Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-15

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Fl grinning French maid with the
= coffee and rolls The girl looked
uncertainty around for some place to
set the tray. for on the only table
Helen had unpacked her travelling bag
Wait. you can put it here and
Helen hurriedly cleared Off the table.
The maid, who could not understand
or speak a word of English, put down
the tray, chartered something in French
and hurried out.
breakfast Gomez" called Warren
from the bedroom.
THE trays come, but l shouldn |
call It breakfast answered Helen
viewing it with disgust. Just see
how they serve things hereV
II was certainly not an attractive
tray. There were only coffee and rolls
roll and a blackened spoon and
knife was thrust in each Of the thick
clipped coffee cups. There was a small
plate of butter. a brown earthenware
coffee pot, a pitcher Of hot milk
saucer with a few Jumps of sugar-and
nothing else There were no napkins,
and not even saucers for the cups.
well. they don't believe in unes-
sentiaIs. that's certain" was Warren's
comment as he surveyed the tray.
Look at that silverl" exclaimed
Helen Indignantly, taking the black
ened spoon and knife from one OF the
cups.
I'D hardly call It silver. But come
on-draw up a chair there. It's after
nine now and l ought to be out OF
here"
Helen spread a fresh towel on the
tabie 10 serve as a cloth and arranged
on It the meager contents Of the tray
Here. dear. this is as good as paper
napkins" taking from her trunk some
crumpled tissue paper,
Helen in Distress.
"Oh. don't be so darn particular
pouring out his coffee. while Helen
wiped out her cup and spoon with the
paper You've got to put up with
lot Of things when you travel"
''I can put up with almost anything
If It's clean. But I don't think this
place Is clean. Hadn't you better tell
them as you go out that we're not going
to stay"
i've no time to look up any other
place" he frowned. I'm here on bust
ness and got to be on the job. We
, can put up with this for a couple of
weeks-won't be here longer than that
Helen flushed. Dear. I CAN'T stay
at this place tell you It isn't CLEAN
I can't eat here" pushing back I'M
touched the cup OF muddy, brown coffee.
See here, the place for anybody
that's as blamed fussy as you-is at
home! II I'd had any sense, I'd left
you there"
But can't find other roomsY' plead
ingly. 81 haven't anything else to do
i can start out the first thing this
morning. Dear, you said we didn't have
to stay here If we didn't like IT.
well, I like 1t all right. This is
good enough for anybody. We've got
two big rooms right on the Boulevard,
within a stones throw Of the Opera
House-what more do you want?"
He pushed back the shabby red velvet
arm chair, crumpled the tissue paper
into a ball and threw it on the table
as he rose.
Now I'll be back here about half
past six, and wen go out to dinner.
You can fool around the shops or d"
anything you like-but we're going to
let well enough alone and stay right
here. Understand?'
He STROBE into the bedroom, brushed
his hat, tammed it on his head, got
some papers out of his suit case and
started for the door.
Now, you've got enough money!
Helen nodded.
We'll, the American Express Com
pany Is right around the corner-they Il
tell you how to get anywhere You
might stop in there and see If there 5
any mail for US.