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

WY AEREN compared the number
M over the door with the one
w he had scrubbed On the back
Of an envelope
Doesn't look much like a restau-
rant" gianeing up at the old fash
toned, 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 whe1 Warren men
toned Mr. stevens. smiled cordially
and led them through the kitcnen
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 nickerins 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
clam ed Helen dehgntedly. like a
students cafe in the Latin quarter
That's what we told YOU" said
Mr.. stevens The three French sis
tors who run this had restaurant
over there, and they've managed 10
transplant the atmosphere
Was that one of the sisters who
opened the door" asked Warren
Yes, and mis- is the younger one
uodding 10 pretty, dark eyed girl
VINO was waiting on the tabIes'
There's still another VINO does the
cooking.
And they d. all the work of this
placer? asked Helen incredulously.
A CLEAN PLACE.
Yes, and have roomers upstairs.
But tney have 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 OIL
these cheap places. because thought
they weren't clean"
We'll, it's all right here" asserted
Mr., Stevens, ladling out the soup
from a huge bowl which the younger
sister had placed on their table.
That's part Of the atmosphere
into Helens plate.
That part of the atmosphere. too"
Warren nodded to 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 and
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 II
you can't
Bore your friends with your rem
inisceuces," finished Warren.
You see that woman who just came
in?" 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
frumps."
Can ! look now?" asked Helen.
giving a quick backward glance at
the 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 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
stun for the woman's page OF the
News"
Eyes, TIM just finishing my book.
! was revising the last chapters to-
day" came womans shrill voice
from the table just back OF them
who's going to bring II out?" a
mans voice asked.
Il don't know yet" evasively.
Several publishers want it, but l
haven't decided just where I'll place
IL"
What a whopper." grinned War
rem. Don't know her from Adam,
but III wager If she gets a book