The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-01-12

odd Paris in the very heart OF the
city. The shops were small and very
quaint Helen passed in front OF what
locked like an old tavern.
stout, comfortable looking woman
was lifting in the doorway, beside her
lay big maltese cat. From the glare
of the sun baked streets the place
looked dark and cool and restful.
The woman smiled and nodded as
Helen entered hesitatingly. There
was a bar at the back but the two
Mattresses We're rea ssuring and every
thing was spotlessly clean.
1t was certainly cheap. Not an item
on the dim vioiet-ink written menu
over one franc. The only dishes Helen
recognized was "artichaut," for that
was almost the same in English.
But it was only forty confines. eight
cents-could an artichoke be good at
that price?
Under the entrees las ~'Cervelle all
beurre noir' Helen knew this meant
with brown butter" but what was
"cervelle %
She pointed to the word and the
waitress tried to explain in rapid
| French. But Helen still looked blank.
Then with a CLEAN OF inspiration the
| girl tapped dramat ically on her fore
l
preciative laugh as the meaning
| dawned on her
| The waitress much pleased at her
own cleverness went off smiling with
the order for artichoke and salves
brains
! The brains, delicately Drowned in
| butter. were served first, with half
pint bottle Of claret. the order for
which tn, girl took for granted
/ RI
j as a salad, with a delicious Mousseline
cause AS Helen ate it slowly, leaf by
F., leaf and slipped the claret she felt she
was really resting. There was an at
| mosphere OF peace. quiet and restful-
/ ness here that she could no thave
(, found in the glitter of the big hotel
restaurants
/ The whole luncheon. including the
claret, was only l franc-90-thirty
/ eight cents. The waitress took the
| change and her tip with a smiling
'.merci merci, madame" And Helen
left with very kindly feeling toward
| this quaint little place.
Very Trying.
| The glare of the street seemed even
more trying after the quiet and cool
| darkness, and she dreaded to return to
! tn sitting. crowded store. But there
| were still several presents to get. so
i ~
| the Bon Marche.
| When she finished 1t was almost
five. YEARLY she took the bus to the
hotel, with a troubled sense of hav-
ing spent a good deal of money--and
having very little to show for it.
Already she was beginning to worry
over her selections. The cane she had
bought for her father-after all he had
| so many canes. And why had she
| chosen a boudoir cap for Edith, who
| was so clever in making such things
for herself. And the dresser scarf for
Mrs. Stevens-it did not seem enough
to take her nd what had possessed
her to buy a rave1ing work box for
Aunt Mary-who never travelled?
| For the rest of the evening Helen
| worried herself almost sick over the
presents Whatever she had bought
she wished now she had bought some
| thing else.
| Why should she feel compelled to
| take back lot of presents from every
trip? she thought rebelliously. Surely
| the extra expense Of travelling was
heavy enough without this added
| strain on their purs..
| TIE next time-hut Helen knew in
her heart that the next time would
be lust the same. She would spend
the same time and money taking back
things to the folks at home"
And whatever she took. she would
feel. and they would feel, that 1t should
have been something different" or
something more"