South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-10-22
THEIR MARRIED LIFE
By MABEL HERB RI JRNER
WANTS PROTEST THE INsOIENT
SERVICE \ FRENCH DINING CAR

Well. what do you want to do?"
asked Warren, when ne had settled
their luggage on the racks and under
the seats Of their Compartment
We've got TO Kill an hour and a half
somehow. Want TO wait here? I'm
going 10 have a look about the place
In spite OF her WEAKNESS. Helen
rose with an eager. "Oh, I'll 90 with
YOU" She had heard Of CherbOurg
as quaint old French town and since
they must wait here it would be in
teresting TO wander about.
Better leave your coat" advised
Warren. las getting pretty hot.
Guess eveTythingll be safe here"
They left the train and walked
down TO the end OF the platform.
sengers with whom they had crossed
and who were now strolling impa-
tiently about. indignant that their
special steamer TO Paris should not
start for over an hour.
Here, this looks promising" and
Warren turned up the narrOwest and
din. st OF the irregular streets which
led from the station.
As il was not yet seven, the streets
still wore the quiet, deserted air of
early morning. Here and there
slatt1rnly woman was opening up a
small shop or sweeping out the door
way, The houses were low and ram
bling, their stone walls crumbling
with age.
1t was all very picturesque. but it
was also all very dirty. There were
piles of garbage in the narrow
streets and on each side ran a gutter
Of filthy water.
Most Insanitary.
"Oh, look, dear, how awful" as an
II n Il IL -
low stone dOorways and emptied a
pail of slop into the gutter. Don't
they have sewerage Wouldn't you
think this would breed disease %
They seem to thrive on it,"
shrugged Warren. AT least they
don't die young" glancing up a dark
alley where an old woman. who look
ed like a witch in a fairy book, was
sweeping the cObblestOnes
As they turned another corner
there came jogging along a curious
old cart drawn by a shaggy donkey
with a tinkling bell. Beside it plOdded
an old man with a shovel, scooping
up the piles of garbage.
Guess were getting around too
early" commented Warren. May
look better when they get the streets
shOveled out. Look % this" pauS-
ing before a low fly-sp ccked window,
in which were displayed some greasy
saUsages, three stale looking pies and
some wilted green's You didn't eat
much breakfast on the boat now
here's your chance.
But. dear. 1 thought the French
were clean?"
Guess some of them are; but
should say we've struck the slums.
Let's try it up this way"
\ Better Street.
Suppose we can't find our way
Z ha fro r,o Il oil
Now. you leave that to me- All,
this is better" as they turned into
another narrow and irregular but
more prosperous street. More people
" ere astir and more shops were open.
WOrkmen in shabby black velvet
blouses and women with shawls over
their heads were walking in the mid
die of the street, for the uneven side
walks We're too narrow.
"Oh. did you ever see such lOaves p"
Helen paused before a bread shop,
where loaves fully five feet long lay
in the window.
But Warren was engrOssed with
the window of an adjoining shop, in
which were piled great round mOulds
OF cheese. They looked sOiled and
greasy. and the dark interior of the
shop was none too clean.
Well you needn't sniff" pro-
tested Warren. That's probably the
y
pay a stiff price for. too. It's places
like this that all our imported"
. cheese comes from"
They wandered on through wind
ing, tortuous streets. Helen had lost
all idea of direction and would have
been hopelessly lost, but Warren's
/ sense OF locality rarely failed him.
and he found the way back to the
station through a much more pic
turesque district.
When the train finally started,
Warren opened up his suit case. took
out some cigars, and said he was go
ing 10 sit with Hawley, one of the
men with whom he hac spent much
time on the steamer.
Hardly had he gone when the
guard came through for their tickets.
/ He could not speak English, but
/ Helen finally made him understand
/ that a gentleman in one of the other
/ compartments had hers
They were now passing through a
/ beautiful country of quaint matched
roof cottages, with now and then a
glimpse of a distant village and ca
thedral spires.
But by this time Helen was too
tired and warm and uncomfortable to
care for scenery. The shade by her
window would not stay down, and
the sun beat in numerically.
1t was still only a little after eight.
Surely this morning was endless. 1t
seemed hours since they had got up
at half past four and left the boat
on the tender Helen's heart sank at
. the thought of the six more long
hours 10 Paris.
suit Too Warm.
Her travelling suit was much too
warm for this intense and uneXpect-
ed heat. her stiff linen collar was
chatting her neck; her shoes hurt her,
and she could have cried with sheer
discomfort.
Resolutely she took from her hand