Evening star., 1926-01-10

VI swept the playing cards from
The table, took from his ves
pocket a gold-Cased pencil
ana proceeded to total the numerous
entries made on the back OF the menu
Fhe game with the Young American
had come 10 an end and the drunken
column OF figures that resemhled a
Clpher-made picture of the Leaning
Tower OF Pisa represented .AudiGier'S
winnings.
OF course, YOU know of Audigicr
high priest in that marvellous craft
that concerns itself with the creation
II glorious perfumes? If YOU are ot
the sex to which Audigier caters
here is a near certainty that you
have his handiwork on your boudoir
table as you read this story: if You
are mere man, you must have pur-
rhased from time to time his in
mitable essences in their cut-GlaSS
ampullae as splendid offerings To your
beloved. \ great perfumCr is Audi
Srier-a magician who draws by Gun
ming enfleurage and Skillful. macera-
ton the SWeet-smeling oils from
thousands of tons of blossoms 10
blend them Cleverly for my lady ;
dressing table.
Laboriously the perfume king to-
tailed the figure tower. lie built in
fully made CipherS, then pushed the
menu across the table to John vii
loughby Denton, the loser. in the bat
tie of the evening
Il made it 1880 francs. Monsieur
Denton murmured the wizard of
sweet fragranCes.
Young Denton grinned good hu-
moredly. Dullar-born ana dollar-bred.
he had a contempt for frame legions.
T., l.. Il
A scrap of paper and rose. Settle
with you tomorrow" he said Going
10 bed now. You're too lucky for me.
Audigier'
The perfume king smiled sadly.
Mon cher AmeriCain." he protested
II am the most unlucky man i'll al
he world. All. with money | am
lucky; but what IS money? I have
told you before that l chase dream
Always and always. 1t is for that
am forever unhappy. In my sleep
there comes to me the great anguish.
| am made mad with visions of find
ing le parfum perdu."
Denton showed little sympathy.
Why worry about a recipe that is
lost?" he asked you've got dozens
of different smells, haven't you?"
Smells" shrie X e d Andigier.
Smells
~
It's just a way l have of alluding TO
perfumes and-and stuff like that.
No insult meant, old man
4 LITTLE silence crept in while
"A offended dignity recovered itself.
then the man whose knowledge of eX-
quisite odorS was startling, spoke. Il
am unloved by women because l am
not handsome" he said quietly, but
sometimes L think that I have been a
lover to all the beautiful women OF
the world. Do you understand? The
wonderful essences that l make-es-
sciences that carry my name, my sig
nature, sit on the dressing tables OF
ten million grandes DANES. Oui, The
most shapely fingers touch the little
phialS that carry my perfumes, the
most charming lips utter my name.
Tonight how many lovely women have
whispered 'Audigier?' How many do
YOU think? Thousands! l thrill when
l think of Il. Mais ecoutez, My per-
fumes are me. Parfum and Audigier
are synonymous! They are the Siam
ese twins in the world of words
Monsieur Anatole Audigier stared
out at the moonlight-fooded prom
enade of Cannes. For a long minute
he looked, then he spoke again.
"A shrewd, clever people ATE you
Americans he said softly. we can
never equal you. Never. Why? That
/ will tell you. We French have
nursed and petted the little emotions
that you laugh at. l read your great
magazines and 1 study the advertise
ments. Oui, I love advertisements.
But most-they are of things good for
the body. l turn a page and find the
advertisement of Audigier! Ma chere
annonce, 1t is a feast for my spirit.
! read it over and over, and just when
I think that Anatole Audigier is
what is that you say? All, big pump
kin. Well, Just when 1 think l am
big pumpkin I remember lie parfum
perdu, and / cry! 1 cry, my friend.
cry for Sabri.