San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-11-15

astonishing dexterity. Holding them
high above the glass, he poured the
coffee and hot milk in foaming uni
son.
Without spilling a drop" adj
mired Helen. =
Ought. to be good at it-slings
these pots all day long. Ugh, too
hot! No handles to these blamed
glasses-ought to serve mits with
EN-"
Better than most French coffee.
Helen slipped a spoonful. Not
quite SO much chicory. Wouldn't
you think they'd have cream? Serve
it with everything else-but never
with coffee. Dear. we'll have Occur.
Creme or Creme d'Isinjny for lunch
and what else?"
Her decoy failed. Even the plan
ming of their first luncheon in Paris
did not Danish Warren's scowl.
Dear. don't think about the
room now. Let's enjoy this. It's
so Notwithstanding out
here!'
''Oh, I'll get a room, all right"
savagely buttering a flaky crescent.
I'm this neighborhood, too. Leave
it to me-"
But his voice lacked conviction
his swagger was forced.
Discreetly silent, Helen slipped
her scalding coffee and watched the
passers-by.
The French women were NOT
smart. Decidedly dowdy. Then
why their prominence in fashion,
what Paris Is Wearing" That
ad phrase of the shops-at- home al
ways maddened her. II the Amer
lean women only knew what Paris
really did wear!
Yes. there was q smart costume
an American of course. The only
well-gowned women one ever saw
in Paris were Americans.
But she checked this line OF
thought. She was here to enjoy
not TO criticise. And there was so
much to enjoy. The very air
seemed festive.
How gay the Boulevard this
morning. The colored awning, the
balconies. the sun-glinted taxis, the
ad-flaunting kiosks under the trees.
Five whole days. Tomorrow she
would start out for the antique
shops on the other side-along the
Rue du Bac and Rue Saints. Peres.
Or perhaps il they got settled In
time she could 20 today!
if we ever come again,
we'll stop in the CENTER" a New
England voice from nearby table.
"All those hotels around the Etoile
are too far out"
But you never can get IN AROUND
here. Carl Thompson told me he
spent a whole day trying to get
soom-and finally had to go
way out near Passy@
Ferociously Warren buttered an
other roll, and Helen pretended not
to hear. 49,
Dear. look at that--those filthy
cigar butts" as an old man, sack
over his shoulder, searched the gut
ter with a spiked stick. Don't you
EVER smoke any French cigarettes
i believe that's what they're
made Of !"
"F'inished? Well, no time to loaf
here" grimly. Addition" to the
waiter.
The bill paid, Warren strobe out
to the curb and peremptorily sig-
nailed a cab.
"Hotel CONTINENTAL" o he
swung Helen in.
With Partisan speed they whirled
through the intriguing shop-iined
streets.
"You stay here!" Warren sprang
out at that famous old hotel.
When moment later he reap
peared. his mouth was set in grim
mer lines.
Nothing doing! Filled up with
these damned tourists-forty just
came in. Wouldn't L like to shiI
'em back? Swarmin' all ovel
Paris. Well, plenty of other hotels
around here-nothin' butt Wei
get fixed up somewhere"
As they drove on, Helen settled
back for a weary ordeal. Every
year the same fruitless quest to gel
into good hotel lin the center"
The driver, accustomed to Thu
hotel canvassing, automaticali!
drove on to the next.
After each futile inquiry, War
rem slammed the cab door NOR
profanely.
Helen had lost count, but they
had been to a dozen places beside
he shouted with irate finality.
Rue Caumartin !" Then to he
unvOiced question. ayes, we'r
goin' to your 'old-world' dump
Hope you're satisfied"
Warren, L haven't said a word
j don't want you to go there AM
then keep grumbling Mt me. Ant
they may be full, too"
Don't worry, get in there, al
right. Nobody ever stays longer
one night"
Now, Warren, you sure 20
want to go?" putting him on rec
ord. II don't want to be fufhed a
as / was last year. Now, you re
member the noisy court? And tn
plumbing? And you always swor
at the bathtub-the water wouldn'
stay in. And the slow service-th
poor lights-the lift"
You needn't rub il in. II
through-no more scoutin' around
Can't get in anywhere else"
Then you're not to blame me 10
all the discomforts. I'm perfect.
willing to ride around all day ii
we get a room," to make his capitt
lation complete.
well, I'm NOT! If anoth'
lacquered-hair, frock-coated Johl
ME says reservation, sirT-I'
punch his map. Guess we can pt
UP with your moidy old joint for
few days"
Then with a savage stab Of h
stick at the unoffending foldir
seat.
but it's the last timel Nel
year I'll What's that? No, L
NOT make reservations! But tn