The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-12-22

(Continued from Yesterday)
 "Hazzard-the smarty!" Conni' elucidated carelessly.
 "Oh, Sure!' Julia said heavily. Sht made no further comment.
 She and Connie wandered in anC out of a few shops, asking prices, anu lingering laces and collars. They wen into the dim, echoing old library on Post Street, to powder their noses at the mirror downstairs; they went into the music store at Suter and kearney and listened for few moments to phonograph concert; they bought Vio- lets-ten cents for a great bunch-at the curb market about Lotta's foun- tain.
 The sweetness of the dying spring day flooded the city, and it's very essence pierced Julia's heart with vague pain that was pleasure, too Presently she and Connie walked to California Street, and climbed a steep block or two to the Maison Montiverte
 Julia and her mother, and large proportion of their acquaintances dined chez Monteverte perhaps nun dred times a year. There was a regu- lar twenty-five cent dinner that was extremely good, there was hfty-cent dinner fit for a king, and there were specialties de la maison, as, for ex- ample, a combination salad at twenty cents that was a meal in itself. Ire spective of the other order, the guest of the Maison Montiverte was regaled with boiled shrimps or crabs legs while he waited for his dinner, was eagerly served with all the delicious French bread and butter that he could eat, and had little cup of superb black coffee without charge to finish his meal Brilliant piano music swept l the rooms whenever and guest cared | to send the waiter with fve-cent | piece to the old mechanical piano, and sprightly conversation, carried on l from table to table, gave the place that tone that Monsieur Montiverte | considered to be it's most valuable as set. Monsieur himself was a dried up little rat of a man, grilled, and as brown as a walnut. Madame was large and superb and young, smootl ! faced. brown haired, regal in manner It was said that Madame had had 2 predecessor, a lady now living IT France, whose claim upon Jules Mon tiverte was still valid. However thai might be. it did not seem to worrI Jules. nor his calm and lovely com panion. nor their two daughters straight hair was crimped at the end: into bands of brownish-black fuzz and who wore white stockings anc tasse1led boots, and fiounced, eiabor Sundays Whatever their bar sinister the Montivertes f1ourished and grey rich, and a suspicion of sometnlnt irregular. some high-handed disposi ton of the benefit of clergy, helped rather than hurt their business.
 Julia and Connie were early tonight and took their regular places at long table that was as yet surrounde only by empty chairs. Madame, wh was feeding bread and milk to
 black-eyed three-year-old at littl table in a corner, nodded welcom
 and a young Frenchwoman, putin her head in through swinging doc
 at the back, nodded. too, and sait
 showing a double row of white teetl
 'Wait-een?' ?'
 ''Yes. we'll wait for the others! Connie called back. She and Juli
 nibbled French bread, and played wit
 their knives and forks while the
 waited.
 The dining-room had that aspect ( having been made for domestic an adapted to general use that is S
 typically un-American, yet so dear the American heart An America
 manager would have torn down part
 tfons. papered in brown cartridg Icurtained in pongee, and laid a harC Iwood floor. Monsieur Montiverte le the two drawing-rOonS as they were
 a shabby red carpet was under foo
 stiff Nottingham curtains filtered u
 bright sunlight, and an o1d-fashione paper in dull arabesques of green an | brown and gold made a backgroun for framed dark engravings, "Franl lin at the Court of France" and ''Th