Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1894-02-15

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helplngs 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 anybody knew anybody else or
not-they talked anyhow. You didn't
hear anything about the Horse Show or
the last cotillion, 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 ii hadn't
been for the fact that he had All invalid
wife, and he was so devoted to her that
he wouldn't make long journey with
out her, and she wasn't able to stand the
sea voyage. Somebody else was talking
about Melba, and somebody else who
looked like an Anarchist, but who had
the sweetest voice in the world, was an.
nouncing what he thought of the Cleve-
land administration. X. was interested,
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 restura-
teur believe himself ruined. Madame
was introduced as a new visitor, and
Caterina nodded GLOW do you do;'' she
couldn't shake hands, for one hand held
the ladlc and the other the soup pot
KS friend had 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
Nane!te appeared Just at the happy
moment. KS friend went up to her and
said, -....
"NANETTE, WHEN ADORE YOU so,
how can you be angry with me? And
you know | like o lot of bread, and You
have been 50 mean with it this evening"
He looked picture Of despair, and
Nanette, although she was certainly AS,
felt her heart touched, and showed her
| goodwill by fetching him 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 writer's drift there,
knowing that it is perfectly respectable.
| This girl came in, looked around, seemed
not to find whoever she was seeking,
went out into the kitchen, spoke to
Caterina, and then sat down on one of
the low chairs there as if she would
wait q little while, or as if sho would
like to get warm The Anarchist man
stopped talking politics; he muttered
something to himself that sounded like
something being 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 A SCHOOL GIRL,
and to convince the rest of the people
that he had no heart he pitched violently
into the government.
Madame y. asked the young man
who the girl was, and in low tone he
told her. A 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
q 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 1T drew
near the time when Faust used to take
her out, and have q gay, merry dinner
with her, she went around looking for
him. She had only been to Caterina's
once, in her happy days, but she remem-
bered it, and they never refused to lei
her in. Her dinner was always offered
to her, for Caterina hasn't made for
tune, and isn't hardhearted yeti but she
never accepted it. She always tells that
she is going to meet Faust, and have
dinner with him-that she has forgotten
where he was to be. She has gotten
poorer aud poorer, and tonight the
speaking politician had insisted
on her taking enough money TO provide
for herself for few days. This sh,
accepted with one proviso, that Faus
would return 1t to MIN, and he, know
ing what it meant, agreed TO it.
AFTER DINNER WAS ALL OVER,
and X. had paid two dollars and quar-
ter for 1t, including wine, KS frient
, walked home with them. He was yer,
Jolly, until unfortunately the littl(
Madame mentioned some fashionable
affair, when he stiffened up, put hi
hands in his pockets, drew out o pair o.
immaculate gloves, and carefully ad
justed monocle. With this change il
. his appearance, came drawl in hi
! voice, and he appeared like hundreds O
the other young men she knew in lou
4 set" When they got in the house, sht
4 said to X: "Who is that?" And h,
1 laughed as he told her the name, th,
: name of one Of the richest young mel
:. in America who happens to have grea
fancy for books, who knows the mel
who make and illustrate them, and VIII,
doesn't patronize them, but respecting
7 and honoring their ability is delighted
to be OF them and among them Madam
! X. gave sigh, thought what card IL
would have been at her next tea, all,
remembered him racing out into tn
q Kitchen to get clean plate and apollo
. giving to Nanette because she didn'
" give INN bread enough.
. "Who were the restg" she asked. Sh
y heard the name of man whose storie
y had brought great happiness to her; @
:, another whose poetry was real; of
= famous caricaturist, aud OF two or tire
= well-kn0wn writers. Then she asked
"Who is the Anarchist" And her hus
y band told her, with smile, that til
u Anarchist was the editor of one of til
y most conservative papers in New Yorl
le THE ISLAND IN THE SEA OF DOUBT.
ID And she wondered and inquired "a
re this Bohemian" And her husband al
G, swered: 'As near as you will get to