The Minneapolis journal., 1903-03-21

the. glass they have banged down before
you. .'. ..'
Then, later, when one has drained the
last drop of ones aperatif and paid ones
seven or eight sous, one rises lazily and
makes ones way arm in arm with
Georges or Eduard or, alas! Fifine or Col
cite, to ones favorite restaurant; Will
ber's, where the Chateaubriands are so
thick and juicy, and the burgundy-that
Chambertin at four francs the pint-so
rich, or across the street to Boulant's, or
down to the little Duval, or even over
the river to the Palais Royal arcades, to
Larue's, to Marugerys, to a dozen de-
lightful places.
And after dinner, why it's all to do
over again, the sitting at a terrasse under
the big awning, though over coffee and a
Hqueur- this time, till. If it be Sunday or
a Thursday or Saturday night, one must
rise, toward 10 o'clock, and move with the
throng up the hill far past the lighted
cafes, to the place where Marechal Ney
waves his sword en- high, and where the
great sculptured arch stands over the
portal to the Bal Bullier; then under the
arch and down upon the great polished
floor where Fiine and Colette will pull at
your coat lapels and beg you to waltz
with them, a. pAmericain. - !.
All, the good old Boul Michel !-your
pardon! would say the bad old Boul
Niche! It brings a rakish gleam to the
yes, a ribald flush to the cheek, of a Ger
tain sedate and Britishly respectable old
codger who's engaged to dine, later on
with a curate and two abarristers. Helas
he'd rather dine at Wibers with Fifine OF
Colette-but he wouldn't admit it to the
curate. ~ F.tT y 4
We stopped. Mallory and I, at the Cafe
du Pantheon and after some trouble founC
a vacant table on the crowded terrasse
Quite half the people at the tables seemed
to know Denis Mallory and hailed hin
vociferously with outstretched hands o.
raised glasses. "St. Denis" they! called
him grievously fear 1t was in irony
Oh, well, there were quite enough o
them, dear old vagabonds, who knew M
as well, and had pet name for me too
n1ayn't cavil at Mallory. s
| He tok absinthe. Pernod, in spite Of m,
frown. 7. remember that he even spok
sharply to the waiter for pouring him
as he thought, too small an allowance I
made me curse, to see; him gulp dow
the half Of it without lowering his glass.
| We went. on, later, down to Boulant'
| because you may find no such cancale
on the Boulevard as at Boulant' s-wfler
! that majestic parsonage, the Dame d
Compton, had a welcoming smile for u.
/ and for Mallory rallying jest. w
1 mounted to one Of the smaller rooms, a
premier, and took table In the corne
Mallory's greeting to the pleasing youn
person in the red hair and white apro
who put the carte before us. s.bespoke an q
4 quaintance Of a certain intimacy. And "
ordered a great many cancales thos
queer, yellow oysters that look like clan
and taste like seaweed and copper-or
grows tremendously keen on them,- an
a hlet mignon all smothered In saue
bearnaise, and some fageolets maitl
d,hotel-my word, / can taste them now
and a wonderful crisp salad Of lettuce ar
chicory, with cheese to come after, Poi
PEveuue, and coffee. and for wine, ce
, tain strange and delicious Win girls I
Touraine of 's2. had to quarrel wit
Mallory over this. He wanted an atr.
:. ciously heavy and potent Spanish Papa
etc of 70, a veritable syrop, for Whie
j Boulant's is famous. s 4ss