Evening star., 1937-05-16

she realized that the policeman was
getting ready to question her. If that
happened. they might be there all day.
So Arizona spoke French again, wav-
ing the thousand franc note.
Depot" she yelled. "Gars Saint
Laza,e! Veet! Veetr' 1t worked like
magic. and the only difficulty was that
Arizona presently discovered that she
had got into the wrong taxi and that
her original driver was following
frantically, screaming and blowing his
horn. while the gendarme had sprung
into still third taxi and was hot on
the trail. intent on seeing justice done.
Then at long last her goal came into
sight. Hardly waiting for the cab to
stop. Arizona jumped out. threw the
thousand franc note where it could
most easily be fought over, and then
plunged into the madhouse of the
station itself. Looking wildly about
her, she drew another note from her
purse and raised her voice.
'Cherbourg" she yelled Trunk!
Boz loke! Veet"
In an instant she was surrounded
by porters, all wearing blue denim
smocks with numbers on them. ban
dana handkerchiefs and peaked caps.
They roared. they pointed in different
directions - to the ticket Office, the
newsstand, the restaurant.
'Non, nix, non!" shouted Arizona.
"Cherbourg! Trunkr'
At last glimmer of intelligence ap-
peared on one of the dirty faces. 1t
belonged to a diminutivc porter
labeled 13.
"Ah-ha!" said he "Cherboug!"
"Wee-wee" cried Arizona, waving
her money wildly. The blue -bloused
porter seized her arm and dragged her
rapidly to gate, the others following.
chattering like monkeys. On the plat
form the crowd was thick. Number
Thirteen tried to force Arizona into
first class carriage. Then into a second
class compartment, then into third
class accommodation. But by now
Arizona had spotted the larger bag
cage. 1t was being rolled in on wire
enclosed trucks - an endless process
sion. She ran from one to another of
them. searching vainly. followed by
an army of porters. And then at last
she found it. Eager hands tore away
the encumbering trunks that were
piled on top of it. and with mighty
heave the little porter who had elected
himself her particular guide shoul-
dered the massive trunk and backed
towards the baggage car just as the
starting signal sounded. With howl
of rage Arizona grabbed for the other
end, pulling away from the train. The
trunk reached the platform with re-
sounding bang. The little porter col
lapsed beside it, and Arizona sat upon
the trunk firmly. shaking her fist at
Number Thirteen.
you senseless little prairie dogT
said Arizona. What do you think
am, couple of American drunks try
ing to make the boat train? Then her
wrath cooled and she remembered to
speak her French again this time
with a mere hundred franc note.
"Taxi?' she said. The little porter
looked even more intelligent than ever.
BY six o'clock that evening M.
Poilesse had a complete collection.
and Arizona had a contract and very
fat check made out to VIM. Spratt.
Inc. But she had lost something else. to
wit, the buoyancy which was usually
hers to such generous degree. Sud-
denly she wasrather frightened at what
she had done, and even the prospect
of seeing Tony only added to her de-
preston. Suppose Tony disapproved?
After all, the Hollywood contract had
been his and this particular set of COS
tunes had been his pride and joy.
What would he have to say? For the
next five DAYS on the ocean she had