Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-04-19
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Booth Harrington
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/ wife. Remembering the stir that her
application for divorce had made.
did not understand how Harman's
death could benefit her. unless George
had some reason to believe that he had
made will in her favor. However,
the remark had been made more to
himself than to me, and did not re-
spond.
The morning papers hared once
more with the name Of Larrabee Har-
man, and we read that he was iinger-
ing. And the dancer had been right
One of her legs was badly broken.
She would never dance again.
A great many people keep their friends
in mind by writing to them, but more
do not. and Ward and belong to the
majority. After my departure from
Paris had but one missive from him.
a short note written at the request of
his sister. asking ME to be on the
lookout for Italian earrings to add
to her collection of old jewels, SO
from time to time sent her what |
could lind about Capri or in Naples.
and she responded with neat little
letters of acknowledgment.
Two years stayed on Capri. eating
the lotus which grows on that happy
island and painting very little. But
even on Capri people sometimes hear
the call Of Paris. so there came ut last
a fine day when l. knowing that the
horse chestnuts we're in bloom along
the Champs Elysees. threw my rope
soled shoes 10 beggar. packed a
rusty trunk aud was off for the banks
Of the Seine
At the end of fortnight ! went
over into Normandy and deposited
that rusty trunk OF mine in corner
Of the summer pavilion in the court
yard Of Nine. Brossard's inn. Les Trois
Pigeons. in a woodland neighborhood
that Is there. Here | had painted
through prolific summer of my youth,
and was glad to find. as had hoped
nothing changed. for the place was
dea: to me. Nine. Brossard dark,
thin. demure as Of gore. fine looking
woman with a fine manner and much
the flavor of old Norman portraitsl
gave me pleasant welcome. remem-
bering me readily. but without sur
prise, while Amedee. the antique servi.
tor, cackled over me and was as proud
Of my advent as if had been new
egg and he had laid me. The simfle
is grotesque, but Amedee is the most
henlike waiter in France.
| He is white haired, fat old fellow
always well shaved. as neat as bill
lard ball. In the daytime, when he
| is partly porter. be wears black tie
Ia gray waistcoat broadly striped witt
scarlet, and from waist. to feet a white
apron like skirt and so competently
encircling that his trousers are of mere
conventionality and no real necessity
but after 6 o'clock becoming altogeth
er maitre hotei) he is clad as any
other formal gentleman.
! Amedee's Suggestions as to my re
past were deferential, but insistent
His manner was that Of a prime min
lister who goes through the fern Of
| convincing the sovereign. he greeted
! each Of his own decisions with very
loud "Bien.' as If startled by the bril-
'liancy of my selections, and. the, menr
being concluded. exploded whole vol
| ley of ''Biens" and set off violently t.
| instruct old CASTOR, the cook.
The inn itself is gray with age, the
roof sagging pleasantly here and there
and an old wooden gallery runs the
length of, each wing. the guest cham
bers of the upper story opening upor
It like the deck rooms Of steamer
with boxes of tulips and hyacinths
along the gallery ratings and window
lodges for the gayest of border lines.
In the course. of time and we'll with
| in the bright twilight Amedee spread
| the crisp white cloth and served me a
table on my pavilion porch. az
| feigned anxiety lest should find Ger
| tain dishes Ghose which he knew were
most delectable, not TO MY taste, bu
was obviously SO distended with fatu
Gus pride over the whole meal that i
became temptation to denounce a.
least some trihing sauce or garnish
| ment. Nevertheless SO much mendacity
proved heynnd me. and spared hin