Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1942-12-27
Intimate Memories Of HoI-
wood and Europe by the
amous Film Sfor-So
IS Strangely the FotaI
Woman Both in the Lives
Of Her Lovers and In
Q Her Own Life

tO0lGnL-ln
with your Juliet cap"
| caught my breath painfully.
Strange that you should say that to me, Serge,
because when had this costume made l thought
would wear it only when was the happiest bride
in the world
The music suddenly changed from a waltz to
a tango. The slow dreamy beat made me remem-
Der against my will that Rudy and had danced
to that same music.
please excuse me, Serge" said Il must go
II want to be alone with my own thoughts
Il understand he said and he did not try to
hold me as turned and walked from the dance
floor.
He had told me that he would wait-that he
would be patient. that he understood. Oddly
enough l recalled all this outside on deck.
intended to go to my cabin, but l saw the
moon, the silver clouds and stars. The night was
soft. leaned over the deck rail and welcomed the
breeze my burning face.
Music was still playing. but now its rhythm was
fast and merry The brasses and the strings
blended with the drums. watched the stars and
the moon and for the first time in over year /
was afraid of loneliness Afraid-and why not
with so much gaiety, so much laughter! The JOY of
life all around me and heard it and saw it
and was afraid that l could never feel it again!
Why shouldn't be gay? Rudy would want me
TO be dancing and laughing could almost imagine
that he scoded me to return TO the saloon by say
ing 'Poita, you are young and life is too Won
girl and man stopped beside my chair They
kissed and laughed and kissed again They did
not notice me-or perhaps they did not care who
saw their romance. | watched them go down the
deck, hand in hand, and became more than ever
aware of the frocsome vivacious atmosphere
around me-and wished desperately that l could
become part of it.
Perfumed spray touched my cheek A glass of
champagne was poised in front of me-and Serge
Mdivani said:
Lets drink to the JOY of living
That the keynote l wanted to hear that
night He had sounded t-and drank the wine.
The quick warmth welcome-and | was
glad Serge had found me. l did not want to be
there al0ne-and it seemed that he understood
this, too.
How wonderful it is to hear you laugh" he
said
1t was wonderful to laugh. We laughed then,
together. Why not? The trip would end the fol-
lowing morning | thought then what a miracu-
lous remedy the voyage had been for me-
Out of a sudden silence, as | seemed to see
Rudolph Valentines spirit lowering near, Serge
said
Il believe in Fate. believe that our Destiny
is written together"
That kind of talk from him was so unexpected
it gave a start. | couldn't answer at first, but
then laughed and said:
We'll forget. This is only a mood"
mo! This is not going to end tomorrow when
we get off this ship he said II love you Pola-
and I'll follow you wherever you go. And I'll wait
I've said it before-Tll wait"
Lets not be too sentimental" said and held
a my hand. Good night Serge"
~ turned and left him there and went to my
cabin. >|>E
The next morning when left the boat at Cher
bourg, Serge appeared suddenly out of the crowd
and stood beside me- He was there when the
porters and photographers came to meet me He
was there wien the newspapers were held before
me with the heralding headline:
P0LA NEGRI TO WE'D 80
PRINCE SERGE MDIVANI
What does this mean, SERGE l asked. who