Pola’s Kiss

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 922, 15 March 1930, Page 24

Pola’s Kiss

“Just Cooing Doves” She Told Interviewer QUASHING A RUMOUR “We are just a couple of cooing doves. Why do people want to say that we are again estranged?” Miss Palo Negri’s eyes flashed ns she replied thus to my question today whether it was true that a new hitch had occurred in her relations with her husband, Prince Serge Mdivani, writes the Paris correspondent of a London paper. Recently the famous flint star withdrew in the Palais de Justice here the divorce proceedings she had started against him on the ground that—although she still loved him--he objected to her placing her art before everything else. The reconciliation took place as a result of a last-minute effort by the judge to settle their differences. Ee left them alone for a few minutes in his private room—and when he returned they told him they had decided on “a second- honeymoon” instead of a severance. LOVING MORE AND MORE “Why, it is simply ridiculous,” said Miss Negri today. “We are reconciled for ever. We cannot live without one another. Every day we love one another more and more. “Is that not so. Serge? she said, turning to the prinee 4 "Yes, dear,” he replied, and his princess rushed Into his arms and sealed the words with a kiss. Princess Mdivani was -wearing a costly leopard-skin cloak and a magnificent fur over her russet-brown dress, in the corsage of which was fastened a large platinum buckle set with diamonds. Appropriately for a visit to her country home on a damp winter’s day she wore brown leather Russian boots. “Tell the chauffeur to be careful; the roads are very slippery,” said the prince, as they embraced again. “Yes, dear, I will look after myself,” answered his wife. ”1 shall be back by 6 o’clock; but I must see mother, you know.” “Here are our divorce papers, said Miss Negri to me before she left, bringing from a cabinet a file of documents tied with red and blue ribbon. “Do you know what we are going to do with them? We are going to consign them solemnly to the flames of our Yule tide fire. We are so happy, and I wish people would not say such absurd things about us. Why cannot they leave us to our happiness? ’