Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1943-01-03

and laughed-as I'd never heard him laugh.
There was triumph in his laughter, and happl-
ness, which l answered as l laughed with nm.
There seemed to be kind of victory which swept
through him as he looked down at me from his
great height and for the first time l enjoyed a
surge of power, felt it tinge through my whole
being, 1t was the power which his possesslveness
gave me, combined with the knowledge that was
going to give birth to his child. That after my
varied experiences was to come into the right OF
every woman-motherhood
Now l had the most important OF all reasons
for giving up my career-to make a home for my
family.
From then on our life together had no resem-
blance to our former life. The pattern was COM
plete enjoyment Days evaporated in plans for the
future.
Darling, he's going to be girl" Serge would
say.
Our laughter constantly mingled as we went
arm in arm through the toy departments and lay
cite shops of Los Angeles No matter how many
things l bought in pink, Serge duplicated them IN
blue Or vice
He never came into the house without present
for me. A solid gold dresser set. Giant bottles OF
perfume Jewelry! And he sent flowers every day.
He was all tenderness and more thoughtful than
| ever imagined man could be.
1t was easy to put back in my mind things
which had happened before-my meteoric rise to
fame and fortune the days and months in which l
never relaxed, when was worried and anxious and
worked so hard.
Now had $5,OOO,OOO and time to rest. time
to retire, to be happy and forget everything that
had ever veXed me-
So I forgot about Hollywood, even before Serge
and departed for Europe, with complete layettes
in pink and blue and nursery furniture, carefully
Grated.
Our trip on the ocean and then the days in the
chateau il. Normandy were sheer citation. l saw
the house and the gardens, the private park and
chapel with new eyes. 1t was indeed Paradise.
No sacrifice could be too great for this marriage,
for is child l carried
Serge shared every thought, every dream with
me, ar hours slid past too fast We LACED
through the swift months, c. Crushing JOY,
would often lie awake at night just to think of the
store of happiness which was just ahead for me
.. for u.s.
Through the years to come was to try to re-
member those months in detail time of pure
delight. When hoping was my obsession.
l was in good physical condition, but the doc
tor cautioned me about taking sufficient exercise.
walk every day." he insisted. mo matter if
it rains, bundle up and get out of the house"
he told Serge that he must see that carried
out his orders, and, ever-attentive, he went with
me on daily hikes.
We were never in higher spirits than that aft
ernoon we started to walk and soft drizzle began
to fall. l hestated and would have turned back
except for Serges insstence.
To reach the myrtle grove, where would be
sheltered by the trees, we went through an under
ground passage of the chateau. Serge held my
hand as we climbed from the passage up the steep
marble steps which led onto the terrace.
Just as l reached the topmost step l slipped.
Serge tried to grasp my hand more firmly but
couldn't My ankle turned and lost balance. l
screamed and clutched at the air, and fell back
ward, down the entire flight of steps