Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-02
lGTX YELL. what do you want to
w do?" asked Warren. when


on the racks and under the seats of /
their compartment We've got to kill /
an hour and a half somehow. Want |
to wait here? I'm going to have
look about the place"
In spite of her WEAKNESS, Helen |
rose with an eager, "Oh. I'll go with /.
you She had heard of Cherbourg |
as a quaint old French town. and
since they must wait here 1t would |
be interesting to wander about.
Better leave your coat" advised |
Warren. It's getting pretty hot /.
Guess everythingll be safe here"
They left the train and walked down /
70 the end of the platform. Helen |
bowed to several of the passengers
with whom they had crossed and /
who We're now strolling impatiently |
about. indignant that this special /
steamer train to Paris should not start
for over an hour.
Here, this looks PROMISING" and /
Warren turned up the narrowest and /
ulnglest Of the irregular streets which /.
led from the station.
As II was not vet seven, the streets .
still wore the quiet deserted air of /
early morning. Here and there a /
siatternly woman was opening up a 4
\small shop or sweeping out the door |
way. The houses were low and ram |
bling, their stone walls crumbling with /
age.
1t was all very picturesque. but II
was also all very dirty. There were |
piles Of garbage in the narrow streets |
and on each side ran a gutter of filthy |
water
Most Insanitary.
ooh, look, dear how AWFUL" as
n oil -, cI-.g =
the stone doorways and emptied
pail of slop into the gutter. Don't I
they have sewerage? Wouldn't YOU /
think this would breed disease?"
They seem to thrive on it," shrug- /
ged Warren. AT least they don't die .
young glancing up dark alley 1
where an old woman, who looked like /
a witch in a fairy book, was sweeping |
the cobblestones.
AS they turned another corner there |
game jogging along a curious old cart .
drawn by shaggy donkey with .
tinkling bell. Beside it plodded an .
old man with a shovel, scooping w.
the piles of garbage.
Guess were getting around too |
early commented Warren NAV
look better when they get the streets |
ehoVeled out. Look at this" pausing .
before low fiy-speCked window, in |
which were displayed some greasy
sausages, three stale looking pies and |
some wilted green's. You didn't eat |
much breakfast on the boat, now
here's your chance"
But, dear thought the French
were Clean?"
Guess some Of them are: but I
should say we've struck the Sums
, Let's try IT up this way"
A Better Street.
Suppose we can't find our way
back to the train?" demurred Helen |
Now, you leave that to me All.
this is better" as they turned into /
another narrow and irregular but |
more prosperous street. More people .
were astir and more shops were open /
Workmen in shabby black velvet |
blouses and women with shawls over .
their heads were walking in the mid |
die of the street, for the uneven side
walks ere too narrow. ]
ooh, did you ever see such loaves?" I
Helen paused before a bread shop. .
where loaves fully five feet long lay I
in the window
But Warren was engrossed with the .
window Of an adjoining shop, in which |
were piled great round molds of
cheese. They looked soiled and /.
greasy, and the dark interior of the |
shop was none too clean.
We'll, you needn't sniff" prtestej |
w dl eli. nat ) BlpBdDIN the very /
cheese you get in New York and pay
a stiff price for, too It's places like !
this that all our imported cheese
comes from"
They wandered on through winding. |
torruOus streets. Helen had lost all |
idea of direction and would have been
hOpelessly lost, but Warren's sense Of |
locality rarely failed him, and he
found the way back to the station |
through a much more picturesque dis
trict
When the train finally started,
Warren opened up his suitcase, took
out some cigars and said he was go
ing in to sit with Hawley, one Of the
men with whom he had spent much |
time on the steamer.
Hardly had he gone when the guard |
came through for their tickets He
could not speak English but Helen |
finally made him understand that
gentleman in one of the other com |
partments had hers.
They were now passing through a !
beautiful country of quaint thatched-
roof cottages with now and then a |
d, glimpse of distant village and ca
thedral spires.
tired and warm and uncomfortable 10
care for scenery. The shade by her |
window would not stay down, and the |
sun beat in numerically
It was still only a little after 8.
Surely this morning was endless. l;
, seemed hours since they mad got up
Vat 4:3O and left the boat on the ten
der. Helen's heart sank at the thought |
of the six more long hours to Paris
Suit Too Warm.
Her travelling suit was much too
warm for this intense and unexpected !
heat; her stiff linen collar was chat-