Evening star., 1935-03-10

SEVEN MILLION DOLLARS
.Harch III, 1855

tainebleau, guides to the Night Life of
Montmartre, lists of the best onion soups at
Les Halles, addresses of dressmakers guaran-
teed to furnish Augustabemard fashions at
S. Klein prices.
So Cordwood sighed and at last prepared
to be happy. And at that moment Mrs.
Berklund nipped at him, in the manner of
dog swapping up a fly, and demanded, II hate
to bother you, but they just woni give the
slightest bit of help in the tourist office, and
l must find out the address of my second
cousin that's studying art or maybe it's
music here in Paris, from Iowa, Mary Daedal
Smith her name is -
Then Cordwood blew up
Listen! I've brought you all here I've
arranged for autos to take you anywhere you
want to 60. I've had Baedeker Guide and
Gideon Bible and the latest number of
Screen Scrapings" put in every single dern
bedroom. And now quit being nurse maid.
I'm going to enjoy myself little. now!'
Mrs. Berklund gasped She painted, Il have
never been so insulted in all my - when
just asked a civil question: She marched
away. And Cordwood, intending to dash after
her and apologize heard gentle snicker
behind him. and turned to view Maybelle
Benner
II don't know what came over me! I've
never talked to nobody like that before!'' he
lamented.
Il thought you were very sound on the
subject I've been waiting to see when you'd
show maybe about half as much sense as it
takes to now lawn" said Maybelle. Come
to the Louvre with me - just the two of us -
tomorrow morning"
II don't know what Louvre is it
sounds like some kind of cat-disease - our
Twinkle has got the loove - but whatever it
is. I'll CO."
DO you happen to know that Mr.
Willoughby is getting a commission on all the
rooms herea"
Rats! Don't believe word - uh - what
makes you think so?''
II heard him talking to the manager -
You mean to say, Maybelle, that you've
been sneaking and snoopng and following
after that poor young fela1'
Certainly not didn't follow him one bit.
/ just sort of made it my business to be
around where he was
''Oh. Well. Thunder. don't suppose he'll
graft more n few hundred. He deserves it.
'Tadn't been for him. Id be dead by now"
Very we'll. :. Here in the lobby, ten
thirty tomorrow morning"
''Betcha. And then again, it kind of sounds
like a musical instrument - he played Old
Black Joe on his loove."
His first evening in Paris CordwOOd spent
with Lester Doggins whom he had sent there
to study the violin.
Cordwood had been embarrassed by the
fear that Les would show up in black beard
and wine -colored velvet jacket - which he
had learned from veracious movie was the
required uniform OF all artists in Paris. He was
relieved to see that Les was smooth-shaven,
wearing the same gray suit in which he had
left Jackrabbit, and whooping with unre-
fined Jackrabbitan heartiness; relieved equally
when Les - frequently emitting, well, by
jimmy! it's grand to see you again." led him
not to questionable den of art and the vices
but to sound. wholesome American saloon,
called "Eddies Chicago Bar" 1t was filled
with American agents for sewing machines.
automobiles. and machine guns; it was
adorned with rye highballs, portraits of
Coolidge and Harding, genuine hot dogs,
college youths on vacation, cigarette adver-
tisements, and all the other native American
works of art for which Cordwood was already
homesick. He sighed with happiness, and
Joined Les in an old-fashioned.
"Where'n we 60 to dinnerP hinted Les.
"You name it. Take you to the best joint
in this mans town."
Les sighed with happiness and joined him
in second old-fashioned.
This was at $50 pm.
At 7:3O Cordwood delcately noted that