Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1893-06-22
SAVED.
Or the Dinner That Was Late In Getting

There.
At precisely o'clock in the evening NJ.
Jules Ccguillard, peering through the
square hole in the wall that separates the
dining room of the Bonnie Petite Soeur
from the kitchen thereof, notices that Fritz,
the trusty waiter, is seated in an attitude
of comfortable ease in tilted back chair
in the southwest corner of the cheerful lit.
tie restaurant.
Is everything ready9
Yes Fritz has already disposed clean
napkins in such way as to hide the def
ciencies of the tablecloths, and all Is In
readiness for the evening meal, except
"What can be the matter with them!
They have never been late before" says NJ.
Coquillard anxiously rs he passes through
the dining room, opens the front door with
the white muslin curtains and steps out
into the street.
And it Is just at this moment, while nj.
Coquillard is standing on the pavement in
front of the restaurant, looking anxiously
up the street, that three gentlemen enter
and take their seats at one of the round ta-
bles. Two of them glance about the room
rather suspiciously, while the third. who
seems to be acting as sort of guide, speaks
In a reassuring and confident tone:
"Now, you fellows, just wait and see II
you don't get dinner here that will be q
surprise to you. How they manage to do
it for 40 cents is more than can tell. Why,
they had salmi Of game here the other
night that you couldn't get at Delmonico's
for less than $l.25, and only hope they'll
have some more of it tonight"
"Well, this may be what you call the old
French quarter Of the town." observes one
of the two addressed, land 1t may be very
quaint and picturesque, but tell you it
smells very queer here, and, moreover,
don't see why they don't bring on that din
ner."
And then Fritz, the waiter, holds mys-
FERROUS conference with M. Coquillard. who
has returned despondently to the kitchen,
goes out into the middle of the street,
shades his eyes as be gazes intently in an
easterly direction, and then returns to the
proprietor, shaking his head sadly.
Evidently there is no sail on the horizon.
Another whispered conference. and a tu-
reen of soup and three plates are passed
through the aperture in the wall and placed
by Fritz in front Of the three guests. Hav-
ing done this, he once more goes out in the
middle of the street and scans the horizon
"Now we're OFF, cried the gentleman
who seems to be acting as host as he serves
the thin but fragrant mess to his friends.
They eat it in silence, and then, the dishes
having been removed, there is another long
wait. Once more Fritz goes out into into
the middle of the street, but this time he
returns with face beaming with ANNA
ton and whispers some joyful tidings to
his employer. A few moments later a
wagon stops before the door, and under the
superintendent of M. Coquillard a large
cask is carried rapidly through side
hall to the kitchen. A small boy, evidently
an attache of the place, now comes forward
at the signal of one Of the three guests.
Now, look here, young man." says the
guest, who has become more and more sus-
picious every moment, "just tell me what's
the reason of this long delay in getting our
dinner, and here's quarter for you"
ut will be all right now" says the boy
reassuringly. You will be served direct
ly. They were little late in bringing the
barrel over from the Metropolitan hotel"
Truth