Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-02

MN, out IN spite Of the heat he was
soon doing. Helen leaned back and
closed her eyes, but tired as she was
she could not sleep Every few
moments she glanced at her watch.
surely time never passed so slowly.
At last the guard came through
shouting something in French War
rem woke up, looked at his watch and
said it must be "dejeuner."
They made their way back to the
dining car, but it was ALREADY
crowded. and they had to sit at ia
Die with two others. The car was
small and stuffy, the shades were
down-possibly to shut out the slar-
ing sun-and the electric lights were
lit.
Like An Asylum.
A wine card was on each table but
there was no other menu. The same
meal was served TO every one. Per
spring French walters dashed back
and forth and from great dishes
spooned out the food on each plate.
Helen had once seen a meal served
IN charity asylum where the in
mates had their food dished out TO
them in just this way.
Dear, / CAN'T eat when they
shovel things at me like this" She
protested Indignantly as one of the
walters flung on her plate a spoon
ful Of boiled fish and another of
mashed potatoes.
Guess you'll have to take il as YOU
get 1t here" muttered Warren. whose
realization that he could not talk
French had subdued his usual domi-
neering attitude toward walters.
Here a waiter passed along with a
great basket of bread on his arm,
slamming down a piece by each plate.
Helen pushed back her plate in flu
rious resentment. For once she want
ed Warren TO put up a protest-a
strong one. He was always roar
ing at walters at the slightest cause.
put now he was calmly eating his
lunch, ignoring the insolence Of the
service.
What's the use of putting UP a
kick?" he shrugged. They've got the
best of us and they know it. We can't
walk out to another place, so We'll
have to put up with this or 20 with
out till We get to Paris"
No, l don't want anything else!"
exclaimed Helen GROSSLY, waving back
the man who took off her top plate
and began to dish out roast beef on
the one underneath. But he chartered
something in French and shoveled out
her portion unheeding.
For Helen that luncheon was a most
unhappy one, and she was glad to
get back to the compartment.
A Fearful Prospect.
Dear" picking up the guide book
and glancing over the hotels she had
marked, let's go to an American no.
tel. II would be fearful 10 spend
two weeks at place where we could
not ask for what we want, and where
we'd have things flung at us as they
were to-day"
We'll, We'll see when we get there. -
conceded Warren, whose ardor for
French atmosphere had been some-
what dampened by that luncheon.
Again Helen leaned back with
closed eyes resigning herself to the
heat and discomfort for another three
hours.
Just then physical comfort seemed
more alluring than anything else. She
had visions of driving from the sta
ton to some well-appointed hotel.
where they could have a private bath.
and where she would slip out of these
hot, dusty clothes and have a cold
shower in a white tiled bathroom, and
then lie down in cool awning
shaded room, with a clinking pitcher
Of ice water beside her.
But they were going to Paris-and
Helen had a disquieting premonition
that this vision might not be realized.