The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-12-28
Married Life, to Date
ey MABEL HERBERT uRNER

"But if your appointment isn't un-
til two-we1l be back before then,
pleaded Helen. "You know l Wouidn
go alone Dear, do comet
"Not on your lifel / can see all l
want of Paris without sitting bumped
UP on one of those Iubber-neck pug
gies.'
ooh, know you can-and you know
Paris so well already. But I've never
been here before and I'd get so much
from this trip"
yes, and be beloved at by that
guy with the horni"
Mono, we'd sit away back on the
last seat and you could tell me about
the places. I'm sure you kno" as
much as these guides.
To this artful f1attery OF his knowl-
edge of Paris, Warn en- was not I'M
pervious. Helen saw her advantage
and pressed it.
Look, dear, look at all the places
they go to- turning over the pink
leaflet which gave a long list or the
points of interest" visited. And 1t
so hot this morning, we couldn't walk
around much anyway.
They were now at the American Elk
press company where Warren STOP
ped to cash some checks and get ms
mail. While he was at the cashier
window Helen had picked up one OF
the Touring Paris" leaflets and found
that big car left from there at 1890
returning about /.
But 1t took all of Helen's powers of
persuasion before Warren at length
grumblingly bought the tickets. Eight
francs each, Including all expenses,
a admission fees, etc. according to the
pink leaflet, in which the advantages
OF the trip were glowingly set forth.
AS it was now twenty minutes after
ten, they had but a few moments to
wait When they went out to take
the car they found only two others In
the party. Instead Of the big rub
ber-neck wagon a regular touring
car was to be used, and the guide took
/ his seat by the chauffeur without the
offensive horn
you see. it isn't at all like a sight
seeing car exclaimed Helen joyfully,
settling herself in the back seat which
! they had alone.
"Umph, this isn't so bad" admitted
/ Warren reluctantly. IF that fellow
don't talk us to death"
But the guide sensed that his regu-
lar rnemorized harangue would not be
appreciated by this small party, so
his comments were only occasional
and brief.
Another Couple.
| The other couple We're English evil
| IDENTIFY on their wedding trip. for the
| young woman's light gray gown. hat,
gloves and parasol were all new and
most bride like. Her husband, whom
Helen. thought most insipid with his
small blond mustache, was more in
| tent on shielding her from the sun
with the new gray parasol than on
seeing Paris.
/ AS this was Tour No. ] o fthe East
Side, they were soon whirled down
| through the Louvre across the Seine
! to the Latin Quarter. The Boulevard
Montparnasse, Of which Helen had sc
often read, was most disappointing
for it was wide, modern and prosper
! Gus looking-very unlike the shabby
, artist section she had pictured.
! But little later they turned into a
section that was as yet unimproved
with quaint, narrow streets and cur
| ious old shops.
| THE, Rue st. Jacques" exclaimed
Helen, reading the name on lamp
post. "Oh, isn't this the street Balzae
and Zola wrote so much about? Dear
| don't you remember the dens of the
underworld they pictured here?'
| The rambling cobblestone street