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

IVY ARREN compared the numD er
NJ over the door with the one
w he had scrubbed On the back
~ an envelope
Doesn't look much like q restau
ant" glancing up at the old-fash-
,oned high stopped, brownstone
house.
This must be it," insisted Helen.
They said there wasn't any sign, and
Tor 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
sny cheap attempt at decoration.
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
mere and had kept for them two
seats at their table by the high board
cence.
why, it's like a bit of Paris" ex-
.lained Helen delightedly, like a
Students cafe In the Latin Quarter
That's what we told YOU" said
Mr. Stevens. The three French sis
ors who run this had a restaurant
over there, and they've managed TO
ransplant the atmosphere" -
Was that one of the sisters who
opened the door,? asked Warren,
Yes, and this is the younger one"
nodding to pretty, dark-eyed girl
who was waiting on the tables.
There's still another who does the
cooking"
And they do all the work of this
place?" asked Helen incredulously.
CLEAN PLACE.
Yes. and have roomers upstairs.
But they have man for the dish
Washington must have seen him
rs you came through the kitchen"
Il noticed how clean everything
was. I've always been afraid OF
these cheap places. because thought
they weren't clean.
Well, it's all right here" asserted
Mr.. Stevens, ladling out the soup
from huge bowl which the younger
sister had placed on their table.
That's part of the atmosphere,
laughed Mrs Stevens, as a leaf drifted
INTO Hslen's plate.
That part of the atmosphere, tooT
Warren nodded to q 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; a dark cellar
Ike"
Cut it," interrupted Warren. You're
as bad as Mrs. Martin with her ever
issting When l was abroad and
While we were in Paris"
DO 1 talk very much about it?"
Helen appealed to Mr.. Stevens.
Not nearly enough" gallantly.
What's the use of going abroad II
,ou can't
Bore your friends with your rem
nscences," finished Warren.
You see that woman who just came
NJ" whispered Mrs. Stevens. NO,
don't look now. She's on ono of the
oapers-the Star, 1 think. Look how
4ueerly she dresses"
oh, all literary women dress like
'rumps."
Can ] look now?" asked Helen.
siying a quick backward glance at
lie 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
he black-and- 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 toi
day" came a woman's shrill voice
rom the table just back of them.
Who's going to bring 1t out?' a
mans voice asked.
4 don't know yet" evasively,
Several publishers want It, but l
haven't decided just where I'll place
IT,"
What a whopper," grinned War
rem. Don't know her from Adam.
but I'll wager if she gets book