The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-12-27
Married Life, to Date
BY MABEL HERBERT URNER

II BY MABEL HE
1t was the morning Of their third
day in Paris that Helen started out to
shop. She had read and heard SO
much about the big Partisan bazaars
that she was athrill with eager expec-
tation.
Better take in the Galleries La
fayette first" suggested Warren, as
they left the hotel together. "You can
take a bus from there for the Bon
Marcfe"
Dear, wouldn't you have time to
go by the Lafayette with me-its only
half past nine." pleaded Helen, who
dreaded starting out alone.
All right" good naturally, that's
not much out OF my way. Hurry up.
let's get the bus"
1t was going to be another hot day.
There was still no relief from the
heat wave that had settled over Paris
since their arrival. But as Helen
climbed gleefully to the top Of the bus,
, the thought of the day in the Paris
shops made her unmindful Of the in
tense heat.
There yau are" Warren pointed
. out huge building just ahead From
the top fluttered white banners and
flags lettered gayly in red. Galleries
Uafayatte." It looked more like a
great exposition building than store
But when they left the bus Helen
was astonished to find all along the
, sidewalk in front OF the store were
stalls piled high with the cheapest
kind Of merchandise.
There were tables OF chockery, cot
ton dresses and waists and kitchen
ware and around each was a chatter
ing crowd Of French women pulling
over the goods. Large cardboard
signs-"50 centime, 1 france, 2 francs
were everywhere.
'Why. dear would you think they'd
allow these push cart peddlers out
side reputable store? Why, it is like
a cheap market place."
"They are not push cart peddlers,"
laughed Warren. "This is all part OF
they sell their cheap goods. Our
stores have bargain basements-here
they have stalls outside the shop. Now
I've got to leave you. Don't overlook
anything and don't overdo it and get
too tired. Better not be on your feet
too much this hot day"
She Is Lonely.
Helen's interest in the scene about
her soon banfshed the momentary
feeling of lonliness as Warren disap-
peared in the crowd. For some time
she stood on the sidewalk watching
the stalls and the chattering, pushing
crowd about them. Warren was right.
Enthusiastically this was part OF the
store, for bare-headed French floor
walkers, with frock coats and twisted
mustaehes, walked up and down the
sidewalk.
Although Helen had often heard
that the Galleries Lafayette was one
of the best Paris shops, this street
sale of goods made her most skepti-
cal But when she entered, she saw
that it was really a very beautiful
store In the center was a great ro-
tunda under a crystal dome. An I'M
posing marble staircase with double
esculators led to the upper galleries.
Everywhere was a lavish and SEEM
ingly haphazard display of goods, It
was all very different from a New
York shop. There seemed no aisles.
only a vast labyrinth of tables piled
most tawdry heaped carelessly with
the most expensive. The confusing
display of the great quantities Of
merchandise. the riot of color. the
crowd, the uproar and tumult were
to Helen most bewildering.
Hoping that the upper galleries
would be less crowded and tumultu-
Gus, Helen made her way to the long
line of elevators. CHANGING over the
directory OF the floors, she located
Lingerie" and "trousseaux"
French lingerie is a luxury coveted
by every American woman and as
Helen stepped from the elevator at
the third gallery into what seemed a
great exhibition of white goods, her
heart beat with expectation.
On every side was a network Of
tables and counters heaped with white
acknowledgements jupons and
robes de mutt. Over the tables were
cards with occasion" or grand oc-
casion," the French phrase for bar
gains.
, Almost everything was hand-em-
broidered and mostly unlaundered, the
blue tracking Of the patterns being
still distinct.
Helen was surprised to find that