The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-01-02


there. I can't see the sign but I'm
sure that's where you get the ST :.
Cloud boats"
Hadn't you better ask someone, y,
ventured Helen. IT'S so far to go
way down there and find it isn't the
place.
I tell you it is the place. scowled
Warren, who always hated to ask his
way, and often wore Helen out trying
to find place without guidance
, Already they had walked across the
tired and hot. Her feet ached, too, for
she had foolishly started out in a pair
of white canvas pumps which she had
bought the day before
A gravel path and stone steps led
down to what Warren thought was the
boat landing. But evidently 1t was
not in use this season, for the place
was deserted except for a man who
was shearing a dog in an empty shed.
He was sitting on the ground hold
ing on his knees King Charles span
lei, whose sleek body he was slipping
close, leaving only the lion like ruff
be rid of his heavy coat this hot day,
lay patiently on his back.
I'll be darned,'' muttered Warren,
looking around the deserted landing
I know those boats used to start
from here"
But it's been seven years since you
were In Paris" protested Helen. you
can't expect to find everything Just
| the same. Do ask that man where the
! right landing i'll can't walk much
farther"
We'll, IL It's along here We'll find
it." obstinateIy ignoring her SUCCESS
ton. There, see it nowi Isn't that
a boat just pulling IMP"
/ Helen's heart sank for the landing
Warren pointed to was back beyond
the bridge. And 1t might not be the
right one. Determindly she approach
ed the man with the dog. II Warren
would not ask. she would. Not know
ing the French for boat landing" she
repeateded. "St. Cloud. st. Cloud?"
and pointed to the landing beyond.
| 'Oui. oui. madame nodded the
man. Understandings, while the dog,
in spite of his inverted position, wag
ged a friendly tail.
Warren was already striding back
up the stone steps. Hope you are
| satisfied he grumbled, as Helen
breathlessly caught up with him.
That's the St. Cloud boat there now.
II You hurry Wen get it,
| Helen. her shoes hurting her at
4
long strides as best she could. AS they
drew near, they could see ':St. Cloud
fluttering on a red flag over the boat.
/ May have to wait another hour IL
we don't cate hthis," called back
| Warren, running ahead to get the
| tickets.
| The boat gave a warning whistle
A man was lossening the chain. Were
they going to miss it after all? War
rem had the tickets now and was way
ing them at her. Helen, flushed and
i breathless. reached the boat only a
second before it moved off.
s'Whee, that was close" and War
rem wiped the inside of his hat with
his handkerchief. Pretty good sprint
for hot day
"Oh, can't You find me place to
sit down. painted Helen. my feet
hurt So.
|. Don't see any place. do you?" look
ing around the crowded boat on
which every seat was taken. What's
the matter with your feet anyway?
| You have been hobbling ever since we
started"
It's these shoes I bought yesterday.
They're plenty big defiantly, but
they're too stiff. They hurt in the
| back at the heel
| Hump. you ought to know you
| couldn't get a decent shoe in this
! country. Why earth didn't you
bring enough with you?"
| 81 did, dear, all except white ones"
| We'll, serves you right. They ought
to hurt you IL you haven't more sense
| than to start out on a trip like this
with a new pair Of Shoes"
| Paris had been hot but the Seine
was hotter. The sun gIittered on the
water that was not even ripplfed by
a breath Of air. The iron rail- against
which Helen was leaning almost burnt
4 Through her gloves. Would she have
to stand on her aching feet in this
blazing sun all the way to ST. Cloud.
Warren Compares.
| They talk so blamed much about
the beauty of the Seine-well. DOM
see it, Can't hold a candle to our
Palisades along the Hudson
( But Helen was much too uncom-
/ Portable to note the scenery.
| None too clean, either" went on
Warren. Hope they don't drink this
/ water. But that's so, Frenchmen do
/ not drink any water. There's a seat
| II you want one" as man rose to
/ get off at the next landing.
Il Helen sank into the seat and with a
h sigh of relief drew off her slipper uri :
/ der her dress. Warren did not trouble
10 come an uSldHu ny LcA, udS oeOOA
where he was, leaning on his cane by
the railing.
i AS they left the outskirts Of Paris
the river grew cleaner and the seen
4 cry more attractive. But Helen was
/ too hot and much too uncomfortable
to enjoy or appreciate the sail.
At last they reached St. Cloud. On
4 the hillside above was big white
hotel with fluttering flags and white
/ clothed tables on the green hedged
veranda and terrace.
/ well, what do you want to do?
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