San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-01-24

strengthen the foundation somehow. I"
II saw something about that in
here" again turning to the booklet.
"Now, you eat your dinner. Can't
dawdle here all night. Twenty Of
eight-that train leaves at ten-for.y.
How long'll it take you to pack?"
why, I'm all packed! ] got back
early this afternoon-so we wouldn.
have to hurry this dinner"
well, if you're packed" relenting,
guess you can loaf bit"
TRUTH ABOUT GOETHE.
Then pushing back his empty plate,
he glanced through the booklet, while
Helen, lingering over her kompott,
gazed about at the old-world fixtures.
"'While a student at the Univer-
sity of Leipsic (17656S) Goethe spent
many convivial evenings in this an
Gent TAVERN" Warren read aloud.
Huh, bet he did-was a pretty gay
bird"
"Oh, was hef Why ] thought he
was just student and a dreamer"
"Not when he was young. Hit it up
pretty lively. Here's snappy senti-
ment.
"'Who loves not women, wine and
song,
A fool will be his whole life long,
"Maybe that's why this old legend
appealed to him So" unused Helen,
studying the scene Of Mephistopheles'
pact with Faust. "His soul for youth
But he should've made Faust woman.
Women dread growing old much more
than men,
Guess that's right" grinned War
rem. "Wouldn't our flapper-grandmss
go the limit to shimmy off 40 years?
Old Mephisto ought to open q youth
for souls exchange on Fifth avenue.
He'd do a rushin' business"
ayes, I'm through, Helen nodded
to their kindly old kellner, patiently
waiting to serve the hot apple-strudel.
Now what cheese after this? En-"
irately. course ] want cheese. Got
Munster here" glancing under "Kase
NIT Butter But I'll try this Lip
tauer."
mo, none for me. Dear, this old
stone floor! Look how worn-there
By the door. Could they be the origi
nal stones?"
sold, all right. No fake bout this
Joint. Take a squint at that kes"
DECIDES TO STUDY.
Helen glanced back at the anciest
wine cask with its brass-plate inscrip-
ton.
II wonder what that says, II we
could only read German! We miss
20 much"
Il read it al right. Didn't have
any trouble orderin' this meal. did 20
"Oh, you could read food In arr
language. Dear, let's take up Ger
man this winter Think how much
moro we'll enjoy it when we come back
next year."
"Next yearf- squeichingly. who
said anything bout coming back next
year?"
ave will! I'm going to hold the
thought that we will. No one ever
loved travelling as ! do. Just think
now we're in Leipsic in this wonderful
old cellar. Tonight we sleep on the
train-in the morning we'll be In Mu
mich :" rapturously.
Hope we get into the Bayerischer
Hof. Spaeth says that's good no
tell
"Leipsic and Munich" purred
Helen Everybody goes 10 Berlin, but
Leipsic and Munich seem so much
more remote, more foreign-snd old
worldish.'
"Huh, Leipsic strikes me as bein'
pretty lively and up-to-date."
"Yes, in the new parts. But l was
in the quaintest old street yesterday
By marketplsce. Like an old print
Old gabled houses and"
"Now, you sink your strudel--here
comes our cheese and purnpernickel."
Dear, how often we'll think OF
this when we're back home It'll seem
like q dresm-it does now almost. No,
no more for me-" covering her wine
glass.
"Tbe part Of the dream I'll re-
member" refilling his. Think what
you'd have to cough mp for this Rhine
wine at home,
Half-past eight when they finally
rise from the table.
"Oh, yes, we'd love to- thrilled
Helen, as the Englisb-speaking waiter
offered to show them through.
Down three worn steps, into the \
lower cellar. There on the vaulted
walls the original Faust paintings,
now almost black with nge.
A low narrow chamber with huge
wine cask at one end. Here Goethe,
over many glasses Of Rhine wine, had
absorbed the ancient legend.
The massive chandelier, a weird
wood-carving Of DIR. Faustus on his
flying wine-keg. And in the floor.
the stone image Of Bacchus dated
1890"
Pl..inly this was the Oldest and most
historic Of the cellars.
"Tep 10 nine," brusqued Warrnc.
"Come on, we got to shove off,"
The waiter generously tipped, they
made their way out, past the bow
ing proprietor.
Up the steps. and out into tho
brightly lit modern Grimmaische|
Strasse.
"Dear, it seems like a dream al
ready" wistfully looking back. "That
old cellar under those modern shops
Il feel rs though we came up out|
Of the Middle Ages"
That joints all right. Good food,
too. II we're ever in T.eipsic again
that's where wen grub. Now for
a taxi."
"Oh, dear, not yet! Look down
there" pausing at the corner Of al
dark narrow backway. "Those old
lanterns and those topping houses
Our last nights-eHn't we just walk
through" pleadingly.
"No. we can't Not pokin' round
any dark alleys now. Got TO pG.
the hotel bill and get TO the station
in time TO check our traps"
an,,s "a. 10 nina aud tka =.