A Woman of Paris: A Drama of Fate

A WOMAN of PARIS A Drama of Fate

In order to avoid any misunderstanding, I wish to announce that I do not appear in this picture. It is the first serious drama written and directed by myself. CHARLES CHAPLIN

A small village, somewhere in France.

Marie St. Clair, a woman of fate — victim of an unhappy home.

"I'm locked in."

"I must see you tonight, Marie, about our plans for tomorrow."

Planning for the future, they return.

"We'll get to Paris by noon, and in the evening, we shall be married."

"He's locked the window."

"Your daughter has been locked out."

"Perhaps he will provide you a bed for the night."

"Don't trouble."

"Come to my house. Mother will put you up for the night."

"I'll get mother to prepare your bed."

"Please don't wake her."

"Oh, I don't know what to do."

"Don't worry dearest, tomorrow we'll forget all these tears."

"I wish to see you, alone."

"Get that woman out of this house!"

"What do you mean? I'll call mother, she'll understand."

"She's been locked out, that's all."

"I'd better go."

"There's a train leaving for Paris at twelve-fifteen. We can catch that."

"You get the tickets. I'm going home to pack my bag."

"Don't be long."

"Father, they're determined to marry. Why not make the best of it?"

"I never want to see him again."

"Has he got any money?"

"Please say 'goodbye' to him before he goes."

"Jean, say 'goodbye' to your father."

"Quick, the doctor!"

"Jean, haven't you left yet?"

"Is that you, Marie? Something terrible has happened. We must postpone our trip."

"Just a moment."

A year later in the magic city of Paris, where fortune is fickle and a woman gambles with life—

PIERRE REVEL A gentleman of leisure, whose whims have made and ruined many a woman's career.

MARIE ST. CLAIR From the drabness of the village to the gayety of Paris——

"The richest bachelor in Paris."

"Who is that?"

"One of the richest old maids in Paris."

"Who's the man with her?"

Pierre Revel makes a study of eating as he makes an art of living--

"Those perfumed handkerchiefs stink my kitchen out."

CHAMPAGNE TRUFFLES.

Early the next morning -- MARIE ST. CLAIR'S APARTMENT.

FIFI, a friend -- Young and vivacious -- living as youth will live.

"Why, Marie, of all the lazy people --"

"Come get up. Wasting your life in bed --"

"What are you doing up so early?"

"I haven't been to bed yet."

The business office of Pierre Revel.

ENGAGEMENT ANNOUNCED Mr. Pierre Revel Miss Louise Trudaine EVENT WILL LINK LARGE FORTUNES

"Won't this complicate matters?"

"The other lady."

"Call her up."

"Who?"

"The other lady."

"Hello dear, shall I see you tonight for dinner?"

"Why, of course."

"She doesn't know yet."

Paulette, another friend.

"Has Marie seen this?"

"Well, such is life."

"Don't worry, Marie dear. Everything will come out all right."

"It's no use, Pierre, I can't go out tonight."

"I'm too depressed."

"You're not worried about that, are you?"

"It makes no difference to us. We can go on just the same."

"How can you talk like that?"

"I'll see you tomorrow when you are in a better mood. Goodnight."

That evening in the Latin Quarter.

"Hello, Marie, I'm in the studio of a friend of mine. Why don't you come along?"

"What's going on?"

"Oh, just a quiet little party with a few friends."

"You can easily find it. It's the studio on the right or left, I don't know which."

"Well."

"Well."

"Well."

Time makes strangers of intimate friends and formality covers their real emotions.

"My, but you look beautiful."

"I see you've become quite an artist."

"Then it's understood, you're to paint my portrait ?"

"Here's my address. If you will call tomorrow we can arrange details for the portrait."

The following morning.

"This is the gown I'd like to be painted in."

"Why, Jean, who are you in mourning for?"

"My father."

"When did he die?"

"The night you left."

"Ask the gentleman in the next room if he would care for some."