South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-10-29

7 As they stood uncertainty at the
doorway. couple rose from a most
1 desirable table on the veranda-one
+ that Helen had seen from the street.
/ II they could only get that,
The next moment the head waiter
Z was bowling them toward it. Two
other walters rushed forward with
fresh linen and silver, and a third
placed a footstool at Helen's feet.
O., dear, it's a wonderful place. -
sinking back with a sense Of infinite
relief that a critical situation had
been safely passed
We'll, well not get enthusiastic till
we see what the FOODS like" grunted
Warren, somewhat appeased by the
. attention they had receive
Il can't make anything out of this -
scOwling at the menu, which was 81
legibly written in French with pale
purple ink.
viii you have our five franc table
d'hote dinner. monsieur" asked a
waiter at his elbow.
"Umph, you speak English? Well.
that simplifes things. What do you
get with that dinner"
Sounds Good"
"Hors d'oeuvres. potage. fish, en-
tree, roast salade, entremets and a
bottle of red or white Bordeaux"
That sounds pretty good" assented
Warren. "All right, We'll try it,"
To Helen the atmosphere Of the
place and the street scene below was
one Of enchantment. She was be-
ginning to feel the charm Of Paris.
With the hors d'oeuvres and first
glass Of wine, the scOwling frown on
Warren's brow had relaxed, and with
the thick green Saint Germain soup
he grew almost genial
Just taste that fish, It's great
What they call filet of sole at home
is only founder. We never see the
real thing there. This is an albright
place"
He Feels Better
"Oh, I'm SO glad we found this
dear. For l felt you were getting
out Of humOr, and would blame me
for not staying at that other place"
exclaimed Helen. who womanlike, al
ways wanted TO go back over a situa-
ton, instead of being content to leave
we'll enough alone. and I couldn't
bear TO have our first dinner in Paris
an unhappy one"
who in thunder was going to
make it unhappy. unless you were ?"
grOwled Warren, who hated post
mOrtems. What the devil are you
harping on ii now for. anyway"
"Oh, I only meant. dear''-began
AAtltAAI AdftltBtIs ~ COnGllldLt. but
fortunately at this moment the waiter
uncovered the fowl. roasted to a deli
cate brown. and Warren's attention
was diverted from Helen's untactful
remark. -
Dear, there's not so much differ
ence in the gowns worn by the
French women" commented Helen,
There AREN'T any sensational dresses
here. That woman over there in pink.
is rather striking, but any of the
others might be I'm New York"
We'll, this isn't the sort of place
where you'd see much in the way of
dress. Some night I'll take you to
supper at Maxim's. The gowns
there'H be striking enough.
"Oh, are we going to Maxim's?"
delightfully."-. Il thought it was a
dreadful place"
Not so dreadful as they want you
to think-that's tIeir best asset.
You'll find it pretty tame. More than
half the crowd will be rubber necks
like ourselves
But Helen had read and heard
much of Maxim's, and as she minced
over the fruit salad she gazed down
on the gay boulevard in eager an
ticipation of a supper there.
Dear. What is this?" as the
waiter placed before them two small
brown Jars filled with a thick creamy
substance
Search met" shrugged Warren, in
vestigating it with a spoon.
That's Creme de Zeigny, monsieur.
Will you have sugar with it?'
iii try it straight first"
ooh, it's delicious dear" exclaimed
Helen enthusiastically Its sort OF
sour. salty and sweet More like q
delicate liquid cheese"
Very smooth.
by Jove. that is pretty smooth"
admitted Warren. isn't this the
stuff the ThurstOns raved over when