Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-02-01
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A novelist seeking nocturnal ad-
venture. finds girl in evening dress
in Grosvenor Square, London. The
girl informs him that she has taken
pleadings she answers go away"
He asks a strange man to hail a
taxi to take the girl to Middiesex
on the way to the hospital the
girl fights to jump from the cab.
Calling at the hospital early ,he
next morning he finds the girl con-
scious and Is assured OF her recovery
by the nurse In charge.
The girl says she is Lady Grace
Tarset Of 2ls Grosvenor Square and
Groswyn- She says she has quar-
relied with her lover. Carlo Scarlati-
pianist
The novelist follows Carlo to
Hotel Superbe. Brussels, and begs
Scarlati says he has been married
for several years to Jeanne Darbot-
He says Jeanne disappeared SO Mr.
George goes to the district OF
Charities. France. the land of her
birth, to hunt for her.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Chartres seems to be fun Of
music mistresses. and not one OF
these IS called Darbot. Inquiries
at hotels, postoffice and police sta.
ton, revealed no Darbots of any
kind, musical or otherwise. Then
decided to advertise, and enlivened
the happy periods of waiting by
regular visits to the cathedral; this
was the only possible amusement.
together with sweet sirups in cafes
II I had not received grateful let
ter from Lady Grace. l should have
taken to liquor stronger than sweet
sirups.
My advertisements for music les.
sons yielded a number of replies,
not one signed Darbot. / realized
that Madame Scarlau, presumably
reverting to the name OF Darbot,
might have chosen another city,
that Charities was perhaps not her
home town. Thus you will picture
me at Chateaudun. at Chateauneuf,
at Chateau-I don't know what.
raising anazement everywhere by
my passionate interest in music mis-
tresses. l found some, more and
more Of them. Completely democrat
lied, i began to call on them; some
were red-haired. and some were fine.
But no Darbot!
At last, having spent a month on
this melancholy quest. writing daily
to Lady Grace to keep up, my cour~
age, l arrived at Dreux, a small
town, where the hotel informed me.
to my great relief, that there was
only one music mistress in the town.
Carried away by habit. went to
see her. She was fine. as Scarlati
had said, too fine. But her hair
was black, and her name. alas. was
Madame Bordat. was in such
state shat / took an elementary les
son in harmony and left the town.
1t was In the train that my
anemic fancy began to play with
this visit, and that suddenly | saw
the Implication of the word Bordat.
B-o-r-d-a-t. otherwise D-a-r-b-o-t
Maderioisclle Darbot was concealed
under the name of Madame Bordat.
And as for red hair or black
an adventurer of my experience
might have realized that the tints Of
women's hair are somewhat fugitive.
/ jumped out Of the train at a way
side station, waited for four hours
for the train to Dreux, found at NV
hotel an announcement in THE
Times" to the effect that a marriage
had been arranged between Signor
Carlo Scariati and became
hysterical and rushed to the door of
Madame Bordat.
She received me with perfect
calm, asking If wanted a second
lesson the same day? In a few
mangled sentences ! stated the OBJ
ject Of my journey. She listened to
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