The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-05-24

the coiffeurs shop. Monsieur Al
phonse was waiting upon a Gus
toner, and she was given a chair. In
a few minutes he descended the spiral
iron staircase and desired to know
mademoiselle's pleasure.
You speak Bnghsh?" she asked.
But certainly, mademOiselle'
She gave little sigh nf relief.
Il wonder, she said. If you remem-
Der waiting upon my brother last
Thursday week. He was tail and fair,
and something like me. He mad just
arrived in Paris"
Monsieur Alphonse smiled lie rare
ly forgot a face, and the young Eng
lishman's tip had been munificent
Perfectly. mademoiselle, he an
swered. They sent for me because
monsieur spoke no French"
MY chambermaid, Marie. told me
that you might perhaps know how he
proposed TO spend the evening" she
continued. He was quite a stranger
in Paris, and he may have asked for
some information"
Monsieur Alphonse smiled, and ex-
/ tended his hands.
1t is quite true" he answered. lie
, asked me where to go, and | say to the
Folies Bergeres. Then he said he had
heard a good deal of the supper cafes,
and he asked me which was the most
amusing. / tell him the Cafe Mont
martre. He wrote it down
DO you think that he meant 10 go
there?" she asked.
But certainly. He promised 10 come
and tell me the next day how he
amused himself"
THE Cafe Montmartre. Where is q, p"
she asked.
In the Place de Montmartre. But
mademoiselle pardons-she will under
stand that it is a place for men"
asked
Alphonse smiled.
! "But-yes. Only mademoiselle under
stands that if a lady should 90 there
she would need to be very we'll es-
| corted."
She rose and slipped coin into his
/ hand.
Il am very much obliged to you, ="
she said. BY the bye. have any other
people made inquiries of you concerning
my brother?"
mo one at all. mademoiselle:' the
man answered.
She almost slammed the door behind
/ when she went out
And they say that the French po-
! lice are the cleVerest in the world" she
exclaimed Indignantly.
| Monsieur Alphonse watched her
through the glass pane
"Ciel! But she is pretty" he muir
INJURED TO himself.
| She turned into the writing room.
and taking off her gloves she wrote a
/ letter. Her pretty fingers were limo
cent of rings, and her handwriting was
a little shaky. Nevertheless, il is Ger
/ tain that not man passed through the
room who did not find an excuse 10
| steal a second glance at her. Ihis is
what she wrote:
My Dear Andrew: 1 am in great
distress here, and very unhappy. ]
! should have written TO you before, but
| know that you have your own trouble
to bear just now, and hated to bother
you. / arrived here punctuallv Oh the
date arranged upon between Guy and
| myself, and found that he had arrived
the night before, and had engaged a
room for me. He was out when I came
l changed my clothes and sat down to
wait for him. He did no; return.
made inquiries and found that he had
left the hotel at s o'clock the previous
| evening. To cut the matter short, ten
days have now elapsed and he has not
yet returned.
| Il have been to the embassy, 10 the
| police, and to the mOrgue. Nowhere
have | found the slightest trace OF him.
| No one seems 10 take the least interest
| in his disappearance. The police shrug
their shoulders, and look az me as
though l ought to understand he will