Evening star., 1926-01-10
SABRI

I slightest trace Of the perfume that
( Paul Sahri made for her over 30 years
! ago, Three times in score of years
+ | have opened that sealed jar to let
great persons admire the fragrance.
Once ! opened 1t for Il king of Eng
land, once for u former President of
Your splendid republic. and once for
the divine Bernhardt. Ay. for Bern
hardt, who begged me to let her take
little sniff of the lost perfume! II
made her Swoon with delight Mon
cher Audigier.' she nurmured, if you
could make one ounce of that perfume
and present it TO a fisherwoman in the
Ialles centrales she would be queen
OF the world in three months.
4 = x x
EIGHT hours later the Boot of Fate.
= masquerading CIeverly in the
the gorgeous suite occupied by John
Willoughhy Denton: rode triumphant
ly on Il silver salver carried by &
negro valet who had collected the
cables from the pompouS concierge OF
the exclusive Carlton.
Denton stirred. rubbed his eyes,
turned a glance. of sleepy affection
upon the negro and murrnured Il greet
ing. Morning. Peter
Morning. Capn Jack.
Nv nat have You got. Peter
"kebblegrams. Capn."
The silver salVer, carrying the Boot
Of Fate, approached the bed. Young
Mr.. Denton reached out u hand, took
the uppermost section of the Boot.
opened it and stared at the contents
with Sleep-dulled eyes.
The absolute indecency of the mes
sage came to him slowly. on the
little strips OF white tape paper pasted
to the blue form ran an unpunctuated
dirgS reading:
''Renton Carlton Hotel Cannes
France big smash wall street, absu
lutte ruin nothing saved, cannot send
money, come home, father
Slowly Jack Denton took the second
message. He caught the eye of the
negro and tried vaIiantly to grin.
Evidently the second cable was filed
little later than the one Denton
had digested. Also it was plain that
whatever knowledge of the English
language the first telegraphist pos
Sessed was lacking in the operator
who took the second from the wire.
The words. strange to the French
lightning-J Jerker, We're run together
without spacing of any kind, and this
curious lack Of verbal privacy made
the message appear more Weepful and
direglike than the first.
Denton Carlton Hotel Cannes
Allhopegone solvencyshattered-
pletely worstsmash everrecorded un-
father"
The thing seemed like a drawn-out
howl.
Peter" said John Willoughby Den.
ton. springing from the bed, we're
broke! Do You get me? Dad has been
cleaned out of his last dime by sharks
in Wall Street. Get me a scrap Of
paper out of my dinner jacket"
The astounded negro obeyed. He
handed Denton the slip of paper and
the young man stared at the amount
he owed Audigier.
Peter" continued the young man,
were in a bad way. We're about
4 900 miles from home and we're bank
rupt. What used you to do when you
lost large sum of money at craps
and couldn't pay?"
why, Cap'n," answered Peter, "Ah
jest went right away quick to another
town"
That can't be done here" said
ball, Peter. Great snakes. This has
jolted me. Get me that tweed suit,
will you? I'm going to take a walk in
the country to clear my head. Zowiei
First thing in the morning. No, the
heavy shoes. Peter"
The sun-kissed Cote d. Azur became
suddenly repugnant to John Will
oughby Denton. He avoided the
Croisette and moved by side streets
upon the railway station. lie longed
for some place, quiet and peaceful,
where he gould think.
He reached the station without an
encounter. A big express was walt
ing to charge southwark to the Ital-
ian border. Denton shuddered. In
that direction lay Antilles and Nice.
Monte Carlo and Mentone.
There, in untold numbers, lived the
carefree rich that he wished to avoid.
With wits trif1e ratified he stag
gered across the tracks to the north