The Washington herald., 1912-10-20
~ KSto CareW.

Paris, October -.
~ EALLY. dear ones. you can take 1t
X from me, Pari. is a most insinu-
~ ating and insidious city!
You wouldn't believe what gay young
thing your female relative has become
since she has sojourned here and taken
daily doses Of the Metchnikon microbes
She's bought frisky little girlish hats and
dufry neckwear, and she's met the Byron
of Paris musician. scholar and heart
breaker. and felt her own weather-beaten
cardiac region thrill bit to his charm.
In the first place, he wasn't in the least
the typical long haired. moon-eyed mu-
sician I'd been led to expect from his
aesthetic name and his esthetic reputa-
ton.
On the contrary, he. looked nice and
sensible. with Just enough OF an afusuc
atmosphere lowering around him to make
your auntie realize that he was q success
full writer of songs and operas-and rather
a lady slayer.
Now. ask you, wouldn't you look for
something highly romantic about the
name Isadore de Lara?
Doesn't it suggest terraced garden
white walls. green moonlight ana the
scent Of jasmine?
OF course, it does
Well, all it has for environment Is tne
usual French fat on the irst etase'
businesslike sitting room. with nuge
piano filling up half Of 1t. and DOCKS ana
music and photographs scattered every
where.
And. oh. I forgot, half a dozen dumb
bells in a corner. because the compose.
of The Garden Of Sleep" Is something Vi
an athlete along with his other accom-
plishments. An,
Naturally I thought. too. that he'd talk
to me in French.
But no.
"How do you do. Miss CarewE' ne sara
in a deep voice. and he shook hanos Win
that urgently confidential air OF long
awaited rapture. which becomes eecoha
nature to some men as soon as they've CUT
their social wisdom teeth
DECLARES HE'S A cockNEY.
oh" 1 gasped. how nice that you
speak English"
"Rut I am English" he replied. with
mildly explanatory smile I'm even
cockney. born within sound OF Bow beHs'
YOU know But come and Sit DOWN
He pulled a big. masculinely comfortable
armchair close to the fire for me. anu as
nes.led in its downiness and enjoyed the
usrmth after the biting September VINO
vhich has been making Paris city OF
misery furtively studied him
He's very tall. and little. Just a little,
heaviness is settling upon him he mas a
noble sort Of head with waving piacK
hair. a brown skin. regular features snort
,,ustacbe and great melancholy, Byronic,
dark eyes
He wore a most picturesque green vel
vet Jacket and flowing tie. and he looked
as the tenor hero in grand opera ought
to look. but never does.
He drew another chair opposite mine,
and settled himself In it with htue
sigh of contentment Then he gazed
earnestly into my face. and felt that at
last / was appreciated at my full worth
1t was such a gratifying sensation that
nv nice little preparatory speech took
wing. and what / blurted out was:
You're quite the most un-English per-
son these experienced eyes Of mine have
ever beheld. You must have some for
eign blood. haven't you?"
.Oh, yes," and he laughed SO that all
his cleaning white teeth showed. "As
a matter of fact. I had Spanish ances-
tors
Thank goodness!" 1 calculated. for
eugenic theories would have been put out
of working ord er il you'd been born and
bred Of all English stock"
He appeared to find Americans very
amusing. for he treated me to another
real, all round. joyous laugh.
Then he commenced to interview me,
beating out little accompaniment with
one hand on a polished table beside him.
How do you like Paris. and what are
you doing here?" he asked.
VERY much. and I'm Just interview