Putnam patriot., 1929-04-04

 came over from home, visiting Eu- rope for the first time, where would yOu take herr
 The "Berengaria" came in on Fri day. Saturday was to be the laay'a first and only day in Paris. prior to leaving immediately for the winter sports at St. Moritz. Her letter saiu T haven't but a day in Paris. Heav- en grant that it may be fair. You must give me the day, morn to morn"
 We racked our brains and we afe not quite sure that the program wc ! followed was all that it might have been. At any rate it's accomplishment l almost killed ns After q week of dank, cold. dark, rather weepy wealth CT. Saturday was one of those rare winter gems that Paris frequently produces as solace Co it's inhsbit- ants and visitors.
 1 We met at noon. The lady had rushed m the morning naturally, 10 the shops. She was breathless from 1 the disaonsatiDn of many francs. First we gos iped about home over an aper- I tiff. Then we set out down the Bouie. wards where the Saturday crowds were hurrying of to lunch. Across from the Madeleine, stopping for a glimpse down the rue Royale and over the bridge to the facade of the Pa lais Bourbon, we stepped into Larue'a. one of the supreme restaurants of the world There was something rem niscent in the choice of restaurants for 1t waa at Larue's, ever so many twelvemonths ago that we first lunch ed in Paris. That was in the days when ladies wore large tumble-about hats and dragging skirts and feather messes around their necks. The gen tlemen wore derhies and tan short coats and bow ties and high collars. Also, il was in Larue's on the memorable night of the Armistice that we joined in the general hys- teria of rejoicing.
 Madame ate. Fed up with the solid food of good British ship. she in- duged in hors d'oeuvres, a bit of omelette filet of sole and she would have had "crepes Suzette,' too, had we not protested, demanded bit of cheese, then coffee, tiny glass of Grand Marnier and we were out in the Boulevard again. We sauntered down the rue Royale and the Place de ia Concerde was spread out be fore us. We suddenly remembered the hour. If this lady's day in Paris was to be a success, we must be on the run.
 We hailed a taxi and. chilly as | was. we demanded that the top be rolled back that milndy might feast her eyes. even at the expense of reddening her nose. Up the Champs Elysees we climbed to the Arc de Triomphe. where we alighted. The in eessant file was passing the grave of The Unknown. The Eternal Light lamed high and low with the wind, Mimoaa and anemenes and palms and oses were scattered over the slab where "Ici Repose Un Soldat Fran cais. Mort Pour La Patrie.r Madame wept. We turned and walked about i the great circle that eneloses the Arc ! that she might glimpse down those great avenues that radiate m every direction. We stopped Co look down on the "Elysian Fields" streaming with motors and pedestrians. Far be low we could see the Gardens of. the ruileries and framed in the great tapering facade of the Louvre, that other smaller Arch.
 But we must go on. Out the Ave nue de Bois. we drive quickly into the great park. where already thous- ands of parisians are enjoying the sunlight and the half-holiday which she French call the English weekend. We roll by the race course at Long champs, then back by the river where the little boats are dipping their fun nels us they pass under the bridges. ! Then we are in town again and hur- rying back of La Trinite Co the very ] heights of Monmartre. The car waits | for us in that little square that crowns | the Butte. known as the Place des | Tertres. We .alight and soon are in front of the Saere Couer. sad dis appointment of bad Byzantine archi- lecture when seen at close hand, but as We have said before. vision or nhantasv, when it looms up from some more distant part of the city. We look down upon Paris and listen to the hum that comes up from below We point out this spot and that spot that building and the other. this tow CT here and that church there It should be night. of course, when as in the opera Louise" Charpentier painted the same scene. glowing af- ter twilight. But the sunshine ls be- ginning to slant already and we must hurry, hurryl
 Down we ride again, this time to the He de Cite and Notre Dame. Ma dame must light taper of gratitude for her safe crossing From the sunshine of the great square we plunge into the deep gloom of tho Cathedrafs interior The beautiful windows are glowing with their jewe light. someone is playing a largo on the great organ. There is an humble funeral being said in one of the minor chapels. X glimpse, that Is all and w are out in the Place once more.
 Then we 20 back via the He s. Louis. stopping for moment Co salute dear old bronze Henri Quatre Now we ara rushing through the Pan theon with a wave Of the hand to- wards the frescoes of puvis de Chav- annes. It is dangerously late as we arrive at the Louvre and rush Co see the Venus de Milo bathed in the rud- dy glow of sunset On the run we rush Co the Sale Carre where already ! it Is too dark Co see its magnificent masterpieces in detail.
 Out into the air again, we dismiss