South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-11-26
THEIR MARRIED LIFE
By MABEL HERBERT URNER
HELENs PARTISAN sIIPPER THE PLEASURE OF \
CLOUD
By MABEL HERBERT URNER

That must be the landing down
there. i can't see the sign but I'm
sure that's where you get the st.
Clouds boats"
Hadn't YOU better ask someone -
Ventured Helen. Its so far to go
way down there and find it isn't the
place"
Il tell you il is the place." scowled
warren, who always hated TO ask his
way, and often wore Helen out try
ing 10 find a place without guidance.
Already they had walked across the
Alexandra bridge, and Helen was
tired and hot. Her feet ached. too.
for she had foolishly started out in a
pair OF white canvas pumps which
she had bought the day before.
a gravel path and stone steps led
down to what Warren thought was
the boat landing. But evidently il
was not in use this season. for the
place was deserted except for a man
who was shearing a dog in an empty
shed.
He was sitting on the ground hold
ing on his knees a King Charles
spaniel, whose sleek body he was
clipping close, leaving only the lion
like ruff of neck and tail. The dog,
grateful TO be rid of his heavy coat
this hot day, lay patiently on his back.
III be darned. muttered Warren,
y
4 know those boats used to start
from here"
But it's been seven years since you
were in Paris protested Helen. You
can't expect to find everything just
the same! Do ask that man where
the right landing isl csnt walk
much farther"
We'll if it's along here we'll find it,
obstinately ignoring her suggestion.
a
boat just pulling in?"
Helen Inquiries.
Helen's heart sank for the landing
Warren pointed to was back beyond
the bridge. And it might not be the
right one, Determinedly she ap
preached the man with the dog. If
Warren would not ask, she would. Not
knowing the French for boat land
ing" she repeated. st Cloud, st.
| Cloud?" and pointed to the landing
| beyond
"Qui, oui, madame" nodded the
man, Understandings, while the dog,
in spite of his inverted position.
wagged a friendly tail
Warren was already striding back
up the stone steps. Hope you're
satisfied" he grumbled, as Helen
! breathlessly caught up with him.
That's the st. Cloud boat there now.
If you hurry we'll get it,
Helen, her shoes hurting her at
every step, kept UP with Warren's
long strides rs best she could. AS they
drew near, they cOE!j see st. Cloud"
huttering on red lag over the boat.
May have TO wait another hour if
we don't catch this.' called back
Warren, running ahead IL set the
tickets.
The boat gave n warning whistle. A
man was loOsening the chain. Were
they going TO miss i, aft9- all? War
rem had the tickets now and was way
ing them at her. He'en, flushed and
breathless. reached the boat only a
second before it moved Off
'Whee, that was close" and War
rem wiped the inside of his hat with
his handkerchief. Pretty good sprint
for a hot day."
"Oh, can't lou End q place to sit
down ?'' painted Helen. MY feet hurt
So"
Don't see any place. do you?"
Licking around the crowded boat on
which every seat was taken. whats
the matter with your feet anyway"
You've been hObbling ever since we
stan ted"
It's these shoes : bought yeStcr-
day They're plenty big. lefiantiy,
bat they're too stiff. They nurt in
tho back at the heel
Hump, you ough, to know YOU
couldn't get a decent s1oa IN this
cour try. Why on car 4 didn't VIZ
BRING enough with You ,"
81 did, dear. all except white ones
well, serves you r-Snt. they ought
to hurt you if you haven't more sehse
than to start cut on TRIP Ike this
VITA a new pair of shoes"
Paris had been hot but the Seine
had been hotter. The sun glittered
on the water that was not even rip
pied by q breath of air. The iron
rail, against which Helen was lean
ing, almost burnt through her gloves.
Would she have TO stand on her ach-
ing feet in this blazing sun all the way
to st. Cloud?
Warren Compares.
They talk so blamed much about
the beauty Of the Seine-well l don't
see it! Can't hold a candle to our
palisades along the Hudson"
But Helen was much too uncom
Portable 10 note the scenery.
None too clean. either" went on
Warren. Hope they don't drink this
water But that's so, Frenchmen
don't drink any water. There's a seat
if you want one" as a man rose TO
get out at the next landing.
Helen sank into the seat and with a
sigh of relief drew off her slipper un-
der her dress. Warren did not trouble
10 come and stand by her but stood
where he was. leaning on his cane by
the railing.
AS they left the outskirts OF Paris
the river grew cleaner and the scenery
more attractive. But Helen was too
hot and much too uncomfortable To
enjoy or appreciate the sail.
At last they reached St Cloud. On
the hillside above was a big white no
tel with huttering flags and white
clothed tables on the green hedged
veranda and terrace
well what do you want 10 de-?
Walk around and take a look at the
village-Or get a cab here and drive
through the park first ?"
Helen. whose feet still hurt her.