Renolds
and Emadie fought for that hfe chung to it,
struggled to keep it going.
There is an old Hindoo saying that mo one
but God and knows what Is In my heart"
Well, no one but God and Renolds could quite
have known the quality Of love, endurance and
forbearance that Renolds poured into those
long years that were aftermath to the night
his crushed and broken bride had lain writhing
at his feet after the hurl from the trapeze
Renolds gave himself to the remnant of this
life that had been left to him with ZEAL
with an intensity that were nothing short of
fanatical, and with the sometime tendency of
a mind that is tortured, to vent itself against
the one most loved. Emade literally pirated
off the quality of mercy that was Renolds'.
She was exacting she was jealous she was
dictatorial and. in the frenzy of her pain poor
creature, was often abusive beyond the telling.
Even her doctors sometimes forgot forbear-
anca, reminding her that there are limits even