Evening star., 1935-09-08
Magazine SeCriOn

cashed a check at the Union Trust
of ST. Peters IN Rome, only bigger.
Then | ran back to the hotel. Still NO
wires for me. visited two of the big
department stores on Euclid Avenue
and got two orders which on any other
occasion would have filled me with
glee, but the completion OF which.
today. only meant was free 10 60
teegram-huntlng once more checked
in for few moments al convention
of beauticians which was being held in
the Public Auditorium - which
looked bigger than the Yale Bowl -
and then checked out again and ran
back 10 the bored desk clerk. who
said no telegrams" this time before
could even ask.
That evening | went to a show IN
one OF the five great theatres on Play
house Square - but il was only an
excuse to kill time until could get up
my courage TO ask for kilograms again.
When at last | turned in. there was
still no wire from Mario. Neither was
there any further news about Marcia
and it was hard to say which seemed
to me the most incredible - that the
authorities had failed to find her, or
that Mario had actually deserted me-
slept that night with my ruby
decked corselette under my pillow,
and dreamt that it was walking up
Euclid Avenue all by itself, while
people stared and whispered to each
other. See, even her own clothes won't
associate with Christophine Warren"
1t was a relief to wake up even to
another unsatisfactory day with both
Prospect and Superior Avenues offer
ing lots of business and the hotel desk
yielding nothing but noes" again.
When. by midday. had received
no word from Mario. got desperate
and sent another wire, this time
directly to the Italian Embassy, beg
ging them for his address and making
the message sound as urgent as
dared. provided for a reply-paid
answer and this time | was not kept
waiting. The Embassy was pleased to
inform me that Prince Mario Stefano
Emilio di Rigoni was away on I'M
portant business and had left strict
orders that his whereabouts were not
10 be disclosed.
One moment | was furious with in
dignation and the next / considered
gong down to the beach at Edgewater
Park and drowning myself, my rubies,
;nd my troubles, in the lake. Men.
concluded, were all alike, never there
when you wanted them and always
hanging around underfoot when you
had other things to attend to. Why
could they never seem to learn that
women seldom mean what they say
when they say no? Why we're they
so dumb that they didn't realize all
women like to be persuaded, and have
liked it ever since the first cave-man
started persuading with club? How
could great big husky creature like
Mario allow himself to be chased
away by mouse like me? Not that !
cared in the least. because this was
the last straw, as far as was con-
cerned. would put him completely
out of my mind, and as for his pre-
cious pendant, if l were arrested for
taking it, well. it would serve him
right
Having thus served a dispossess
notice on Mario, sat down and wrote
him long letter telling him how much
loved him and begging him to come
to me and never leave me again so
long as we lived. Then / tore it into
thousand pieces. ordered two cock
tails, swallowed them and went out
and bought myself a new hat - one of
the best cure-alls known to woman
kind. 1t was not only a new hat, but
a red hat, and having thus defiantly
regained some degree of my self
respect, packed my car and hit the