Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-11-23

at every pretty lady. The young men feel
their neckties and make looking glass of
the shop windows. Voluminous mammas
march behind their stomachs with placidity.
The air is full of a delightful hum, the
streets are brilliant with their movements
and their colors and over all there seems to
brood softening hope and courage.
In word, it is Sunday in Paris. The peo-
pie who have throughout six days been
meekly fulfilling the curse of ADAM in earn
1ng their bread by the sweat of their brow.
delight in Sunday as it lifts the curse, though
for day. They are happy to put on their
individualty-like a best coat, put by
throughout the week-forget the stress and
lack which made them like machines, and
they exult in life, which is not really. after
ALL so very hard to live-if you have Sunday
once week.
Some of the Diversions.
The great object of every Partisan Is to
get away on Sunday To get away from his
box-like apartment, away from the street
which he knows, away from his ordinary
preoccupations. away from home-cooking.
If he cannot go into the country he will go
to the races; If he cannot go to the races. he
Will go to a Matinee if he cannot go to a
matinee, he will go to the zoo, and if he can
not pay the zoo admission price, he will sit
In park and watch the children play their
hoops and boats and rubber balls, or watch
the sparrows playing in the branches.
L know of nothing better than the Boule-
yard on Sunday morning. The Bots, on
Monday morning. is more elegant, distin-
guished. practced and select But YOU can
not have such sympathy with it's we'll
groomed and dainty clientele as with the
brave folk who Will pass your cafe terrace
by the opera on the morning of their one
gay day in seven. The autumn air is crisp
and fresh. The autumn leaves go skurry-
ing merrily. The sawdust of the cafe ter
race Is all fresh and golden. There Is no
coffee in the world like this. no little roll
30 crisp and brown and creamy.
The morning newspapers have their de-
lghtful smell of ink. Or with a fresh
yellow-covered volume of the dialogues of
'Gyp or Maurice Donnay, to cut the pages
lelsurely with a knife borrowed from the
cafe waiter, while one watches leisurely
yet full of strength, the world that wakes
even than you and l. The magnificent
Church of the Madeleine Is only a dozen
steps away. Shall wait for the high
mass the music and the fashionable crowd
at IL o'clock? Shall we hasten and mingle
with more serious people at this very hour2
Hundreds pass us in the constantly increas-
ing crowd. who have already been to church
at O'Clock or s O'Clock or 0 o'clock And
will not set their feet ir side a sacred edi-
fee a all! Such are the pitfalls of the con-
tinental Sunday.
Animated Scenes.
At o'clock it is crowd a-foot, with
packages and baskets. hurrying to the rail-
way stations. At 10 o'clock the cabs are
darting intricately. At IL o'clock there is a
mighty stream of restaurant searchers, cafe
clients and gay promenaders. The big, six
horse race chlriots pick up fares for Chan
lilly Bubbling working girls. in their best
Ribbons, prattle, dash and hasten. unafraid.
Brave workingmen from the outlying sub
urbs FAINT their fresh-.roned blouses.
Whole families from. the country cape and
murmur. 1t is the hour for lunch in Paris