The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-10-17
Count Mourl1 de Beaufort in the Chi cago Examiner.

CONVERSATION where do
 A you remember is frequently re- 4 \ peated is apt to be intimate snd
 to have great deal of charm for both participants. It was case like that when 1 had the pleasure Of dining with Signor Scotti, an old friend of Paris days.
 It was the first time we had dined to- gether in three years. Naturally we had a great many things to talk about. I wish I could tell about some of the dinners and suppers Scotti and I have had together in Paris. In Montmartre, in the Quartier Latin and in the more orthodox places, the Ritz and the Grand, but I think I had better not-they would appear too frivolous for a hard working newspaper man.
 Scotti is a real through and through Bohemian and is at home and makes friends wherever he goes Truth to tell, I have never heard anybody call him "Signor;p he is "Scotti' all over the world.
 I remember one evening as one of the gayest of my life. It was some seven or eight years ago, I had just been 'vegetating" in India ron Sumatras northeast coast and was more than over joyed at being back on the boulevards, the lights and the music. Comte de perigord of the same family as Prince de Sagan and Boni de Castellane, but ler me say right here that is the only thing he has in common with thenl-was the host Scotti was one of the guests. or course the party only started about mid night. After a round of visits six or seven of us packed in and on one Of those old fashioned Paris "fiacres"-it was before the taxi time-to fAbbaye, the Rat Mort. Bal Tabarin and various other places
 About o'clock we went home to Peri gord's apartments across the river. We all insisted that Scotti should sing. Good natured fellow as he always was, he promptly got up and sang; what it was I do not remember at this late date, but I know it was good. The nights festivities had not interfered at all with his voice. In our party YVES an Englishman, thoroughly English, al- most exactly as they are in some stories, but otherwise all right.
 Whether his memory was somewhat dimmed or whether he had lived on his farm all his life, I give the benefit of the doubt. but anyhow he did not know who Scotti was, and when the latter had finished our friend from across the chan ne thought 1t jolly rotten'' He ad- dressed Scotti with: q say, old chap, pardon me, but where did you study vocal?" Scotti told him.
 "Well, ah; really, I think you ought to go and ask the bounder to return you your money.' the Englishman solemnly replied turned around on the couch and went asleep again. | Scotti joined good naturedIy in the | laughter and challenged "Berte' to get up and show what he could do. And "Bertie screwing his "glaws' in his l right eye, scrambled up. and with By jove, old chap, l will,' went to the piano and in some way or other l initiated singing. The least said about it the better, but when he turned round on the stool with an expression. i"Well?'' Scotti quietly walked to him and ask d;
 '1 say. old chap, where did you learn 1 to sing?. = @ as
 Bertie drew himself up and proudly said q never was taught
 "Hm," came the answer from Scotti, that is exactly what l thought" Bertie looked up, and taking his glass out of one eye and putting it in the other, ad- dressed Scotti in the most serious man ner with 'I say, my deah fella, you are not chaffing me. hope? What?"s
 We reminisced about all those little l pleasant incidents thousands of miles away from the scene of action, in Chi cago, in corner of the Annex grill. "Scotti there is one thing 1 shall | never forgive you. Do you remember | there it is again) the night we dined l at "Pallard's?" A stunning, perfectly dressed American girl came in with rarty of Americans. You, you Villain ] went over and talked to her for about half an hour and you never introduced me- It was most selfish of you.' | .Ah, mon cher" and he laid his hand on my arm and smiled that perfectly fascinating smile that makes everybody capitulate 'I did that for the best She was fiancee to Frenchman, a very excitable seigneur and-a very good pistol shot"
 "Well, what has that got to do with my meeting her?'
 And again Scott smiled. and he waved his hand in dismissal of the sub joct ahd confidently whispered, "A lot. and you know it?