San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-01-10
of the Notorious Old King of
Pw She Charmed Her Royal
Who Tried to Ruin Her

eughed:
"Do you want me to lose my job? That old grin
ing deaths head stands in with the captain"
So took the matter up with my worldly-wise
ster. Mariette always froze me on sex subjects,
ecause naturally enough they were embarrassing,
nd this time was no exception. She assured me
lat the stewardess was an old fool, and that was
DO young to think about such things That was a
istake. No girl is too young to think when once
er curiosity has been fired by such matters. I
bought much, and made the stewardess relate all
details she could tell, that when the Argentine
past doomed like fog banks on our bow knew lot
If anyone thinks that South American white
ave" traffic is ancient history, let me assure him
lat it is thriving right now. The men and women
no lure the young girls from France to-day are
osty foreigners-Greeks, Armenans, Turks and
alians.
They have their places Of rendezvous in the Mont
artre district of Paris and their own slang, which
axes it possible for them to discuss business openly
a restaurant and even within earshot of the police
pr instance, one of them who has found girl whom
thinks the organization would find it profitable to
re away, will start some such conversation as this:
Il have found good jewel"
"Ah, yes? How many carats?"
around twenty-five" (Carats means years Of
ke)
"But that is little too many for our trade
at is excellent quality, though"
as it easily sold?" (meaning is the girl attrac-
Ee?) "And the goods be boxed for export?'
meaning will the girl go without too much trouble)
My shivery thoughts were overlaid for the
ent by the delightful excitement of our arrival,
hich destined to push me into crisis that
hanged me from girl into young woman. After
few stops we reached Buenos Aires, and it was
sbon all over again. only more so. The newspaper
photographers swarmed aboard and took pictures of
sister, the celebrated Paris beauty and of me-
little kid sister. They photOgrap pied both of us,
1t in the papers next day there appeared-only ME.
These pictures sold and syndicated up and
bwn the coast. l became momentary fad and
nsation, and we logged by more photogra-
hers, but always they were looking for me. To
ariette this frst-cass tragedy. Here she
as, professional beauty at the strategic moment
her invasion of new world, ecpsed by the baby
ster whom she had rescued from poverty She
ck in bed two days over it. and, OH the hate in her
res! don't blame her.
You will wonder why this happened. At the
me | could not account for it myself. 1t just
ne Of those miracles that come booming into the life
young person, and is simply accepted without
Jason
Yet there were reasons, of course. The truth is
sister had begun to fade, slowly; imperceptibly
| those who her every day. but to these stran-
rs, and above all to the cyclOpc eye of the camera
as the fact that wore my golden yellow hair long
I'D hanging loose down my back. There was moth
unusual about this, but it happened that the
n and the breeze conspired to throw some remark
pie light effects into that hair, and the cameras al
avs partial TO youth, glorifed it.
The editors saw this and the beginnings of lines
bout my sisters eyes and they looked back at mine
hrry bright with excitement, probably thinking
Pout the dangers of being white shaved" and poor
arette's photographs went into the waste basket
Pch was her reward for doing kindly act in
licked world.
Back of womans vanity is always her bread and
tter fact that should never be forgotten If this
Buth should look at Marietta through the eyes of
ose newspapers and see her as she really was an
Ting woman, he would promptly lose interest, and
en- what? Nobody of consequence in the Argen-
be would want her. 1t would be necessary to re-
I'm at once to Paris, where her standing as reign
& beauty was still unimpaired. Paris though,
build wonder what had happened, look at her crit
billy and observe what the Argentine had observed
lat would mean humiliation and poverty for there
small demand for the faded rose or yesterdays
wspaper.
] knew these things were running through her
| nd and that my sister blamed her catastrophe on
f. She would do something about it. She must
something before it was too late. She would get
} of me- and do it quickly How would she strike?
Just before dawn of the third morning after we
Inded heard the door of our adjoining rooms open