The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-01-03
Their Married Life
BY MABEL HERsERT uRnEH

over there by the orchestra-that wo-
man in the blue tailor made. If she
| isn't New England school marin
seeing the sights OF Paris. I'll eat my
hat"
But I thought one had to dress for
| the smart supper places here" laugh
ed Helen, looking at the blue tailor
made
oh. Maxims isn't smart. 1t only
has the name of being wicked-and 1t
even isn't that any more. You can
wear anything here
What wonderful peaches,c excIaim-
ed Helen, as the waiter placed before
them a box of six hot house peaches.
packed in pink cotton.
Um-m. wonderful price too Bet
ter wait till we pass a fruitstand on
| the way home. You'll pay from four
to ten francs for one Of those. There
! story about Chicago man who
came over here, ate one of Maxial's
peaches and cabled home for money!
Oh. look at that girl crushing
| those Strawberries in her champagne.
Hope that fellows pocketbook can
stand the bill" commented Warren,
for, In the leaf-1ined box which had
evidently held six huge berries, only
two remained.
The crushing of these expensive
fruits seemed a favorite trick at this
place, for strawberries and peaches
were being crushed into many glasses
by jewelled fingers. A little fIat-end
stick was used, and one was laid sug-
gestively by each box of fruit
+ Everyone turned to look at a strik-
ing woman in "a shimmering spangled
gown, who now swept in unescorted.
The waiter who seated her, handed
her wine card from which she gave
| an order and then calmly opened a
cigarette case and lit cigarette
/ Surely she isn't alone?" WHISPERED
Helen.
Don't see anyone with her, do you?
But don't worry, she'll not be alone
long. Watch her size up the crowd"
as the girl under her pencil1ed eye
brows made a leisurely. almost inso-
lent survey Of the room
ooh. is she one of the-the 'demi-
monde you read about ?" asked Helen
| with breathless interest.
Wouldn't be here alone is she was
not. All. that's more like it, as a
couple now left their seats and walt
zed out on the polished floor.
The girls clinging skirts wrapped
around her silken ankles as she
danced and her satin slippers seemed
| hardly to touch the floor. Now other
couples left the tables and glided into
| the waltz. And it was a waltz, a
graceful swinging waltz with none of
the vulgaritie of the turkey trot and
| the bunny hug which one sees every
| where in New York.
"Of course, the French dance well. >
agreed Warren. They're not going to
caper up and down and make mon
| keys of themselves just to follow
some freakish fashion. Takes the
Americans to do that
! "Oh. do you suppose she knows
him?' whispered Helen as tall
| Frenchman who now came in took a
seat beside the woman in the SHIN
mering spangled gown and began to
| talk to her.
Probably not shrugged Warren.
| More Ladies.
| 1t was getting late and more paint
| ed ladies came trailing in. They were
| all beautifully gowned and glitterine
| with jewels-good jewelry, too. Won
derful diamond pendants set in plati-
/ mum cleaned on almost every bare
/ throat.
most of them had jewelled cases OF
their own. but some borrowed from
/! the case OF their escort.
! What on earth are you doing?'
scowled Warren. salt in cham
| pagne?'
But it's SO sickening sweet" pro-
| tested Helen. putting down the sal,
| cellar. you know I can't bear cham
pagne.'
Well. that's a convenient, economi-
! cal predilectio nthat Ill not discour-
age" grinned Warren.
But, dear. now that we've COM
piled with this rule and ordered the
wine-couldn't ] have a claret-lemo-
| nader
We'll see. Here" signalling their
walter. This lady doesn't like cham