San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-11-15
The Married Life of
Helen and Warren
Warren Is Conquered
BY MABEL HERBERT URNER.

There's something about the air
and sunlight seems more Paris-y
somehow"
"Good thing we stayed all night
at Havre," Warren showed over
suitcase to make room for his
cramped legs. mo fun gunnin' up
a room after midnight-not in this
burg"
Look. dear, the cafes are waking
up-they're bringing out the side
walk table,"
The thrill of coming back!"
Eagerly Helen watched for familiar
landmarks.
That green-hedged cafe-mem-
cries Of an evening at that end
table. And that tiny old curio
shop-what did she get there? oh,
that crystal vinaigrette! And the
lace shop where she had bought
that real wal" collar for Carrie.
But her joyousness was clouded
by the uncertainty of getting a
room. Warren would never write
or wire ahead-and Paris was al
ways over-crowded.
"Now, this time we park at a
good hotel!" telepathically. PUT
up at that rotten Rue Caumartin
joint for three years-we're NOT
goin' back there! Get that?"
why, Warren, I haven't said q
thing"
mo, but you're thinkin' it-want
to go there cause it's cheap. We
stop at the best hotels in every
other country-but in Paris you
think we ought to live for nothing.
You steered me to that dump for
three years-neyer again :"
why, we only went there be-
cause We couldn't get in anywhere
else. Of course, if you'd go way
out.
@wen, 1 WON'T. Only here
five days--got to be central. Plenty
of other hotels besides that fourth
class find Of yours. That's off!
L said that last year and you
wheedled me back there - but
now"
Warren. don't know why
you're blowing out at me. / haven't
said a word"
mo, and 1 don't want you to!
Fed up with that place. Rotten
service, punk plumbing, dingy dark
rooms, and couldn't sleep for the
noise on that court. And that
prehistoric lift that never runs"
why, it takes you up. In
Paris you always have to walk
down."
well, we're not goin' there !"
explosively. "You always fall for
this bunk bout how cheap you can
live in Paris. But if you want any
cornfort-got to 90 to a first-class
hotel and cough up. Same as any
where else.D
The tedium Of landing the night
before, the struggle with their lug
gage, and getting up for the early
train had left Warren in a most
unreasonable mood.
Down the Rue Auber, past the
Galleries Lafayette, the Opera, and
they drew up before the stately
entrance Of the Grand Hotel.
As Warren sprang out, he was
greeted by the uniformed door
man.
you have reservations, sir? No?
Then no use taking off your lug
gage, SIR"
"I'll see the clerk bout that!r
CURLY. "You take care of our bag
gage and pay the driver. See you
later"
Very well. sir.T signaling
waiting porter to drag off the
trunks.
Into the black-and-white marbled
lobby to the green-lamped reception
desk.
The frock-coated French clerk
answered Warren's brusque de-
mand for "double room and bath"
with the inevitable, maddening,
Reservations, sfr?"
mo, but you can fix US I'D.
We're not tourists-here every
year"
"Impossible,r with the exasperat-
ing French shrug. Everything
booked for the next three weeks. !"
Same old spiel :" muttered War
rem, turning away. well, il we've
got to chase around let's have
breakfast here. No, I'll be hanged
if we do--they're too darned indie
pendent. Come on, the Cafe de la
PAX right here"
"But, dear, our trunks?" anxious
ed Helen, intent on her platinum
vanity.
They're all right. Trust a
European porter to take care of
your luggage-that's his job. Leave
'em till we get a ROOM"
Out on the Boulevard Capucines
to the Cafe de la Paix, which,
though not connected with the
Grand, occupies part Of the ground
floor and sidewalk.
"Oh, can we sit outsider" eagered
Helen. Can we get breakfast out
here?"
Get anything out here" War
rem dropped into wicker chair
at one Of the small round tables
Early as it was many Of the
tables were taken. Coffee, choco
late, and even drinks were being
served. Three Americans were
having cocktails!
"Deaux cafe au lait complet y
ordered Warren to an aproneC
waiter.
"Oui, monsieur" wiping the tablt
with sponge from the nearby
brass globe.
Breakfasting on the sidewalk O
the worlds most famous corner.
stones throw from the Opera, will
the Avenue and the tree-fringe,
Boulevard before them.
Helen fairly purred!
But Warren was in no mood t,
enjoy it. He was up against tn
reservation" custom of Frcncl
hotels. His boosted "Take