Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-05-21

, service: il is those who carry the heav-
lest money bags who command it."
well. we'll" she replied, that Is
perhaps true. Yet in our little shop
in The Rue de la Paix we DO not always
find that il is those with the heaviest
money bags who pay US most gener-
ously for our fi3wers I would sooner
serve a bankrupt 1ristocrat than "A
wealthy shopkeeper. II they pay at all.
, these aristocrats. they pay Well
Henri stretched out his hands.
MAIDEN 9istile. there are shopkeepers
who are also princes. My client Of this
evening is one of those. Behold, he
comes. Pardon"
The man for whom these great prep
arations had been made food in the
entrance of the restaurant. waiting for
the woman who was giving her cloak
to the vestaire. He was tall and thin,
dressed rather severely. with black
tie ana short coat. a monocle which
bon His face was unusually long, his
hung from his neck with a black rib
eyes deepset. his mouth set firm on a
somewhat protuberant jaw, with lines
at the corners which somehow sug-
gested humor. When he suw Henri. he
nodded
"once more, Henri" he remarked,
beloved ParisT'
Monsieur is always welcome" Henri
declared. bowling to the ground. Paris
is the gayer for his coming"
You are indeed 2 nation of court
iers,' Herr Carl Freudenberg exclaimed.
What German ober kellner would
have thought of a speech like that TO
q Frenchman fin ling himself in Berlin?
All. Henri. you try. all of you, to- spoil
me here. Is il not so, mademoiselle?'
he added. turning With a bow and a
smile to the girl who stood now by his
side Henri here speaks honeyed
words to me always. The wonder to
me is that / am ever able to tear my
self away from this city of fascina-
ton"
IF we could keep monsieur" the girl
murmured, smiling at Henri, 81 think
that we should all be very well con-
tent"
Herr Freudenberg made little grim
ace.
But my toys" he cried. ''Who is
there in Germany could make such toys
as I and my factory people? The wotld
would be sad indeed-the world Of chill
dren, 1 mean-if my factory were to
close down or my designers should lose
their cunning"
"Is il the greatest ambition of mon
sieur," the girl asked, "to amuse and
make happy the world Of children?
not the world of grown people some
claims?''
Monsieur will, 1 trust, and madame"
Henri declared, as they moved slowly
forward, find much TO admire in the
table which has been prepared for them
this evening. IL is, by the orders OF
monsieur, so enclosed that here one
may talk without fear of observation.
And the perfume of these roses, every
one Of which has been selected, is a
wonderful thing. 1t Is indeed work
OF art
Herr Freudenberg turned deliberately
on one side, where the little flower girl
was still lingering.
"Mademoiselle." he said. something
tells me that il is you whom we have
to thank for this adorable creation. 1t
is indeed a work of supreme art. If
mademoiselle would permit!"
He slipped a crumpled note into her
fingers 50 quietly and unostentatiousiy
that il was there and in her pocket be-
fore any one had time TO notice ii. She
went out murmuring to herself:
He is a prince, this monsieur YER
liable prince!'
For your dinner" Henri anpounced,
as they seated themselves in their
places, 81 have no word toltell you. I
spare you. as you see, the barbarity Of
a menu. What will come TO you, mon
sieur and madame, is at least of our
best can promise that And the
wine is such as 1 myself have selected,
knowing we'll the taste or monsieur"
"And of madame also, l trust?" Herr
Freudenberg remarked.
''Ahi monsieur" Henri continued,
when monsieur is not in Paris madame
is invisible. Not once since 1 last had
this pleasure of waiting upon your have
I had the joy of seeing her."
Herr Freudenberg looked across the
table at his companion with twinkling
eyes.
This is a city of conspirators," he de-
clared You make a man vain and
happy and joyous at the same time. Let
your dinner be served. then, Henri.
Since I was in Paris last / have eaten
many times. but have not dined"
The maitre de'hotel departed, but for
the next hour or SO his eyes were sell
dom far away from the table where sat
his most esteemed client. once or twice
others Of the diners sent for him.
Henri" one asked. and then another,
tell us, who is it that dimes like a
prince under the canopy of the pink
roses?"
Monsieur" he replied, lit is Herr
Carl Freudenberg, of Leipzig"
Herr Carl Freudenberg, of Leipzig
but who is hep
He is a great manufacturer OF toys,
monsieur"
"A German" one muttered
1T is they who are spelling Paris" an
other grumbled
They have at least the money!
One woman alone shook her head.
1T IS not nTeney only" she murmured.