The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1896-06-14

cal personageS she had culled from Dumas,
Stanley Weyman and other historians.
At Rouen there was stop of five minutes.
"Isn't there cathedral" began Miss
Grey. "Coffee and little cakes at Rouen,"
interrupted Mrs. Whitehall. "a friend of
mine told me. Come on, girls!'
So we scalded our Threats with steaming
coffee, and returned in triumph with a
paper full of little soft cakes that dripped
cream and Jelly and sugar from under our
unsuspicious fingers. 1t was after when
we arrived in Paris, at the Care st. Lazare.
We passed successfully through the hands
of the inspectors of the luggage, the porters
did not exact more than double the usual
fee, and it was delicious moment when
we found ourselves at last driving in little
close black box of carriage, behind de-
crepit horse, on our way to the pension
near the Arch of Triumph, where we had
engaged rooms.
In the morning we held consultation.
Where should we go? What should we
do first?
The window was open and the cool air
sparkled between the tall light houses.
Boys with carts ran down the streets cry
ing strange words In high voices. An old
woman who sold vegetables had a keen
ing call like banshee's wall.
Mrs. Whitehall was in her most cheerful
mood. She wore her fresh stiff shirt waist
and correct tie, her white sailor, her black
skirt and tan gloves and shoes with an
air that would have distinguished cos
tune from Worth, and the face under her
thin veil was as fresh as gayety, good
"Well be systematic" said Mrs. White
hat, $50 as not to lose time; we can work
IN the morning or play in the afternoon.
l think we had better go direct to dress
maker"
80 the dressmakerr' I interrupted,
1.-THE first morning in Paris !"
"Yes," said Mrs. Whitehall, soberIy, $50
as to get that over; then We'll know what
we want, how long it will take to have our
Things made; we could go to the Bon
Marche on our way back perhaps, shop
little bit and perhaps take in sight or
two before luncheon"
This breathless programme was finally
decided upon, not without some argument.
The address of the dressmaker carried us
to the left bank of the Seine, through por-
tons of the Latin Quarter. All the chest
nuts were in bloom in the Champs Elysees,
the booths under the trees were gay with
childrens toys and color. Little boys
with bare knees and little girls with very
short frocks DISTORTED themselves with
their nurses or their mammas in the sun
flecked shadow.
This is the Place de la Concorde," re-
marked the driver amiably as we crossed
the mighty square.
Goodness" said Mrs. Whitehall, ''isn't
it stunning! What are the buildings, l
wonder, and the pyramid and all the
statues about. By the way, girls, you get
little tickets when you stop at the Bon
Marche and all you do is to leave your
little mum Der and then you don't have to
pay till you receive the goods.
1--WE must buy Baedeker," said little
Miss Grey regretfully, 81 don't know a
thing about anything; | know some body
did something or other in the Place de la
Concorde!"
$40 you suppose a dressmaker could
make me four gowns in one week?" con-
tinued Mrs. Whitehall thoughtfully, this
is Saturday morning. l wonder if they
observe the Sabbath in France as strictly
as we do"
We dismissed the carriage at No. So, the
address of the sole dressmaker we knew
in Paris. On every side of US ran little
streets, the apartment houses formed
long front lined with windows and the
signs were various
We asked the forbidding dark person
who filled the doorway at the side of the
small court if she could assist US to find
Nine. Latour-Renard.
"Ah. yes" she replied, everything is
reaay. They attend you"
l translated these remarks to my friends;
they did not seem particularly pertinent.
The door was opened Immediately at
the tinkIe of the bell and very young
girl in a white dress, with very short
tight gloves, appeared upon the thresh-
old.
us Nine. Latour-Renard in2" 1 de-
manded.
"But yes; she is Within" said the girl,
with astonishment. "She is just about to
be married. We attend the guests"
Nine. Latour-R eDard- Moulinet, as she
was to be hereafter known, now put in an
appearance.
s'Ah, yes. it was true; she was about to
be married; she was desolated utterly;
but she would return from her trip of we'd
ding and be quite ready to work the dresses
of my ladies in week"
Mrs. Whitehall had grown pale at the
AFTER A DAY