The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-02-11

today; the men who had sketched it, in
fact, the men who had made it. found
that they were being pushed out for peo-
pie with more money and less sense: that
when they were there Joseph pointed
them out as if they we animals on exhibi-
ton. and gradully they stopped going.
THEY STARTED OUT FOR FEAST.
Now Joseph has got a big place, is very
insOlent to the people who were polite to
him in his early struggles and only eager
to cater to those who mean much money.
! Pleasant little Madame Joseph is dead,
which may account for Josephs impu-
/ dence. But to sum up long story, we
made up our minds that If ever we go to
another place that suited US, the law
should be that no man would write of it,
/ no man would talk about it, but that every
man would enjoy it in his own way. How
! ever, I'll tell you where it is, and you take
madame there with the understanding
that you are both to keep quiet"
! When \. told her about this she threw
| both arms around his neck and kissed
| him with more fervor than she had since
/ the waning of the honeymoon. That night
! they started. The house was in a down
| town street, and yet within a stones
/ throw from where the old-fashioned mill
| lionaires live. Three steps down a little
! turning, an opening of the door and they
were there. For a minute madame scarcely
! knew what to think. There was no car
! pet on the floor; there were two long
! tables, one large and one small, round
one. There were people at most of them /;
! but they paid no attention to the ks. So
| they sat down, and in a few minutes
| French woman came in, put clean nap
kin, steel knife and fork in front of
! each of them, and asked what wine they
would have. X. knew enough to
! choose an Italian one, and it was
| brought to them in about ten minutes
| during which time Madame X. saw a
! young man get up, announce that he
| wanted clean plate, go out into the
Kitchen come back with one, stop at an
other table on his way, pick up a dish of
| spaghetti, bring it with him, and help
| him. Suddenly she saw him grin at x.
| Then he said to him across the table:
Say, old boy, how did you ever come to
| Caterina'sl" And the old boy laughed,
and announced that he wasn't going to
| tell.
A conversation, in which Madame
joined was kept up while they were
| served with very best sort of soup, and
were invited to have a second helping.
| Then there was put before them a dish
Of spaghetti that looked as if it ought to
! do for family, but which Madame found
! so delightful that she had three help
tngs of it, and by this time the room was
| full.
| ALL SORTS OF DINERS HERE.
There was great deal of talk; it didn't
seem to make any difference whether
| ybody knew ANYBODY else or not-they
talked anyhow. You didn't hear any
| thing about the "HOrse Show or the
last cotlllion. or the latest scandal. One
| shabby little chap, as near sighted as he
| could be, who really did seem to eat with
| his forehead, was induced to tell three or
four men about meeting Jerome and what
an awfully good fellow he was, and how
| he would have come over here long ago if
| it hadn't been for the fact that he had an
| invalid wife, and he was so devoted to
| her that he wouldn't make a long Journey
| without her, and she wasn't able to stand
| the sea voyage. Somebody else was talk
! ing about Melba, and somebody else who
| looked like anarchist, but who had the
| sweetest voice in the world, was an
nouncing that he thought of the Cleve-
| land administration. X was interest
ed, and Madame was delighted, and the
next time the young man, who knew her
| husband, got up and went into the
| kitchen, she insisted upon going with
him. There stood Caterina at the stove,
ladling out as they were required, the
good things and giving such portions
| as would have made an uptown retura
| turer believe himself ruined. Madame
| was introduced as a new visitor, and
! Caternia, nodded How do you do" she
couldn't shake hands for one hand held
the ladle and the other the soup pot,
KS friend has come out to say that
Nanette would not give him bread
enough, and Caterina placidly shrugged
her shoulders and announced, "You dis
| pleased her the last time you were here.
| You make it up with her and she will
be all right" Madame laughed and, Ma
nette appeared just at the happy mo-
ment. KS friend went up to her and
said,
NANETTE, WHEN ADORE YOU so,
how can you be angry with me2 And
you know like lot of bread, and YOU
have been so mean with it this evening"
He looked a picture of despair and Nan
cite, although she was certainly As, felt
her heart touched, and showed her good
will by fetching him a roll of that kind of
bread that one buys by the yard.
While everybody was laughing and
satisfied, woman came in, all alone.
That's nothing unusual at Caterina's, for
art students and writers drift there,
knowing that it is perfectly respectable.
This girl came in looked around,
seemed not to find whoever she was seek
ing, went out into the kitchen, spoke to
Caterlna. and then sat down on one of the
low chairs there as if she would wait
little while, or as if she would like to get
warm. The anarchist man stopped talk
ing pOuJlcS: ne muJJered something to
himself that sounded like something be-
ing shame, and then he got up and went
out into the kitchen, and spoke to that
girl. What he said nobody knew, but in
minute or two she came out, and he went
to the door with her. When he returned
HE BLUsHED LIKE SCHOOLGIRL,
and to convince the rest of the people
that he had no heart, he pitched violently
into the government.
Madame X. asked the young man who
the girl was, and in low tone he told
her pretty girl, who had written
some poems and some stories. and who
came on to New York with very little
money, and no friends, but expecting that
her dainty little work would have great
market. Well, the story of Faust and
Marguerite was repeated except that the
girl now was little out of her mind; and
every evening, as it drew near the time
when Faust used to take her out
and have gay, merry dinner
with her, she went around look
ing for him. She had only been to Cat
erina's once, in her happy days, but she
remembered it, and they never refused to
let her in. Her dinner was always Of
fered to her, for Caterina hasn't made a
fortune, and isn't hardhearted vet; but
she never accepted it. She always tells
that she is going to meet Faust. and have
dinner with biu1-tbat Sba bo fo,.c,o++o,