Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-01-31
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A novelist. seeking nocturnal ad-
venture. finds girl In evening
dress in Crosvenor Square. London.
The girl informs him that she has
poisoned herself and wants to die.
To all his pleadings she answers
He asks a strange man TO hail a
taxi to take the girl't1 NIiddlssex
tai the girl fights tc jump from the
cab. Calling at the hospital early
the following morning he finds the
girl conscious and Is assured Ct her
recovery by the nurse in charge
The girl says she Is Lady Grace
Tarset OF 3l6 Grosvenor Square and
that her father Is the Marquis OF
GoswyD. She says she has Quarreled
with her lover. Carlo Scarlati. plan
ist The novelist promises to bring
Carlo back to the girl. Calling at
Scariatfs hotel. the novelist learns
that the pianist has gone to the
Hotel Superbe. Brussels. He calls
at the home OF Lady Grace and Ia
grudgingly admitted TO the sick
room, where Lady Grace is slowly
recovering health.
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
In the morning she had had an
interval OF lucidity. for now she was
again rather comatose. She did not
at first seern to recognize me,
though J pressed a lax hand and
reminded her OF the incidents of the
night. 1t Gas only when I pro-
nounced the name OF Scarlati that
she revived: ooh. where Is he?" she
asked. "Where yes. I remem-
Der you now. where is he?"
Ties in Brussels. I'm going to
him tonight"
ooh. you must bring him back.
shall die II you don't"
did not reply for a moment. She
affected me now more than she had
done before: 1t was not only her
extravaEant beauty. but her limp
ness. her weakness. her complete
forlornpess. Again had to keep
down the impulse that had come In
the cab. to take her into my arms.
console her, wean her away. from
this absurd infatuation. But 1t
would have been no use: her heart
was as surely given to the faithless
one as Titania's to Bottom the
weaver. So. after a while, left aer.
She laid upon me thrall by saying:
"If he doesn't come back soon III
have to try again"
Thus. next morning. Just after
nine, so as to be sure % catch him,
1 presented myself at the Hotel
Superbe. Yes. Mr.. ScaSlau was in,
but would see nobody. This cost
me twenty francs. given to the por-
ter. The valet confirmed that Mr..
Scarlati would see nobody. This
cost me hundred francs. The
situation was SO humorous that !
wondered whether Scarlati would
charge me a thousand francs. In
fact the solution was simpler. for
the valet came back to say that his
master would not see me; thcreupon,
being, as l have said before. elk foot
two in height, / informed him that
would knock his head off IL he
annoyed me. and walked into bed.
room where Scarlat was having his
breakfast.
What the F.. p" began the
musician.
II apologize for disturbing you"
] said. closing the door and sitting
down.
Il don't want your apologies"
said Scarla;i. in good English. but
with foreign accent. Il only want
you to leave the room"
Impossible. have a message
FOR you from Lady Grace Tarset."
He gazed at mo in horror. and mean.
While / surveyed him. lie was not
at all repulsive: he wore his hair
very long and nc had one of. those
romantic mustaches, but he did not
look too Italian. His Mir was
black, but reasonably black; also, he
had certainly shaved close and had
bath.