. The real Latin quarter . sing throng and the traffic of cartsand omnibuses. Then one will come to along stretch of massive buildings, publicinstitutions, silent as convents—their inter-minable walls flanking garden or court. The Boulevard St. Germain is just such ahighway until it crosses the Boulevard —the liveliest roadway of the Quar-ter. Then it seems to become suddenlyinoculated with its bustle and life, and fromthere on is crowded with bourgeoise andanimated with the commerce of marketand shop. An Englishman once was so fired with adesire to see the gay life of the Latin Quar-
. The real Latin quarter . sing throng and the traffic of cartsand omnibuses. Then one will come to along stretch of massive buildings, publicinstitutions, silent as convents—their inter-minable walls flanking garden or court. The Boulevard St. Germain is just such ahighway until it crosses the Boulevard —the liveliest roadway of the Quar-ter. Then it seems to become suddenlyinoculated with its bustle and life, and fromthere on is crowded with bourgeoise andanimated with the commerce of marketand shop. An Englishman once was so fired with adesire to see the gay life of the Latin Quar-ter that he rented a suite of rooms on thissame Boulevard St. Germain at about themiddle of this long, quiet stretch. Here hestayed a fortnight, expecting daily to seefrom his chambers the gaiety of a Bo-hemia of which he had so often heard. Atthe end of his disappointing sojourn, hereturned to London, firmly convinced thatthe gay life of the Latin Quarter was amyth. It was to him. But the man from Denver, the Steel184. King, and the two thinner gentlemen withthe louis-lined waistcoats who accompaniedhim and whom Fortune had awakened inthe far West one morning and had led themto The Great Red Star copper mine—afind which had ever since been a source ofendless amusement to them — discoveredthe Quarter before they had been in Parisa day, and found it, too, the best ever,as they expressed it. They did not remain long in Paris, thisrare crowd of seasoned genials, for it wastheir first trip abroad and they had to seeSwitzerland and Vienna, and the Rhine ;but while they stayed they had a good timeEvery Minute. The man from Denver and the Steel Kingsat at one of the small tables, leaning overthe railing at the Bal Bullier, gazing atthe sea of dancers. Billy, said the man from Denver to theSteel King, if they had this in Chicagotheyd tear out the posts inside of fifteenminutes—he wiped the perspiration fromhis broad forehead and pushed his twenty-dollar Panama on the back of
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