Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-06-29

end was soft. The son of the
house bent over. He ran the
soft candle end up and down the
dancing floor till he had gathered
on it's piable end many short
hairs. for girls in Paris then had
begun to bob their hair.
Finally. when many short hairs
were gathered on the soft wax,
Marquis Louis Strengthened up
and held IL up for his mother to
see. Then he pulled one hair from
the many on the candle and
passed it to the duchesse.
Madame mother" he said, ut
is matter of indifference 10 me
whom you select for my wife.
And suppose it is my duty To
marry suitably as you say. So
find me the girl whose hair
matches this hair. and / will
marry her"
He shrugged his shoulders and
was about TO leave the room. But
his dominant mother halted him.
No" she said, no. wait!
You shall listen TO me now. And
what nonsense you talk, with
your hairs and your candle ends!
have another plan for you. Here
-. in this note Of invitation"
She rustled a parchment note,
as she went on.
1T is an invitation for you to
attend a hunting party at Cha
teau de Pouliguen. Madame
Philippe Delarochc-Vernct has
invited you. My son there
there you will meet one Of the
great heiresses of France. Jeanne
Beziers- all, you may recollect,
the Sardine Bczicrs. II is well
known, the favored brand. II is.
in fact, The Big Sardine of
France. And there and then
oh, my son, marry the girl,
and you will end our worries.
Think of our release. when we
have her dot 20 spend"
THE young nobleman looked
down upon his quivering
mother His face was cold. The
moment prolonged itself. as be-
yond in the ballroom the weary
candlemen finished their tasks.
Then they shut the doors and
were gone Outside, the first
wagons rumbled out along the
awakening streets OF Paris. But
still they stood there. the anxious
mother and the rcbclling son.
But finally she spoke again.
Say you will go Say you will
be sensible. And shall not write
and accept? Already there have
been words. an understanding. a
partial agreement between her
parents and us. About her dowry
and oh say you Will have
sense at last"
To which the son replied with
a yawn-
"Ah well, 70 please You, my
mother, l will go Now let me
have a little sleep"
He passed up the stairs as the
duchesse, from the marble haU
below, looked after her handsome
son. her wilful. problem child He
went up silently for some sec
onds. But az the grand landing.
where the staircase divided. he
turned, looked down and asked
a question:
What is she like, this Jeanne
Beziers I am TO marry"
Again, in her terrible voice,
the duchesse answered back.
What difference does that
make, go long as other things are
right Nervously she laughed
a ihhSH WllliOul mn III.
Then she added AT school. at
Les O1seaux, ! believe, they GATED
her The Sardine
Then Louis, her son, laughed
down TO his mother.
And at school they called me
The Sole for Cru-sol is my
name. Imagine. ma mere. a Sole
married TO a Sardine. Well. a
fishy marriage"
They smiled; cold smiles Of
understanding.
But how they met at last, the
Cru-sol and the Sardine. and
how the Sardine's louis dor not
only regilded the old chairs but
became one of the great political
forces to speed France 10 her fall.
all this will try 20 tell as. again.
l gather up the threads of my
story and go on with it, next
week.
Ito BE Continued Next Week.
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