The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-12-23

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say? Want to sit back here-or look
| up some other placer"
On, dear, let's go somewhere else"
resentinS the supercilious air of the
head waiter, who stood by irnpatiently
| tapping the dinner card with his pen
| ell.
Outside Warren demanded CURLY:
| Now where to? It's getting late and
m hungry. We don't want to wan
| DER around all night, you know"
But, dear, we don't want to stay
| there. The man was almost insolent."
Well, you're pretty darn particu-
lar as usual throwing the respon-
sibilty upon Wed have been sure
OF good food there, anyway. But you
are always kicking. Suppose you find
\ a place now
Helen realized that Warren was on
the verge Of one of his irritable moods
1 when he would blame her for what
! ever happened, however inconsistent
or unjust. He had had nothing to eat
since that early and unsatisfactory
/ luncheon on the train. It was criti-
cal moment, and she was desperately
anxious to find some other good res
| taurant at once-before his growing
hunger increased his irritability.
| They walked on for several blocks.
Helen gazing anxiously in every di-
| rection. while Wnrren maintained the
| scowling, sullen silence that always
forboded storm.
| oh, dear. there eagerly, as she
caught sight of a balcony. high above
the street. with white clothed tables
and dose shaded lights. Doesn't that
look like a good place"
you can't tell anything about these
strange places in Paris growled War
rem. May be rotten. But we've got
to eat somewhere. Come on. and we.n
stay Northumberland? Whether we
get table you like not. No more
trottinG around for me tonight
Helen followed Warren up tho
broad. red carpeted stairs, hoping des-
perately that at this place things
would go right
The first glimpse was disappointing.
The room was crowded. Would they
| have to go somewhere else?
As they stood uncertainty at the
doorway, a couple rose from most
desirable table on the veranda-one
that Helen had seen from the street
| If they could get that
The next moment the head waiter
was bowling them toward it. Two
| other walters rushed forward with
fresh linen and silver and a third
placed a foot-stool at Helen's feet.
| "Oh, dear, it's a wonderful place."
| sinking back with a sense of infinite
relief that a critical situation had been
safely passed.
We'll, we'll not get enthusiastic till
we see what the foods like grunted
| Warren, somewhat appeased by the
| attention they had received.
Il can't make anything out of this"
| scowling at the mena, which was il
legibly written in French with pale,
purple ink.
will you have our 5-frac table
d'hote dinner, Monsieur" asked
waiter at his elbow.
Jump, you speak English? Well,
THAT simplifies things. What do you
get with that dinner?"
| 'Hors doeuvres, potage, fish, entree.
roast, salad. entremets and bottle of
red or white Bordeaux
That sounds prttty good" assent
ed Warren. "A1l right, We'll try It,"
To Helen the atmosphere Of the en-
tire place and the street scene below
was one of enchantment. She was
; beginning to feel the charm of Paris
With the hors doeuveres and first
glass of wine the scowling frown on
Warren's brow had relaxed, and with
the thick green Saint German soup
he grew almost genial.
"Just taste that fish! It's great. 1t
is what they call fi1et Of sole at home
but it Is only founder. We never see
the real thing there. This is an all
ght place"
He Feels Better.
oh, Tn , glad we found this, dear.
for I you were getting out of
humor a i would blame me for not
staying at that other place. exclaim-
ed I who womanlike, always
want % go back over a situation.
instead Of being content to leave we'll
| enough alone. And couldn't bear to
have our first dinner in Paris an un
happy one"
why in thunder was going to make
It unhappy. unles you were?" growl-
ed Warren, who hated post-mortems.
What the devil are you harping on it
for. anyway"
ooh, I only meant. dear'-began
Helen, fastening to conciliate. But
fortunately at this moment the waiter
uncovered the fowl, roasted to a deli
cate brown, and Warren's attention
was diverted from Helen's untactful
remark.
Dear, there's not so much differ
ence in the gowns worn by the French
women" commented Helen, now very
anxious to change the subject. There
aren't any sensational dresses here.
That woman over there in pink is
rather striking, but any of the others
might be in New York
well this isn't the sort of place
where you'd see much in the way of
dress Some night I'll take you to
supper at Maxims. The gowns there
will be striking enough"
"Oh, are we going to Maxim's?' de-
llightedIy. ''I thought it was dread
full place."
mot so dreadful as they want you