The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-05-09

them. Warren ordered some beer.
which seemed to be the drink there.
From somewhere came the shrtll
tinkle OF q bell, and white curtain
was dropped before Z miniature statA
In q recess of the wall One Of the
long-haired youths. q stick In his hand,
SLOUGH hat on his flowing locks. now
arose and began to sing. He stood by
tho toy stage, which reminded Helen
! OF the Punch and Judy theatres Of her
childhood
With the second verse Of the fol.
licking French song, the black shad'
ows Of tiny marionettes were thrown
on the small curtain.
IF this is q real shadow play, it's
good fun" exclaimed Warren. leaning
forward with interest,
The small figures were clsvsrly ma
nipulated, and their black shadows
danced across the white sheet In COM
ical pantomime. When they finally
. flashed, on. the tiny stage darkened
and everybody applauded.
well, let's move on" suggested
Warren. 1--WE have seen about all
that is to be seen here"
Where are we going now?' asked
Helen, eagerly, for they were doing
; "MOntmArte' tonight.
| might as we'll take In the RAT
Mort next But they will probably
| be fake, too. We are twenty years
too late-none of these joints are what
they used to be-"
/ 1t had been drizzling when they
came in. and now it was raining hard.
Helen drew her white skirts close as
| they climbed the steep, wet steps to
I the street.
/ AS there was no cab in sight, they
had no choice but to walk, and Helen
trudged along, holding her skirts with
one hand and with the other clinging
to Warren's arm.
. There was something weirdly fas-
cinating in wandering through these
dark, narrow streets on a rainy night.
: The small, dimly lit shops and black
alleyways had an air Of sinister mys-
terry.
I Farther on, the RAT Mort" shone
out as the only one brightly lit spot
in this diney neighborhood. But when
! they reached the place, they found
none of the life and gayety the
| lights had led them to expect.
1t was regular restaurant, with a
space cleared for dancing. But there
| WcTc Ouly lew pCOplC ain
the walters were standing idly around.
The rainy night had discouraged the
sightseers.
This is too dead for u.s." and War
rem shook his head at a waiter who
rem forward to seat them. Come on,
let's do some more exploring. l have
| a bunch that we will find something
around here yet worth seeing"
AS they went out, Warren hailed 4
passing cab, bundled Helen in and told
the man to drive around the Mont
martre.
Through the rain-blurred cab win
dows the streets looked black and de-
serted. At length group of flashing
| lights shone out in the darkness
ahead, and Warren called to the man
to draw up.
! You wait here while l investigate
and leaving Helen in the cab, Warren
disappeared through the ghtterine
doorway, over which flashed "Cafe
Royal in green and red letters.
In a few moments he came out
1--WE will take chance on that. Some
thing is doing in there, all right"
Even from the doorway Helen could
hear the music and shrieks of laugh
ter. Inside the scene was bewilder
ing.
The long, crowded room was,ablazt
with lights. Dancing girls in shor
ballet skirts we're whisi1ing about il
the small space left for dancing. The
tables we're arranged along the walls