Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-27
" MABEL HERBERT URNER.

VT ARREN compared the number
NM over the door with the one
w he had scrubbed on the back
Of an envelope.
Doesn't look much like a restau-
rant" CHANGING up at the old-fash-
ioned. high stopped. brewnstone
house.
They said there wasn't any sign, and
Tor US to ring the basement bell"
The basement door was opened by
L. pleasant-faced young French
woman. who, when Warren men
toned Mr.. stevens, smiled cordially
and led them through the, kitchen
out to the small. back yard restau-
rant.
The place had not been spoiled by
any cheap attempt at decoration
There was a tree and a few shrubs
4 lin one corner Of the high white
washed fenca, and the rest of the
I space was given to tables. The star
| III sky and a few Pickering gas jets
were the only lights.
Mr.. and Mrs. Stevens were already
there and had kept for them two
seats at their table by the high board
fence.
why, it's like a bit of Paris" ex-
claimed Helen delightedly, like q
Students cafe in the Latin Quarter.
That's what we told you," said
Mr. stevens. The three French sis
tors who run this had a. restaurant
. a raA
transplant the atmosphere"
was that one Of the sisters who
opened the doorP asked Warren.
Yes. and this 10 the younger one. "
nodding to a pretty, dark-eyed girl
who was waiting on the tables.
There's still another who does the
cooking"
And they d. all the work of this
placer" asked Helen inoreduleusly.
CLEAN PLACE.
Yes, and have roomers upstairs.
But they have man for the dish
washing-you must have seen him
as you came through the kitchen"
i noticed how clean everything
was I've always been afraid OF
these cheap places, because 1 thought
they weren't clean"
Well. it's all right here" asserted
/ Mr.. Stevens, ladling out the soup
from q huge bowl which the younger
sister had placed on their table.
That's part of the atmosphere"
laughed Mrs. Stevens, as leaf drltted
INTO Helen's plate
That part of tho atmosphere, too?"
Warren nodded to a lanky black cat
walking along the top of the fence.
oh, we went to the, Black Cat in
Paris" began Helen. at was really
the queerest place; a dark cellar
Hike"
Cut It," Interrupted Warren. You're
as bad as Mrs. Martin with her ever
lasting When / was abroad ana
While we were in Paris.
DO / talk very much about itg'
Helen appealed to Mr.. Stevens.
Not nearly enough" gallantly.
What's the use of going abroad If
you can't"
Bore your friends with your rem
lniscences." finished Warren.
You see that woman who just came
ln?' whispered Mrs. Stevens. NO,
. DON'T look now. She's on one Of the
papers-the Star, think. Look how
queerIy she dresses"
oh. all literary women dress like
irumps"
Can l look now?" asked Helen,
giving a quick backward glance at
me rather frowsy, overdressed woman
who sat behind them.
You've heard of Anna Eldridge
Parker. haven't you? Well, that's
her at that long table-the one with
Inc ack-and-wh hat"
Anna Eldridge Parker" repeated
Helen blankiy. i've heard the name
somewhere. What does she do?'
Writes the sobby, heart-to-heart
stuff for the woman's page of the
News"
Yes. I'm just finishing my book
! was revising the last chapters to-
day came a womans shrill voice
from the table Just back of them
Who's going to bring 1t outT' a
mans voice asked.
Il don't know yet" svasively
Several publishers want 1t, but
haven't decided just where I'll place
| II"
What a whopper." grinned War
rem. Don't know her from Adam,
but Ill wager If she gets book