Newport weekly independent., 1904-03-18
h New York.

6S " oulp luCy uI IIlICu Oul together at the end of the day to dinner Stannard, the old ex- change editor; Culver, who wrote the woman's page; little Billy Walters, the cartoon man, and Hiss Lawrence, who did specials on space. She was a bright little girl with brown eyes and bi. earnestness in her work the men treated her as a fellow worker, and the older ones called her
 Mary" in more or less familiar elder brotherly yay.
 They were at the table which stood just in the bay of the big window; through the wide glass they could look down on the ystreet and watch the passers, or in the other direction their place commanded the long, narrow room with it's two rows of small tables filled with nondescript din- CTS. There were dark, foreign looking people from the neighbor- hood habitues who always had the same waiter; pretty, tawdrily dressed chorus-girl who had found somebody to "stand'' them to a dinner; some artists from nearby studios; two or three sol itary old men; some equally soli-' tary and faded women; and then parties of well-dressed men and big, splendid, rather overly gowned women who were dining slowly before going to the thea ter. Walters banged in and out of the swinging door which led to the kitchen, smilingly seated pa irons or skillfully arranged dish es. At a little side desk the small. round proprietor kept wary eye over all. Anyone new to the place would have marked the va rious figures in the little play. have wondered about the types,
 i've seen somehow kind of for
 1gnness in all. He would have Ifelt himself at the edge of new phase of life, would have thought aofe 0f the company than of his Town companions; but the four at the big table knew it too we'll. to be other than oblivious to their own concerns. They were all X leaning toward the young wom- an, who was talking rapidly, with now and then a movement of her shoulders or a motion of her hands. She was plainly telling them something of high interest, and as the waiter showed four blue points in front of her, she finished: "Would you believe it ?' They all sat back in their chairs )agai1. Billy Walters drew a long breath, and glanced covertly at Stannard, who was stroking his mustache.
 "He has asked you to marry himw said Culver.
 "He insists said the girl, with a tiny shrug. q suppose I ought not to tell you, but it was so-so startling. l wrote an article which he had to sign, and I had to go to his office several times, and this morning"
 "He's worth million or two, suppose" said Billy, wistfully.
 Made it in coffee," said Stan nard.
 "Of course," said Culver, with a look out of the tail of his eye, 'sit isn't much, but it's enough to en- abe youto order from the card in stead of having things poked at you"
 "Yes; of course you won't have to bother about things" said Billy.
 s'lmagine,' said Culver, ''imag- inc not having to worry any more about how big your check will be on salary-day, or whether you are going to have any cheek at all, and not having to give up a Sunday at Rockaway because you must save for your winter coat"
 "Or having to cut the theater because you were unexpectedly mulcted in a dollar for laundry that you had forgotten" said EfonvouI SsNTr Ina,, <,s.