Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-03-22

I'm other words" he added, per-
forming that trick with his hat
which made all London laugh, so TINS Is
Paris Ell? And here begins the honeymoon
which we'll remember all our lives
eyes" said Pansy Who having been In the
Same musical play for little over two years,
was obliged to force smile. It's going 70 %
wonderful"
with boyish air of of-stage pride at being
a man of wealth he slapped the place in which
he kept his pocketbook-and nearly uttered q
scream The smart new leather case, on which
there were the initials of his comic though
actual name, was no longer there. In IL mad
been every cent of his money-the money Wnlcn
he had saved by dint Of gruesome economy so
that he might give his tiny wife gorgeous
HONEYMOON. Either it had been stolen by
peculiarly heartless bandit or he had dropped
it In the cab. If the first, he would be marked
down forever by the shrewd and careful Pansy
as an irresponsible; If the second, he would
near the story of his gross stupidity until ne
doddered TO the grave. Something had TO be
done. Something which would get him out OF
this most frightful hole He had no father
upon whom to draw, no friends to lend him
money, nothing that he could sell. He was In
a foreign city in which no one knew his name.
There was not q living creature to whom he
could appeal.
"VNHATS the matter. dear? Still feeling
~ wee bit giddy after that tossing on the
sea?" A little thing she was, with amazingly
small bones, baby eyes and a round face, very
kissable mouth and something that passed for
a nose Noticeably and charmingly pretty, with
the fine emergency manner that goes with
Red Cross nurse
''Tfe least little bit" he said, giving beauti-
full imitation Of landlubber walking fitting
deck what you need" he thought IN anguish
sis time. You must earn, borrow or steal money
before Pansy knows of this. You must make
her blissfuily unconscious with one Of your
sleeping draugiltS" In a medical voice he
spoke. 'Dearie, think you ought to lie down.
All this excitement calls for quiet and rest.
You don't look frightfully we'll"
She had felt all right, though tired, half
minute ago. But nothing is so instantly calcu-
lated to make one feel unwell as to be told that
one looks so in a sympathetic way. Bed has q
lovely sound" she said. IT will lie down for g
Bit
And so he mixed the dose, big one; said
that it was bicarbonate of soda and hoped that
she would go to sleep for IA hours at least. A
good little man was Peter wiry and well built;
not much more than 5 feet on a brick; very
smartly dressed. Nature who had endowed him
with every comedians trick, had very usefully
provided him with a tragic face Usefully,
because thus it instantly awoke the laughter
of the crowd.
With monocle screwed in his eye he kissed
his charming bride and left her lying in bed.
What was he to DO? Like a man who drops
5000 feet In faulty parachute he went into
the passage and walked downstairs. Much life
. was going on. People arrived and departed.
The inevitable crowd of inquirers surged around
the concierge. A queue of eager women booked
seats to see the French plays that were better
left unseen. Lonely men whose wives were
shopping had tea at marble topped tables in
the wide courtyard. Behind three tempting
martins were three young and good-looking
Americans to whom Paris was dream. And
there, alone and desperate, the tragic little
comic without single cent He had read in
daily papers Of hold-ups in the streets; Of men
who stuck gun into peoples terrified ribs, COLI
lected all their money and went of at a run.
But Peter hadn't, and never had had, gun.
He simply hated guns. And he took his
growing headache into the busy, chattering
streets and was clapped on the back by a cordial
creature who said: "Youl BY gum, what luckl'
He was English and very well dressed. He
wore the afluent and joyous air Of an extremely
wealthy business man in Paris without his wife.
DETER didn't know him, but he said to him
self, with excitement and a great spasm OF
hope, He has seen me in The Powdered Lady
or The Girl on the Motor Bike must have
made him Taught He's the sail on the horizon
can touch him for a bit" He agreed to wet
his throat. He could do with a well mixed
side-car or gurgle of vermouth.
He found himself sitting on high stool in
the nearest American bar. And there he sat
for an hour, in higher and higher spirits, with
bis kind and cordial friend. The number Of
their side-cars would have made a trafic jam
Finally. having come TO that subtle moment