The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-04-23
Married Life the Third Year

Helen looked about the noisy, bad
smelling station with a sinking heart
So this was Paris!
Warren had Left her TO watch their
bags while he hurried off to see about
the trunks. Now she saw him com
ing back, followed by a man with
Interpreter" on his cap.
Just this way, SIR as he picked
up their bags and led them to a large
room where the baggage of all the
passengers from the steamer-train
was spread out on long benches.
WHY, | thought there wasn't any
custom duty in France" exclaimed
Helen, as she watched the French IL
speCtors going through the trunks.
Its mainly on tobacco and matches
madame" the Interpreter informed
her But they're very strict about
that"
Warren located their trunks under
&C. the Interpreter then got them an
inspector who spoke broken English,
pocketed his tip and hurried off,
Cigars - cigarettes - tobacco -
matches?" demanded the Inspector
tapping their trunks.
Not in there All I've COTS right
here and Warren opened up his suit
case and too kout half box of cigars
and few cigarettes.
open this!" the inspector pointed
| to the larger OF the two trunks, which
happened to be Helen's.
The next moment he was turning
over Helen's "frilikens" while she
looked on in indignant protest that
any one should expect to find cigars
or matches there. Suddenly he drew
| out small leather covered case, but
| found it was only sewing case fitted
with needles and thread
A THOROUGH SEARCH
; Another larger box wrapped in It's
sue paper he felt suspiciously but il
held only a pair of pink evening slip
pers and hosiery.
Then with the usual inconsistency
of customs inspectors he chalked the
rest of their baggage without opening
| anything else.
Tagging a porter Warren motioned
hi INTO take all their luggage out to a
cab. The few words of French War
rem knew he used most sparingly
seemin gto think he could be better
understood b.. signs.
| Blame this French money! taking
out handful of loose change. "How
much are you supposed to tip these
fellows anyway?' as the man having
piled the luggage on the taxi now
stood grinning eXpectantly. Guess
that was enough for the porter peck
eted the coin and touched his cap
They let you know when it isn't
| -
the driver and they were now Whirled
out INTO the hot sun-baked streets
! Told you we'd get I hot in Paris,
grizzly
oh it's AWFUL" gasped Helen
! Dear, it's toe hot and we're both toe
tired to explore. Iladn'; We better &C
/ to a regular hotel?"
We'll | want to have look at this
! place Merwin recommended. He says
| it's right around the corner from the
| Continental. If we don't like it We
can go there
They had now turned into a widf
boulevard with tees and sidewalk
! cafes Ike the illustrations OF Pari!
/ one sees in the magazines. But Heller
was too tired, hot and uncomfortable
and too much worried about the posi-
! Bile discomforts OF the place to which
! they were going TO be interested il
street scenes however picturesque.
"There's the Continental" Warner
nodded toward a huge hotel with way
ing flags just ahead. ut must be nea
here. Oh, here we are.
The cab was drawing up before tn
f, heavy wrought iron door from out O
which came running uniformed por
| ter.
Hold up there" protested Warren
as the porter began to drag out thei
| luggage I'VE want to look thing
over before you take that in
But the porter, eager to secure al
American guest, was already headed
toward the door with a suit case il
each hand, and it took some vigorou
sign language from Warren to brin'
him back to the waiting taxi
Here, I'll have to stay with thu
things. You go up and see wha
they've got. If it won't do, We'll g
over to the Continental
In spite of the reassuring sign
English Spoken Here" it was witt
much trepidation that Helen passed
through the heavy iron doorway, u
the circular stairs to small office OF
the second floor.
Have you any two-room suites witt
private BATH" she asked of the DAP
per little Frenchman who rose from
his desk as she entered.
He smiled, bowed, waved her to
chair, then opening door he called
"Fanchon! Fanchcn!"
A young and very pretty Frencl
girl appeared. In soft, hesitatin
/ English, she asked:
Would Madame like to see som
rooms?"
! Helen followed her up another fligh
of the circular stairs and was ushere
into two small rooms furnished a
sitting room and bedroom, both ovel
looking the boulevard.
! VERY DEcE,viNG.
At the, first glance the red velve
hangings of the canopied bed and tn
long French windows gave an impress
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