Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-08
TuEN looked about The noisy. bad

TTMEN looked about the noisy. bad
RI smelling station with a sinking
II n heart So this was ParisI
Warren had left her to watch their
bags while he hurried OF to see about
the trunks. Now she saw him coming
back. followed by a man with Inter
prefer on his cap.
"Just this way, SIR" as he picked up
their bags and led them to a large room
where the baggage Of all the passengers
from the steamer train was spread out
on long benches
why, I thought there wasn't any
custom duty in France" exclaimed Hell
en-, as she watched the French inspec-
tors going through the trunks.
ITS mainly on tobacco and matches,
madame" the interpreter informed her.
But they're very strict about that"
Warren located their trunks under
&C" the interpreter then got them
an inspector who spoke broken English.
pocketed his tip and hurried on.
Cigars cigarettes tobacco -
matchesr~ demanded ne inspector. tap
ping their trunks.
mot In there An I've p0t'g rigft
here" and Warren opened up his suit
case and took out a half box Of Of
gars and a few cigarettes
open thisi" the inspector pointed 70
the larger Of the two trunks, which
happened to be Helen'A
The next moment he was turning
over Helens "frilikens," while she
looked on in indignant protest that any
one should expect to find cigars or
matches there. Suddenly he drew out
a small leather-covered case, but found
It was only a sewing case fitted with
needles and thread
A Thorough Search.
Another larger box wrapped IN tissue
paper he felt suspicfously but It held
only a pair OF pink evening slippers
and hosiery.
Then with the usual inconsistency OF
customs inspectors he chalked the rest
OF their baggage without opening any
thing else.
Tagging a porter, Warren motioned
him to take all their luggage out to a
cab The few words OF French War.
rem knew he used most sparingly, seem
ing to think he could be better under
stood by signs.
Blame this French money! taking
out a handful OF loose change How
much are you supposed to tip these fell
lows anyway" as the man having piled
the luggage on the taxi now stood grin
ming eXpectantly. Guess that was
enough" for the porter pocketed the
coin and touched his cap. They let
you know when It isn't"
Warren had given the address TO the
driver and they were now whirled out
into the hot sun baked streets.
Told you we'd get it hot in Paris, -
grimly.
"Oh, It's AWFUL gasped Helen.
tired to explore. Hadn't we better &c
to regular hotel?'
Wei. want to have a look at this
place Merwin recommended. He says
it's right around the corner from the
Continental II we don't like it, we
| can go there"
They had now turned into a wide
| boulevard with trees and sidewalk cafes
| like the Illustrations Of Paris one sees
In the magazines. But Helen was too
| tired, hot and uncomfortable and too
much worried about the possible dis
| comforts Of the place to which they were
going to be interested I'm street scenes,
however picturesque.
There's the Continental" Warren
nodded toward a huge hotel with wav-
ing flags just ahead. TT must be near
here. Oh. here we are"
The cab was drawing up before the
heavy wrought iron door from out Of
which came running uniformed por-
ter.
Hold up therer' protested Warren, as
the porter began TO drag out their lug
gage. I'VE want to look things over
before you take that in"
But the porter. eager to secure an
American guest was already headed to-
ward the door with a suit case in each
hand, and It took some vigorous sign
language from Warren to bring him
back to the waiting taxi
Here, I'll have to stay with the
things. You go up and see what they've
got II IT won't do, Wen go over to
the Continental"
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