Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 139 June to November 1919 . ould find. Thenhis eyes fell upon aflowered waist-coat, and he wouldhave a floweredwaistcoat. Andthen a cravat of ashade in which heestimated rightlythat your averageL anc shi rem anwould not will-ingly consent to befound dead, and ahat which he feltinstinctively hadbeen gotten outfor the Orientaltraveler to hisroom, he made anattempt to wax theends of his mus-tache with a bit ofsoap, and wasfaintly lock of hishair he coaxed tostraggle down thecenter of hisrounding forehead; having discovered arelic
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 139 June to November 1919 . ould find. Thenhis eyes fell upon aflowered waist-coat, and he wouldhave a floweredwaistcoat. Andthen a cravat of ashade in which heestimated rightlythat your averageL anc shi rem anwould not will-ingly consent to befound dead, and ahat which he feltinstinctively hadbeen gotten outfor the Orientaltraveler to hisroom, he made anattempt to wax theends of his mus-tache with a bit ofsoap, and wasfaintly lock of hishair he coaxed tostraggle down thecenter of hisrounding forehead; having discovered arelic of rouge-stick forgotten in a drawer,he applied it moderately to his other-wise chaste lips, and finished up bylooking in the mirror. There could be nodoubt of it, he was changed. Preciselywhat he was he could not say; whethera gentleman from Montenegro or Poland,or a kind of a student from Brazil. Andif the expression of his open face was notwhat it might be, the short coming wasmore than repaired by the angle of thehat above it. 266 HARPERS MONTHLY MAGAZINE. HE SAW HER LIFTED BODILY Mr. Blue did what was obviously thefirst thing to do; he dined at a cafe-restaurant on the boulevards. From themenu he chose at random and with noprophetic forefinger, and made his eve-ning meal on radishes, celery, salad, andapricot preserves. He also took a lightwine for the sake of local color and wassomewhat cheered thereby. Before hewas entirely finished he took a littlemore, and was a little more. In this mood Mr. Blue began to feelbetter about his fate. Now that Peruand Greenland were done for, he beganto suspect that perhaps Paris was not somonotonous a city but that one mightenjoy life there for a limited time. In-deed, as he roamed afield to inspect theboulevards, he found himself recollectinga number of stories he had read in which a good time had been enjoyedby all in the French capital. Who has said that advent-ure will not come to him whoseeks it? But perhaps, afterall, Mr. Blue wou
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