Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-02-04

@ - rave Come, collect your data, and
M arrange your narrative in the cool
0k9 and dgnifed spirit worthy of one
whose ambition is the phiosophic calm
First, our departure from New York Immensely
chic In the lead Mrs. Cobb and l. in motor coats
and wonderful white wells, rafting around like two
dried beans in plate of soup, inside of the immense
limousine that was brought over on the Kaiser
Wilhelm with us Behind us another machine,
filled with Mrs. Cobb's personnel,-not the ordinary
servants because she keeps special staff in each OF her
houses; but important people like her secretary the
footman she brought from Paris her masseuse and
that sort of thing On the two little seats in the mou
sine were perched Mrs. Cobb and poor old Geneveve,
clutchng my jewelry box on her lap and looking
about her with aTnaZement like COW that regards a
That night, as we had started Late we did not get
very far. We slept at town called Sprngfeld-such
nice quiet little place after the and hurry OF New
York! In the little hotel funny to the way
people stared They stood in two lines for to pass
between went in and out to automobile, and
fought for places next to table in the dining room
Yes it is amusing to travel like Queen even with
Victor in the background!
The next day. up early and o-a beautiful June day.
The roads the bumpiest, busiest affairs ever
saw; but the country was sweet. 1t reminded me OF
Normandya the apple trees and the little churches
but the churches and the houses too built OF wood
Imagine that How rich everyone must be, to use
wood like that! The houses painted white with
green blinds and little pointed ROOFS the qualntest
thing that and such lots of little flower
did SEE
But the peasants themselves regret say,
agreeable as in France They are very long and lean
and stylish there's costume of the country here, it
appears: the women all wear pink blouses and chic
hats, and the mem; but they sometimes have not
very nice manners, own. They scowl in such in
dependent way when Auguste the chauffeur, calls out
to know the way; the little boys sometimes throw
stones and then there's kind of peasant who sticks
right in the middle of the road with his cart and won't
let the automobile pass whether to side the other
But then the air is fresh and clear and the pretty
little girls throw flowers and l love the things
get to eat at the funny little hotels! Mrs Cobb scolds
and the food is atrocous; because get nothing
but beans cooked with molasses and pork $50 drolD
and-Oh, so many different kinds of pastry! They
call it pie; but love it and them all. Oh, like
America!
As the afternoon of the second day on the arr
grew resher; every and then caught gmpses of
@Were nearly there!" said Mrs. Cobb. A red spot
burned each cheek, and could she thinking
of her darling boy But the reason that urged
her on, held me behind. The blood in my cheeks
could feel it burning. Butah, not with delight!
What was going to see at last that the moment
had come for behoding my husband?
60 it can be imagined that little while after six
o'clock, when the limousine blew out its carbureter,
its magnometer something like that, was not
heartbroken the rest In fact, was delighted An
other hour of freedom-another hour before my fate
should close and grip me- never to let 60 again!
"Now what are we going to do!" cried Mrs Cobb,
almost in tears.
1t TRANSFERRED you see, that Auguste would have to
60 to the town himself to get the part that needed
because, as it imported car, else could
understand; and Ludovic the electrician, had to 60
with him because else could speak French and
English too and so interpret for him. Oh it was
mixed up and confused affair! Then, of course, Mrs.
Cobb couldn't stay, because her darling boy wait
ing for her. only hour ahead. During all these
consultations the touring car with the servants
drawn up alongside and finally it decided that
Mrs. Cobb and the Frenchmen should get into the
touring car where there already several places to
spare.