Evening star., 1923-02-11

with a tangle of wire. silk, wood and
something that had been the mech
anician. lay inside the German lines,
and YOU would hardly have thought
him worth the disentangling.
They did dsentansle him. though.
and even patched him UP pretty eX-
pertly. The bone in the lower right
arm, knitted promptly and properly.
being young and healthy bone. but
they rather overlooked the matter of
arm nerves and muscles. SO that later,
though il looked perfectly proper arm.
it couldn't lift four pounds. His head
had emerged slowly. month by month,
from swa things of gauZe What had
been quite a crevasse in his skull be-
came only scarlet scar that his hair
pretty well hid when he brushed Il over
the bad place. But the surgeon. having
no real way of knowing that Giddr' 5
nose had been a distinguished and aris-
tocratically hooked Cory nose. had re-
nodded that wrecked feature into a
pure Greek line at first sight of which
Giddy stood staring weakly into the
mirror. A well-made and becoming nose.
but not the original feature.
Look here he protested 10 the
surgeon. months too late. Look here,
this isn't my nose.
BE glad" replied that practical per-
son. that you have any"
With his knowledge of French and
English and German Giddy acted as
interpreter during the months of his
invalidism and later interment and
! Ia, yr
had no news of his mother. though
With 1918. and the armistice and his
release. he hurried to Paris and there
got the full impact of the past year s
events.
Julia Cory was dead and the Cory
money non-eXistent.
Out Of the ruins--a jewel or two
and some paper not quite worthless
he managed a few thousand francs
and went to Nice. There he walked in
the sunshine. and sat in the sunshine
and even danced i'll the sunshine. 4
dazed Young thing together with hun
dreds of other dazed young things. not
/ thinking. not planning. not hoping. The
| francs dribb.ed away. Sometimes h,
PLAYED baccarar and won: oftener he
PLAYED baccarat and lost. He moved
| in a sort of trance, feeling nothing. He
! was still sick in Elind and body, though
| he did not know it. Driftwood. like
| thousands of others. tossed up on the
shore after the storm; lying there
| bleached and useless and battered.
| Then. one day in Nice there was nc
money. Not a franc. Not a centime
He knew hunger. He knew terror. He
| knew desperation. 1t was out of this
period there emerged Gedeon Gore
| the Gigolo.
! THIS Gedeun Gore of the Nice dan,
i SAINTS did not even remotely re
semble Gideon Cory of Winnebago
| Wis. This Gedeon Gore wore French
! clothes of the kind that Giddy Cory
had always despised. A slim, sallow
sleek. sad-eyed gigolo in tight French
garments. the pants rather flappy a
| the ankle; effeminate French shoe:
with fawn-colored uppers and patent
leather eyelets and vamps. most de.
| spica BILE: slim cane: hair with q
magnificent natural wave that looked
4 artlncally naTceleU NJ, tulS was no
Giddy Cory. The real Giddy Cory lay
in a smart but battered suit case un.
der the narrow bed in his lodgings
| The suit case contained:
Item. one gray tweed suit with
name of London tailor inside.
Item, one pair Russia calf oxford.
| Of American make.
Item. one French aviation uniform
with leather coat. helmet and glove.
all bearing stiff and curious splotche.
Of brown or rust color. which yol
might not recognize as dried bloot
stains.
Item. one handful assorted medals
ribbons. orders. etc.
All Europe was dancing. Paris
Nice. Berlin, Budapest. Rome, Vienna
London, writhed and twisted ant
'tnrned and jiggled. And over all th'