Evening Star Newspaper, January 10, 1927, Page 25

PHY EVENING BTAR, 'WANHINGTONM T. U, MOKND! TANUARY: 10, 1927 ¢ POR RED HAI Mrs. Leslie Carter’s | \ Own Story of Her Life Excerpts from the most amazingly intimate revelation of a human soul you ever read TR ¢ H & peey . 3% DR r’&h-i & ¢ I “My life has run in strange places. I have been not only a celebrated actress, but a naive convent gitl, a society woman, a traveler, a wife and mother. I have known the heights of , Iy success, but likewise, I have known the :flhs of despair. My e / //m ANR years have been full of color—as col as my red hair.” Lig il P e A CRUCIFIED BRIDE - b SUCCESS—*"WB BAT* ' S R, o casmbnd o of i e i T i S B A I TR i i *What is it sbout me you all so actively dislike? My youth? You knew that- thirty. It was the first time I wag ever to see an sudienee flare like dinder ¢ when Leslie Carter married me. My spirits? I ride out into the hills alon, its emotions and pandemonium break loose. High on its tiptoes it shouted, the Lake front anywhere where.n]zhete ;“:::aurydmls heard bz;u tell Leslie f'l clapped, it bravoed. P ey that hmm;;:ty_‘f::dmom.ol:‘rfoz éz;e thin‘gos you p:zmc éim&s ly m& the defl'.- s 42 alm. His fice trunsfigored. “You never—never—naever Y . know what I that . bearthat! Do it mesns? It means FLIGHT FROM HUSBAND il o Hieve sckc O Fhird A varros agin’” *T1l have no harlots in my house,” said Aunt Margaret, speaking of isguided aursemaid. gl A DEFIANT QUEEN *“Listen,” I answered with deadly precision. “You've thought for me. You've Mra. Carter cells of s London performance of “Zaza” arrended by eatn for me. You've dressed fory;npe. You've had my bay!?ot me. But in shis B0 the King and Queen, who were just entering theis box. instance you shall not act for me. If you send that unfortunate, helpless girl Sl A hiss has menace back of it and hatred; it is devoid of good away you'll send me with her.” inte&xl. lrknaw nod:hi‘ng that will dnfin [ pe!fl;l'l face more 1 kept my word. That night found my baby and myself and a few necessary quickly of all color, than the malice of a hiss. belozngz installed at my fnothe:'s. NZ :m!;yum of y‘r:uuiom noamount of /- startled look about him pleading would make me go back and bruise myulf?ailyagfim their vicious andieat, ibl DIVORCE—FRENZY lines. She waited gaving "Wbeofldtd:;wumcffll!i;ois,lw denudedoffluz!:hhghmhz * come again. T never saw finer sction. one thing—a thing you could not samp out—you could not crush— could not uuuhxl;.xse with anything fonne% on God's green m-.dfi’:; BELASCO QUITS HER sbiding end eternal —my mother’s love. Her heart was like the heart in Mrs. Carter revealsall the denils of Belssco's deserting her. On the nighe m.:bpme:x ‘anGlu' I;vho :; it rfillcd dimml f(.be blcxllndlsdgf tl;e wel:i who hg. cn; it of her re.marriage, she says: aut, cried softly: "Hast thou hure thyself, my child?" I cried every e - idnight in Bosto oursine, Belasco called eighteen months, and then one day I forgot tyo ay.” 7 PhA;mm P Gt s Gedin i "' have just heatd from strangers o thing I donot belleve,” he said. “They SHE MEETS BELASCO 2y you g:‘v:e married. I it true’? i = ;Onef:w‘uofimbminhcowdmdmemmbeenmpped *“There were marks upon his tones of some deliberate intent. § by a face with a subtle kind of distinction that made it ua- “Yes, Me, Dave, it' 1 . W @ common—some indefinable air hard to explain. M. Belasco's con: and— e .l'rue. i B 2 "'“ fikeithae. “‘Some one wrote that more can be said in one minute than can be forgor = _'He;e was not one man l’lrpr a lan:drcd melx:. ]ude:h was l;leée ten in a liffedme. Bl:d‘ the voice came, that voice ::(ou nature had never in the sensuous curving lips. Rome was here i the tighdly partaken of anything but comfort and encoutagement for me and its white-hot curled hair of a pre-consul. Greece was here in the - tones were everything that made him kick the laddet from benesth my feet. beautfully cut, clearly silhouetted profile with the soft ivo: or one finds in the faces . . A | 3 o#Oriencals. The Flol?enline of Italy too, in gepx‘num of the whole mouth, ‘1;“" ¢ just birterness; it was as if you had taken all the sounds of hure gestralned and a little cruel. He was dramatic in himself as his plays were ST UL end & hostile iciness and typified them into one note. dramatic, surprising and vivid. He was like & coin, not the coinage for en ‘Listen! Caa you hear me?" he called. ‘I want you to hear me, because you oedinary populace, but some delicately carved metal struck off fora special are listening to my voice for the last time. Do you hear it? Do you hear it?" ocaasion.” “Hear it? 1 shall hear it unti] I hear nothing more forever.” ot Mrs. Carter’s story begins in this week’s issue of Liberty—don't miss ‘the first installment. “The Portrait of a Lady with Red Hair”