The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-12-22

might stop in there and see if there's
any mail for U.s.
An Appalling Thought.
Helen followed him to the door, real
izing that when Warren went out on
the street he would be lost to her
there would be no way she could reach
him until O'Clock. To be left alone
the first day in a foreign city seemed
suddenly somewhat appalling. War
rem kissed her hurriedly, and drew
away from her clinging arms with a
curt:
NOW take care of yourself. Don't
get run over. You have to look where
you're going here-these cabmen'd
sooner run over you than not. Go to
the Bon Marche. That's a big shop
you can spend most of the day there"
When he had gone, Helen glanced
around with a dismayed sense of her
loneliness. And this place-she hated
it! The strong morning sun lit up the
shabby carpet and the dusty, worn,
red velvet furniture. The bedroom
with its now disordered bed and un-
tidy washstand was even less attrac-
tive.
A few minutes later Helen, armed
with her guidebook and a book of
French phrases, locked her trunk and
started Undetermined to find other
rooms in spite of what Warren had
said.
She knew the Continental Hotel was
very near, for he had pointed it out
as they drove from the station. When
she entered the lobby, it was with
sigh of relief. At least this looked
more like the hotels at home. One of
he oil yTh En IN oil int
ed her that they had not a sing,sr
room vacant and would not have Tor
the next ten days.
From there Helen went to the
American Express company. She
paused to view the opera house which
the guide book said was in the heart
of Paris.
It was a majestic building, but Helen
was not in the mood for sightseeing
this morning. The wonder of being in
Paris had somewhat du1led by what
she considered the wretched place at
which they were stopping. For Helen
had none of the instincts Of real
traveller. Her first demand was for
cleanliness and comfort-to her the
joys of sightseeing were secondary.
Some Mail.
The American Express company was
a big, hospitable building ON the cor
ner. Two-thirds OF the Americans in
Paris have their mail sent to this OF
flee, and when Helen entered a dozen
or more were there writing lette<s
and taking advantage of the guide
books, dictionaries and bureau of in
formation. At the mail window Helen
asked timidly if there was anything
for Mr.. and Mrs. w. z. Curtin.
The clerk took down a big package
Of letters from the &C." pigeonhole,
over them quickly and tfnV'w
out three for Warren and one for her
self. Helen went to a desk by the
window and eagerly opened the letter
from her mother.
Carterstown, Mo-. June "a. 1913
My Dear Helen: I am writing this
several days before you sail so that 1t
viii be waiting for you when you
reach Paris. Do hope your voyage will
be smooth one and that you will not
be seasick.
am sending you a clipping from
the Daily Trumpet. I don't know how
they get the news out here, but you
see they do. Everyone here thinks it's !,
fine that you can travel SO much. To
go to London last year and to Paris |
this year-that's more than anyone in |
can do. Did I tell you
that the Episcopal church had made !
up a fund to send their pastor, DIR. |
abroad this summer? The !;
two Dobson girls are going also. But !
they're all going on a cheap line from |
Montreal. You are very fortunate to |
be able to go on the best line and in |
such grand style. |
/ know you win enjoy all the sights |
In Paris and the many beautiful shops. |
Send me a postcard when you can. I |