South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-11-30

us. What do you want to drink.
/ claret-lemonade?
Only Champagne.
sorry. sir suavely interrupted the
waiter in perfect English, for all the
walters at MaXim's speak several
languages, but We serve only cham
payne in this room. other drinks
you can get out front"
so that's your hold-up, is it? All
right. we're here and Wen have TO
stand for it," taking up the wine
card.
we could have seen just as much
IN the front room protested Helen.
Its shame to pay for champagne
when neither of US like it"
We'll. you're the one who was keen
on coming TO Maxim's. We're here
now, and if there's anything 10 see,
which 1 doubt, were going 10 see it.
Wen not sit out in any front room
To save a few dollars"
At every place was a silver cham
payne holder with Its napkin-covered
bottle. Very few were having any
thing TO eat, but all were slipping wine
and smoking cigarets. AS yet no one
was dancing and the polished floor
space was deserted except for the
hurrying walters.
Well, l call this pretty Slow"
iIluStu w dIItls dS lie ItdCntu LOT Il
match safe. Told you MaXim's would
be pretty tame. They've made their
name for wickedness-now they're
living on that reputation"
But, dear. you said there would be
"a lot of American sight-seers--I don't
see any Americans at ALL"
You don't? How about that coU-
pie over there by the orchestra-that
woman in the blue tailor made? If
ne iGnf ma
seeing the sights Of Paris. Ill eat
my hat"
But / thought one had to dress for
the smart supper places here" laughed
Helen. looking at the blue tailor
made.
"Oh. Maxim's isn't smart 1t only
has the name of being wicked-and
it even isn't that any more. You
can wear anything here"
What wonderful peaches" eX-
claimed Helen as the waiter placed
before them a box Of six hot house
peaches packed in pink cotton.
'Um-m-m, wonderful price. too.
Better wait till we pass a fruit stand
on the way home. You'll pay from
four to ten francs for one of those.
There's a story about a Chicago man
who came over here, ate one of Max
inns peaches and had TO cable home
for money"
"Oh, look at that girl crushing
those straw berries in her champagne"
Hope that fellows pocketbOok can
stand the bill" commented Warren.
for, in the leaf-lined box which had
evidently held six huge berries, only
two remained
All Alone.
The crushing of these expensive
fruits seemed a favOrite trick at Max
inns, for Strawberries and peaches
were being crushed into many glasses
by jewelled fingers. A little fiat-end
stick was used, and one was laid sug
gestively by each box Of fruit.
Everyone turned to look at a strik-
ing woman in shimmering spangled
gown, who now swept in unescOrted.
The waiter who seated her, handed
her a wine card from which she gave
an order and then calmly opened a
cigaret case and lit a cigaret.
Surely she isn't alOne2" whispered
Helen.
Don't see anyone with her, do YOU?
But don't worry, she'll not be alone
long Watch her size up the crowd"
as the girl under her penciled eye
brows made a leisurely, almost insO-
lent survey of the room.
"Oh, is she one Of the-the 'demi-
monde you read about?" asked Helen
with breathless interest?
wasn't. All that's more like it." as
a couple now left their seat and
waltzed out on the polished floor.
The girls clinging skirts wrapped
around her Silken ankles as she
danced and her satin slippers seemed
hardly to touch the floor. Now other
couples left the tables and glided in
to the waltz. And il was a waltz, a
graceful swinging waltz with none Of
the vulgarities of the turkey trot and
the bunny hug which one sees every
where in New York.
"Of course, the French dance we'll"
agreed Warren. They're not going
10 caper up and down and make
monkeys of themselves just to fol-
low some freakish fashion. Takes
Americans to do that"
"Oh. do you suppose she knows
him ," whispered Helen as a tall
Frenchman who now came in took a
seat beside the woman in the SHIN
mering spangled gown and began to
talk to her.
Probably not" shrugged Warren.
More Ladies'.