San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-02-11

and under the black wing of it was
deep groove into which you could lay
forefinger. A piece of shell had
plowed it neatly. The Russian boy
who called himself Orloff had the look
in his eyes of one who had seen things
upon which eyes never should have
| looked.
! Sometimes Gideon Gore made ten
francs a day, sometimes twenty, some
times fifty, infrequently a hundred. He
did not think at all. He felt nothing.
Sometimes, down deep, deep in a long
forgotten part of his being a voice
called feebly, plaintively to the man who
had been Giddy Gore. But he shut his
cars and mind and consciousness and
would not listen.
The American girls were best, the
gigolos all agreed, and they paid well,
though they talked too much. Gideon
Gore was fayorite among them. They
thought he was so foreign looking, and
kind of sad and stern and everything
His French, fluent, colloquial, and be-
wildering, awed them. They would enun-
ciate, painfully:
"Je pense que-um-que Nice est lie
plus belle-uh-ville de France"
Giddy, listening courteously, his head
inclined as though unwilling TO miss one
conversational pearl falling from the
pretty Americans lips, would appear to
consider this gravely. Then, sometimes
he would answer:
"You said something! Some burg,
I'm telling the world"
The girl, startled, would almost leap
back from the confines of his arms only
to find his face stern, immobile, his
eyes sombre and reflective.
why! Where did you pick that
up?"
His eyebrows would go up. His face
would express complete lack of COM
prehension. "Pardon?"
Afterward, at home, in Toledo or
Kansas City or Los Angeles, the girl
would tell about it. Il suppose some
American girl taught it to him, just for
fun. 1t sounded too queer-because
his French was so wonderful"
Mary HubbelI Of the Winnebago Hub
bells, with her father, Orson J. Hubbell,
and her mother, Bee Hubbell, came to
Europe early in 1922.
The three Hubbells were thorough
| ly nice people. Mary Hubbell had done
completely good job during the 1918
1910 period, including the expert driv-
ing of wild and unbroken Ford up
and down the shell-torn roads of
France. One of those small-town girls
with a big-town outlook, a well-trained
mind, a slim boyish body, good, clear
skin and steady eye that saw.
The well-trained mind and the steady
seeing eye enabled Mary Hubbell to dis
cover that Europe wasn't so gay as it
seemed to the blind; and she didn't
Write home TO he effect that you'd never
know there'd been war.
Orson J, and Mrs. Hubbell had never
been in Europe before, and they en-
joyed themselves enormously. That
is to say, Mrs. Orson J. did, and Orson,
seeing her happy, enjoyed himself vi
cariously. They went everywhere, did
everything. Mary boosted a pretty fair
French. Mrs. Hubbell conversed in the
various languages of Europe by speak
ing pidgin English very loud.
They reached Nice in February and
plunged into its gaieties. Just think"
exclaimed Mrs. Hubbcll, rapturously,
"only three francs for a facial or
manicure and two for a marcel. It's
like finding them"
"If the Mediterranean gets any
bluer,' said Mary, al don't think l can
stand it, it's so lovely"
Mrs. Hubbell, at tea, expressed de-
sire TO dance. Mary, at tea, desired to
dance but didn't express it. Orson
]. loathed tea; and the early draying
business had somewhat untitled his
sturdy legs for the lighter movements
of the dance. But he wanted only
their happiness. So he looked about a
bit, and asked some questions, and came
back.
Seems there's a lot Of young chaps
who make business of dancing with
the women-folks who haven't dancing
men along. Hotel hires 'em. You pay
EN- so much a dance, or so much an
afternoon. You girls want to try it?"
81 do" said Mrs. Orson J. Hubbell.
"Then that's what all those thin chaps
are who have been dancing with those
pretty American girls. That's nice
looking ono. over there-no, no.-danc-
, ing with the girl in gray, I mean. If
that's ono I'd like to dance with him,
Orson. Good land, what would the
| Winnebago ladies say. What do they
call 'em, | wonder"
Mary had been gazing very intently
at the nice-looking one over there who
! was dancing with the girl in gray. They
call them gigolos,' she said, slowly.
!, Then, Get that one Dad, will you, il
you can? You dance with him first,
Mother, and then I'll"