Screen Mirror (Jun 1930 - Mar 1931)

8 Screen Mirror • For March I >/\. IVIcin of time • MART KENDALL, American heiress, is captivated by Michael Trevor, continental bon vivant whose worldliness is a far cry from the somewhat drab personality of her middle western fiance. She readily accepts his offer to show her the Parisian sights. i Phot mount The initial installment of a highlij diverting two-part storp set in a colorful (ffontinen tal locale and written bp a master ing down the boulevards, taking an apertif or an ice at some sidewalk cafe, or strolling out of a theatre at the end of the second act to call a cab that would take him to some new place of divertissement. Occasionally a girl was with him. Trevor's few friends and many acquaintances knew her only as Irene. She was a happy parcel of a person, thoroughly Broadway in her slang and manner, brisk, sharp-witted, and pretty. While Paris knew Trevor as an author — -who, like Peter Whiffle, apparently had never written a book — nothing whatsoever was known of Irene. She was not Trevor’s wife. Nor did they reside together. They seemed merely friends who met now and then for the pleasure of a congenial companionship. It was presumed that Irene was in Paris for the study of voice. But, come to think of it, who ever had heard her sing? Perhaps this privilege had been given Fred, the young, rather handsome, and rather stolid American guide with whom she sometimes was seen. Fred was reputed to be the best American guide to Paris that the various tourist bureaus, hotel agencies, and express offices could offer. His fee was large, but his knowledge of where to go and what to see was great, and he met many wealthy tourists. n fact one such wind-fall had just arrived in town. He was big, blatant and boistrous Harold Taylor, known throughout middle-western America as “the Silo King,” and now in Europe to spend a part cf the fortune he had amassed during the course of an active business lifetime. With Taylor in Paris were his niece, Mary Kendall, and her fiance, Frank Thompson. Mary Kendall was so much the opposite of all that her uncle represented, that it seemed strange they should be of the same family. Quiet, retiring, as beautiful as a spring morning, she seemed out of place with the loudly garrulous Silo King and his talk of corn and crops and the good old U. S. A. • MICHAEL TREVOR was one of the principal objects of interest in Paris Elegant in dress, elegant in manner, he was pointed out from the Louvre to the Latin Quarter as a moderately rich, moderately successful American author with good connections and a habit of appearing in the best places at the best hours. Paris, even more so than other great cities, is not too curious about its citizens. Particularly those residents of the several foreign colonies who transplant a bit of their own countries to the banks of the Seine. So no one made an effort to look beyond the four years that Trevor had been a part of Paris. No one wondered why, with his reputation for successful authorship, no book ever appeared undei his name. Perhaps he wrote under a pseudonym. The important thing was he paid his bills and knew by name the head waiters in ail the popular cafes; those popular with the true French of the capital as well as those popular with the tourists. And all such places liked to have him. He added that certain touch of Continental smartness as a highlight to any group he joined. Generally Trevor was seen alone, walk