The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-06-29

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and shabby and our boxes sitting
sadly in the middle of the studio
itself"
Have you ever stayed in the
Hotel Saint Anger" she asked.
Il used to know a fellow who
lived there" he said, earelessly.
But what made me pick it out
was the fact that it's such a queer,
beautiful old house. and with a
delightful garden. Also we shall
meet no English there"
| Don't you like English peo-
ple2" she protested.
Dampier laughed. II like them
everywhere but In Paris" he said
and then, But you won't be lone
ly, little lady, for a good many
Americans go to the Hotel Saint
Ange."
Their carriage was now thread
ing narrow, shaded thorough
fares. The windows of the high
houses on either side of the de-
serted streets through which they
were driving were all closely shut
tered. Suddenly the cab drew up
with a jerk before a broad oak
porte cochere which, sunk far
back into a thick wall, was now
inhospitably shut.
They go to bed betimes this
side of the river! exclaimed
Dampier.
But the driver gave the bell
handle a mighty pull, and finally
the great doors swung back while
a hearty voice called out, "C'est
ATnnusAaur nAw-n1d9 ffCfauf
vouse. mademoiselle?"
And Dampier shouted back in
French, Its Mr.. and Mrs. Dam
pier. Surely you expect us?
wrote from Marseilles three days
ago!"
He helped his wife out of the
cab. and they entered the hotel.
BY the dim light of a hanging
lamp Nancy Dampier saw that
three people had answered the
bell; they were a middle-aged
man (evidently mine host), his
stout better half, and youth
who stared at the newcomers.
AS is generally the case in a
French hotel, it was Madame who
took command. She poured forth
torrent of words, and at last
Dampier turned to his wife,
"They got my letter, butof course
bad no address to which they
could answer, and-and it's
rather a bore, darling-but they
don't seem to have any rooms
vacant"
But even as he spoke the fat,
cheerful-looking Frenchwoman
put her hand on the young Eng
lishman's arm. She had seen the
smart-looking box OF the bride,
the handsome croekodile skin bag
of the bridegroom, and again she
burst forth.
Dampier turned once more,
this time much relieved, to his
wife: Madame Poulain CHATS
her name, Ii seems) can put MS
up tonight, IL we don't mind two
very small economically not
on the same floor. Some people
are going away tomorrow and
then she'll have free some rooms
overlooking the garden"
lie took a ten-franc piece out
of his pocket as he spoke, and
handed 1t to the gratified cab
man:-"It doesn't seem too much
for a drive through fairyland'--|
he said to his wife.
Meanwhile Madame Poulain
was talking. talking. talking.
They are going to put you in
their own daughters room, dar-
ling. She's away just now. I,
it seems, must put up with a gar
reti"
"Oh, must you be far away
from me?" she asked little
plaintively.
only for tonight. only till to-
morrow, sweetheart"
And then they all began go
ing up a winding staircase which
started flush from the wall.
They had but a little way to
go up the shallow stairs, for
when they reached the first tiny
landing Madame Poulain opened
a narrow door which seemed,
when shut, to be part of the
psnelled walls.
Here's my. daughters ROOM"
said the landfady proudly.
What an extraordinary little
roomi" whispered Nancy.
And Dampier, looking round
him with a good deal of curiosity,
agreed, for this strange little
apartment had once been a pow
dering closet. Even now the only