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


w he had scrubbed On the back
Of an envelope.
Doesn't look much like a restau-
rant" glancing up at the old-fash-
ioned, high stopped, brownstone
house.
This must be it," insisted Helen.
They said there wasn't any sign, and
Cor US to ring the basement bell"
The basement door was opened by
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
in one corner of the high white
washed fence, and the rest of the
space was given to tables. The star
lit 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
.ence
Why, it's like a bit of Paris ex-
claimed Helen delightedly, like z
students cafe in the Latin Quartet
That's what we told YOU" said
Mr. stevens. The three French sis
tcrs who run this had restaurant
over there, and they've managed to
transplant the atmosphere"
Was that one of the sisters VINO
opened the door% asked Warren.
Yes, and this is the younger one,
who was waiting on the tables.
There's still another who does the
cooking"
Ana they d. all the work of this
place?' asked Helen incredulously.
A CLEAN PLACE.
Yes, ans have roomers upstairs.
But they nave a man for the dish
Washington must have seen him
as you came through the Kitchen"
Il noticed how clean everything
was. I've always been afraid o.
.nese cheap places, because l thought
lney weren't clean.
Well, it's all right here" asserted
Mr.. stevens, ladhng out the soup
rom d nu5e po"l w lAiN4l liS s'NA'5 -
sister had placed on their table.
That's part of the atmosphere"
.augned Mrs. Stevens, as a leaf drlfted
INTO Helens plate.
That part of the 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. 1T was really
the queerest place; dark cellar
like
Cut it," interrupted Warren. You're
as bad as Mrs. Martin with her ever
lasting When l was abroad ana
While we were in Paris.
DO | talk very much about it?'
Helen appealed to Mr.. Stevens.
Not nearly enough" calamity
What's the use of going abroad if
fou can't
Bore your friends with your rem
niscences," finished Warren.
You see that woman who. just came
m whispered Mrs Stevens. No,
don't look now. She's on one of the
1apers-the Star, | think. Look how
lueeriy she dresses"
on, all literary women dress like
.rumps."
Can 1 look now?" asked Helen,
giving a quick backward glance at
he 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
The black white hat"
Anna Eldridge Parker" repeated
Helen blankly.. 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 woman's shrill voice
from the table just back of them.
Who's going to bring it out?' a
mans voice asked.
Il don't know yet" evasively.
Several publishers want 1t, but l
haven't decided just where III place
it,"
What a whopper." grinned War
rem. Don't know her from Adam,
but III wager if she gets book