The representative., 1899-11-30


tell him exactly what I thought. nsve,
could learn his address, ana had forgottes
the incident when I went into the restau-
rant one evening for dinner. There sat
Robson. dining with a lady. Somehow tht
incident had lost its importance and ]
cherished no resentment toward him. but
said. III that man Robson thinks I'm tor
poor to pay for what buy I'll show him
So. my dear girl. ordered all sorts Of
things-entrees and ices and salads and
deiicacies OF all sorts in such . way that
that walters eyes stood out Finally Rob
son started to 60 out. / was congratulat-
ing myself ~ he went out that il he had
any IDEA he was the only swell person on
earth he must have changed his mind when
ne saw the feast I had been consuming,
Then asked Philippe for the bill,
M sieur Robson has paid everything-even
the tip. 'Well.' SAID. L should like ia
Know the amount We cannot tell,
madame. 1t would displease M'sieur Rob
son.. I've never seen him since
But. oh! that's nothing to-" she low
cred her voice. Have you ever had q
waiter fall in love with your"
"a waiter?''
Yes, and bring you extra things that
you didn't order. and then not charge them
on the check. It's terribly embarrassing! z!
nave had that experience. had to give
up going to Cutrate's for my luneheons. -
That was foolish! Why didn't you pre-
tend not to motive it?'' -.
mot to notice it? Why, everyone no.
ticed it. I simply couldn't eat anything He
stood there gazing at me al the time. and
II l moved to get anything he'd pounce
over the table like a panther. He would
hardly let me pick up my own knife and
FORK. 1t got to be terrible. used to 70
10 Cutrates because it's nice, you know.
and the prices are low. Henri-he told me
MS name was Henri-used to wait on me
and kept seat for mo 1T a corner table.
The first thing noticed was that he be-
gan to put flowers on the table every day.
The only table in the room that had a
flower on 1t was mine. Then he had a
way of lowering around and nxina things
and all that was SO nice that 1 thanked
him.
A-h-h! was not-alwavs-like
theese-mademoiselle! In beautiful Sweet
zerland-ah-no-with the beautiful noun
tains-and the lakes-it is not like theese!'
his coming to study music, and how he got
so poor that he was going to kill himself.
ana how fellow countryman of his per-
suaoed him to take q position at Cutrate's.
ana how degraded 1t made him feel, OF
course. | was very much interested, and I
suppose talked to him more than 1 should
and tried to cheer him up. The first day
onered him tip when I paid for my
luncheon. He pushed 1t back and bowed
very low. with his hand on his heart, and
said:
All. no-1 cannot, mademoiselle!
Nevafr from you! No-no!'
You can imagine that it was getting very
unpleasant. One day I didn't 20 out to
luncheon at all. was making up my mind
l should have to find some other place: vet
there Is no other place as good. The fol-
lowing day I went in with Kittie Tapkeys
and there was no Henri in sight. was
relieved. 1 hoped he'd left or something.
But the head waiter came up and said that
Henri was very i'll; that he had been
Obliged to go home the afternoon preced-
Ing. OF course, l was sorry, but couldn't
help wishing he would never come back.
so that could still go to Cutrate's for my
luncheon, but the next day he was there
the same as ever, and as he was helping
me of with my coat said was glad to
see him again.
All. mademoiselle,' he whispered, 1T
was that when-you stayed away the other
u"J tAoukAC-lQOuSQL you would come no
more
This was just little too much! so I
said. carelessly: oh. no-I like this place
very much! I am going on my vacation
tomorrow, and know shall miss the
luncheons!' I thought this would be good
way to stop going there. He looked hor-
ribly moody and sad while l was finishing;
In fact, was getting nervous. and was de-
cidedly glad there was to be an end of it,
He strobe around the table looking like
Hamlet In a white apron. When I was 20
Ing out I dropped one Of my gloves. He
pounced on it before it reached the floor
but he didn't give it back. He stood in
that ridiculous attitude, with his body bent
from the waist, and the glove held over his
head.
Please give me my glove I said.
'Mademoiselle will let me keep it as
! souvenir-yes? he said.
Ny glove please; I am in q hurry I
said.
'Ah!' he said, you think me a waitoir
understand
II snatched the glove and went out Of
the door as though I'd been shot out Now,
do you wonder that I don't go to Cutrates
for my luncheon?"
with the flowers on the table, and the
palm and electric fan and no tip?' asked
The widow. "Oh, don't know! l think it's
Just the place I'd go. wouldn't mind
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