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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1926-9-23, Page 2• • Every c ea new delight. As for it. THE POISONED GIRL BEGIN IIERE TO -DAY. I'll be discreet, and if anything can be A novelist, seeking nocturnal ad- done to hello you, I swear I'll do it.» venture, waits in Grosvenor Square, She p� essed my hand slightly, d London. Perceiving a silent figure in her smile was less cynical; "You're white standing motionless against a very land, but I'm .afraid you can't rating, he investigates. He finds, e do anything. I don't mind telling girl in evening dress and beside her a you. I don't mind telling anything. man. The man declares he is a passer- I'm in love with a man. His name is by who wonders what is wrong with CarloSoni°Tali, He's a pianist." the girl. "Yes," I said. "I know his name." He Ives fleeing from Lady Grace, But, To everygadvance "Go by thtwo "I suppose, it's sial of me, but I courage! thought I; the whole contin- inen the girl replies, "Go away." Fin- - r Y �'� him. Still, the con - ally she says she has taken poison and met him after one of his concerts, and ent shall not hold hr i it , wants to die. The novelist asks the I couldn't help roving him. Of coursed tined is a large place, and if I had strange man to hail a taid to take the father was awfully angry, so eve had 4 to wait until news of Scarlati came girl to Middlesex Hospital. On the to meet en- the sly. Oh, we were so ythrough the press, Lady Graep might way to. the hospital the girl fights to ha v. But it didn't last. T don't, . . ' By Jove, I'd. got it. I remember- jump from the cab. Calling at the knowpwlr he was so moody, and we' ed that one of Scar ati's eeceiitricities hospital early the following morning But I did love hien so. i was: to refuse to play i bon any piano rep.. settle pini for• sawing her s t _ l .. was accommodated with a special The nurse in charge explains that said something, and he got angry. girl ' isv that .. 'bu sa s the i t she has had a very narrow- escape from death. The . nurse asks the girl to give her name and home address, NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. A smile crossed to girl's features as she said: "Lady Grace Tarset. My address is 216 Grosvenor Square." "What!" said the Sister, and moved her esabrows ' as if to say: "She's wandering." I nearly went mad. I cried a long "Yee," said Lady Grace, "what's time. Then I thought of kilning my - the matter? My father's the Marquis self, and I went into mother's room. of Goswyn. Perhaps someone would She was asleep. 'I took her little bats • let him know, since you've all been tle of tablets which she has for in- kind enough to prevent nie dying when somnia. But I did want to see him I warted to." again, just to try and make it up. So r There was a silence, but her words I ran out just as I was. I suppose 1 e carried conviction: . "Very well, your must have crossed the square. Then .ladyship," said the Sister, but I stop I felt it was no good. He'd never for ped her. • , give me, for we'd quarrelled before. "Don't telephone yet," I said.. "And, So ... I don't know. I swallowed the by the way, don't tell anybody about tablets I don't know how mans I Self mixed up, Moreover, the situation' stru k me es most unpleasant,. I have 'no prejudice about crass or nationality, but I have known . pianists, ineiudiiig Italian pianists., The idea of remit-; ting: the adorable creature I had res- cued into the arms- of this organ - grinder was not attractive. I wasn't at all sure that it wouldn't have been better if she'd committed suicide,' rather than marry him. There was - no doubting it. 1 must hand her over, if I could, to the roiling eye and the ravers Socks. Disgusting! Still, its was the man who'd broken the match! Off.; he was no fortune hunter; per,1 haps Scarlati was a decent sort, He was easily located, for two days. before he had given a recital at the' Albert Hall, where F obtained the; name of his hotel. • At this hotel!, however, a great disappointment would have overwhelmed me if the habit of adventure had not made me, cautious. Realizing that my mission i was delicate, and that it might not be easy to see. Searylati, I decided to im- personate one of the employes of the concert agency which dealt with Scar- lati's affairs, Thus, I still. `had some sort of status when the reception clerk informed me that Mr. Scarlati had left the hotel by a morning train. "Oh," I said, remembering my part, "that's very extraordinary: We under- stood that he wouldn't leave till next week." Fortunate shot! "We didn't know at all," said. the reception clerk. "I sup- pose he changed his plans." "Do you know his address?" I asked.. "No. He said that his Tatters were to be sent to your agency.' I went out, very contrite. Here was a pretty obstacles Evidently Scarlati had intentionally :covered his tracks. the writer finds the girl conscious. She quarreled. � ' other: than his own. The. instrument I Stli yesterday, at leach, I just "What did you say?" I asked. railway truck, which followed the me - Her eyes filled with tears. "I told sician everywhere. He might have him not to snake so much noise eating hastened his departure, but you can't his soup." The sight d her tears pre hustle a grand piano so quickly as all vented my laughing, so she went on -"I wouldn't have thought he'd mind sueli a little thing, but he was angry. When I came back from the theatre, I surprised by your telling me that Mr. found ail my letters sent back to me. Scarlati had gone that I forgot to in - He said that all was over between us. quire about his piano." Oh: we've got it all clear about,the piano," said" the clerk, irritably.-"It',1 go to -night." "Id it properly labeled?" "I "I should say so," replied the clerk. "We've hid enough trouble with that piano as it is. You can go up for ybur- self and see, if•`you "Up" was a manner of speaking, since the piano was in the basement. Anyhow, a boy in buttons conducted me through stone passages to a little room where stood a piano already don't know anything,„ I just stood crated; upon each side was nailed a label reading: Scarlati, Hotel Sifperbe, Brussels. It was not too late to catch the horning train, and since there was no point in reaching Brussels in the mid- dle of the night, I waited for the even- ing mail. Packing being a brief op- eration, I had time to return to Gros- venor Square, where I was told that Lady •Grace was ill and could, see no- body. After endless parley .with the butler, and further difficulties. put in my way by a bobbed, modern flapper, secretary to the marquis, I was allow - that. So I returned to the hotel. '.`1 say," I remarked to the reception clerk, "I'rn awfully sorry, but I was so I this. Don't bel anybody of any kind. Otherwise there may be trouble." As soon as the Sister left us, Lady Grace turned to ma • and said: "Why did you tell her that? My father must be awfully anxious." "I know, but do you think he'll want this to get about? Don't you see it'll get into the papers?" "I don't care." "But he'll care. What I want to do, if you'll let me, is to go and see him in a few minutes. And no doubt he'll be able to get you removed in an ambulance. this morning, and nobody will know." She sighed: "Just as you like. I know you mean to be kind. I suppose I ought to thank you for saving my life. I don't." "Life isn't as bad as it looks to- day," I told her. "And even if it is, even if it is agony, don't be afraid of emotion. Don't be afraid of being hurt; while you're capable of feeling pain, you are living, and all life is glorious." 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