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

wv ABREN compared the number
M over the door with the ono
ne mad scriboled IN the BACK
If an envelope
Doesn't look much like a restau-
rant" slancing up at the old fash
Toned, high stopped, brownstone
hn,lse
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. whea 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 beAn spoiled BY
any cheap attempt at decoration.
There was a tree and 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 nlckerinS gas Jets
were the only lights.
Mr. and Mrs. Stevens were already
there a7G had kept for them two
seats at their table by the high board
fence
Why, it's like a bit Of Paris" eN-
clam cd Helen eiisntediy, hike a
students cafe in the Latin quarter ~
Inats what we told YOU said
Mr.. stevens The three french sis
tors who run this mad restaurant
over there, and they've managed 10
transplant the atmosphere
was that one of the sisters VINO
opened the door, asked warren.
Yes, and mis- is the younger one,
noddnG 10 pretty, dark eyed girl
VINO was waiting ON the tables.
There's still another who does tho
cooking
Ana they d. all the work OF this
place asked Helen increduiously.
CLEAN PLACE.
Yes. and have roomers upstairs
But tney 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
"Wen, it's all right here asserted
MIR. stevens, ladling out the soup
from a huge bowl which the younger
sister had placed on their table.
That's part of the atmosphere.
laughed Mrs. StepsEa, a. n leaf drifted
into Helen's plate.
That part of the atmosphere too?'
Warren nodded to lanky oiack 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 l was abroad ana
While we were In Paris
do | talk very much about t?'
Helen appealed to MI. stevens.
Not nearly enough" sallantly.
What's the use OF going abroad If
you can't
Bore your friends with your rem
iniscehees," finished Warren.
You see that woman who Just came
inc" 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 al 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"
YES. I'm just finishing my book.
! was revising the last chapters to-
day" came woman's shrill voice
from the table just back of them.
Who's going TO bring II outG" a
mans voice asked,
Il don't know yet" evasively.
several publishers want IT, but
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 a book