The sun., 1903-10-18

man or wineshop keeper underbids his
brot her.
In par, icular. the stranger cannot hope
to buy at even the town prices, Take the
wine shops of the Soeaux.
One little place around the corner from
M" would be thought a curious anomaly
at home The man is tough, yet a good
father. The lady fiirts, yet she Is good
wife.
They sell drinks made up Of industrial
alcohol and poison GUS essen ces; and yet they
manage to preserve the best OF manners
in their customers. Their four little chill
dren play about the bar
BY accident learned that their price for
book (scant quarter litre) glass of beer
was four cents They had asked me six
cents, the price of the swell cake shop.
-Mme. Fore," l said, III you continue
to charge me such prices I will 60 to the
main street.
THAT would not be right" she said, 'to
quit your neighbors!"
And that settled it, The prospect OF
losing me did not scare her bit
In the same order of ideas, the four bar
bers of the town have queer Sunday GUS
tom They will not work Sunday morn
ing; yet they agree that one shop should
be open,
To keep open in turn would be confusin Z
to the Gust omers; SO the same shop, beside
the Mayors Office, remains open every Sun
day; and he four BARRIERS with their journey
men, take turns in operating it!
Before we took to the cake shop for meals
we actually found private family. COM
posed of mother and two daughters with
a son who is a budding architect In Paris
and who comes to stay with them from
Saturday to Monday. Dewey, who was
with me, wanted this mans room. What
we found at this French hearth was an
object lesson in the higher branches Of
skimping
The lady started with the principle that
when one breaks the family open to take
boarders it must be to make a money
profit and not merely to help out the table.
We paid her So a week board apiece.
At the first days luncheon there were
veal outlets with fried tomatocs and de-
licious Drowned potatoes. The pretty one
of the two daughters said
"No veal"
Each of us got tiny slice; and then there
were two tiny slic's over. We ate ours.
They ate theirs, while tho pretty one ate
her tomatoes and potatoes.
will you have another sic'?" the mother
ask, d us.
The same thought came to Dewey and
myself. IF refuse, the pretty one will
take veal after ALL" So we said No.
The pretty ono did take slice And the
next meal there was just one slice less.
Now YOU know why VIZ cat at the cake
shop. We find that it's prices are about
the same as in tho Boulevard des Capucines
at Paris. This is why we think Of moving
to the hotel in the Valley of the Wolf.
1t is on tho way to Fontenay -the-Rosss, !,
by shady road containing many peace
full, rural tavern and cafe. Here is one with
a bosquet and a tunnel.
Waiter, bring us whto wine. We would
tarry in tho bosquet''
Not this one" Dewey whispered as he
pulled me by the sleeve.
took peep. And saw an idyl. Hold
ing hands, her head upon his shoulder,
there sat at the rustic table u girl with her
chosen one.
one WORE no Nub, WHICH Silo"''A tlisho s'i7
was . working girl. And she was weep
ing.
Respect their sorrow" mumbled tho
proprietor of the establishment. The boy
is going forhis three years military servicc!'
He took us to another bosquet. We were
hardly 81 ated when up came to the table
opposite two husky farmers and strapping
girl in bare arms. and all three merry.
B, fore they had finished their third bottle
mcrrime mt had reached the point OF guy
ing fort igners; and W. depart' d to the sing
ing of the MARS illase.
II is thing We got abroad with regu-
larity. At home, as is natural, we find the
But can it be possible that We, we'll DIRE sse d,
with letters OF credit, guide books, appear
ludicrous to these French farmers?
The Valley of the Wolf, l must admit,
is a real pandemonium three days out Of
seven. The Browns used to go into Sceaux
those days and eat at the cake shop when
they did not profit to run down to Paris on
some business
There is nothing very wrong about
those young folks except that they
are so noisy-and promscuous,' says
Brown. "The ladies' in bicycle costumes,
put their feet upon the able. They pitch
quoits with the crockery. They swrg
TatlleT IllRH. IIlty DiNl lIt'i Soh6H' lnty
pound the table. And they 60 marching
down the read, ten abreast, their arms
around each others necks, That is ALL"
That is all, yet trips like these form the
cherished "reminiscences OF half he Judges,
statesmen, lawyers. doctors, painters and
other professional men OF Paris and all
parts of France. How different is uni
versity life here and at home.
Still this is why We only think of moving
to the Valley of the Wolf and still endure
the Paris prccs OF the town cake shop. As
things are. we mingle with the serious
men of Sceaux and have our membership in
the SreauX Afternoon club
1t is town composed Of villas. lut for
the main street, oi villas hid behind high
walls of stone. with shade trees every
where, as if built In a wood. ii town with
social lines drawn tight.
The pleasure Of the workingman and
artisan is to drink white wine. absinthe
and bitters. The small shopkeepers take
their pleasure in amessing money and in
eating heavy Sunday dinners, The high
ones of the villas sleep and read and guard
their children jealously.
1t is afternoon in the fine central Park
Of Sceaux. Ah, what park! Do you
,i,, clJ .,x,a ,o.l,,p,po II tho tor, b.