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

"
M over the door with the on
w he had scrubbed IN the bach
o. an envelope.
Doesn't look much Ike restau'
rant" Elancing up at the old fash
Toned, high stopped. brownstont
house
This must be IT," insisted Helen
They said there wasn't any sign. and
:or 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 20 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 niCktring gas Jets
We're the only lights.
Mr. and Mrs stevens we're already
there and had kept for them two
seats at their table by the high board
.ence.
why. it's like bit of Paris" ex-
claim ed Helen delightedly, like a
Students cafe In the Latin Quarter
That's what we told YOU" said
MIR. stevens. The three French sis
,ers who run this had a restaurant
over there, and they've managed to
transplant the atmosphere"
was that one of the sisters who
opened the door?' asked warren.
Yes, and his is the younger one"
holding to a pretty, dark eyed girl
who was waiting on the tables.
There's still another who does the
cooking"
And they d. all the work OF this
placer asked Helen incredulously.
A CLEAN PLACE.
Yes. and have roomers upstairs.
But they have 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 OF
these cheap places. because l thought
they weren't clean
We'll, it's all right here" asserted
Mr.. stevens, ladnng out the soup
u
sister had placed on their table.
That's part of the atmosphere"
laughed Mrs. StevAAA. as a leaf dritted
into Helens plate.
That part OF the atmosphere, tooF"
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. a dark cellar
like
Cut IT," interrupted Warren. You're
as bad as Mrs, Martin with her ever
lasting When / was abroad and
While we were in Paris"
DO ! talk very much about IT."
Helen appealed to MIR. Stevens.
Not nearly enough" gallantly.
What's the use OF going abroad II
YOU can't
Bore your friends with your rem
iniscences.' finished Warren.
You see that woman who just came
in?" whispered Mrs. Stevens. mo.
don't look now. She's on one OF the
papers-the Star. l think Look how
queerly she dresses"
'Oh. all literary women dress like
frumps."
Can l look now?" asked Helen.
giving quick backward glance at
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 Bldridge Parker" repeated
Helen blankly. I've heard the name
somewhere What does she do?'
Writes the sobby. hesrt-to-heart
stun 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 II, but |
haven't decided just where Ill place
IT,"
What a whopper." grlnned War
rem. Don't know her from Adam
but IN wager If she gets a book