The Washington herald., 1922-02-05

The Story of a Thrilling
Night in Paris and Its !
Bizarre Aftermath.

4 the back Of the room. beyond the
~ marble topped counter OF the Ameri-
4 y can ber-America is to the bars OF
Paris what England Is to her tailors-the ht'
tie tables were spaced widely; the clientele Of
the place were Of that kind which frequent.
fy needs privacy. without. the moderate
rafac Of ths Rue Daunon. the leakage from
the spats Of the boulevard. oozed past its
door; within, two or three ornate ladies sat
each alone At . table with her untouched
glass Of Hqueur before her. motionless.
wordless. sunk In . seeming Of gentle mel.
anehoty, and in the furthest corner Mr..
James Smith held forth across his table for
the enlightenment and pront Of his two
young friends.
-Neumannr' he was saying IN accents Of
surprise. PONY Neumahni Mean TO tell
me you DON'T know Pony Neumann7 Well
you certainly ought to know Pony. It's an
education for any manr'
He himself was q man Of about 80 years
Of age. bullet headed and thick in the neck.
His clothes and linen had a snowy sunp-
tuosity; the whole Of his accoutrement was
choice and costly, and with it went that
manner Of sophisticatson. that art Of gesture
and attitude, which In only acquired to per.
fect3on by those to whom bars and raes
courses and gaming houses are the familiar
lanAmarks Of Life. His blunt featured face
had . sort Of callous cheeriness. but neither
the gr.css Of his manner nor the gloss Of
his equipment availed to hide the feral and
dangerous quality that inhabited the man
- fame inhabits = lantern. OF his two
yeung companions. one looked like . jockey
and the other Ike q curate: nevertheless.
ssfther was . horseman nor an eeclesiastic-
-wei. what about im?" queried the
ssunterpart curats. restively. What Is =.
any 'ewr
-what b her echoed James Smith.
-Hs's everything that you're not. me Lad.
md svxythinE you'll never Be. When you're
tarkdng about Pony you want to be careful;
he's got more friends than q pretty million
atrsss. and dont know the man that can
~ he ever got the better Of him Fellers
hks you-"
But what Is 'sr" tneesrupted the other.
whats . DOT Us three-wen. Tim an
-. eur game Is Enashing stumsrs; you're q
tsvs,sr; but what's this ere Pony7 That's
what I was asktn'r"
or Mr.. James Smith was neftined.
well. doat know Just what you'd call
him. Hs's IN = class BY himseh. January
till March. you,n md him At Monte Carlo
or Biaritz: then . moath Or two In Paris;
then over to London for the season and back
Th@n
he'll trot on to Carlsbad. maybe. an In the
winter yorre lnke,y to hear Of him at Cairo
or thereabouts. Wherever the swells are
the real sweus and the real money-thers
you'll md cid Pony holding his own with
the best Of 'em and not losing by 1t, you
bet! Why. II that feIler was to write .
book, there'd Be scores of 'em-seores.
paradise o that kind down to members O.
parftanent an stock brokers-that I'D never
b shss to show their f,ees again.
-Ysee. he's got the style for It Man
Il about forty-nve. I should say. and plump
ish, with . kind Of short spoken hearttness
about him and . friendly look; you'd take
him to b . colonel In the army or . lively
kiDd Of country squire. And he's got that
trick O dresstns-you kDowi The minute
rou - II you know it's the right thing.
Ivs seem him on ne Promenade des Anglais
1t Nice. Two or three Of en- coming along
tsrether, General This an Sir John That an
old Pony all tosethr-Pony doin' the talkin'.
too-an' give you my word that out o. the
bunch O. them Pony was the one I could
havsNseen afraid Of an called sir when l
vas spsaktn' to him.
Ths youth who looked Like jockey
eeughed eonsurnptvely. wiped his bps. and
Eiancsd at his handkerchief ere he returned
h TO his pocket -Yees." he arawled.
-Blacknairs his game. then7-
Mr.. Smith hesitated. Il dunno" he said
thouEhttuIly. You can hardly call 1t black
nailin' when Pony does it And it isn't his
oaly game. anyhow: Pony never misses a
chance. Why. talktn' Of Nice, there used to
- . feller down there, the Honorable Sam.
usl BarieiEh. Young feller he was: son of
. lsrd. but his family had kicked him out.
and he spent his time busily and solemnly
Eolng to the devil. He was regularly totter.
ing from side to side between delirium tre-
mems and suicide; never saw such a beast
b sight - that chap when he really got
geing. Wen, Pony had a look at him an
put out feelers for information about him
an his people. and when he'd learned all