The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1905-12-28

eyes an. r,sw thecks and the snowy
teeth showing between the smiling
lips. AiE: the same arc light looked on
the h,,,:son- e. clear cut features of the
tall man 18th hts fond and protecting
air. Il fine couple" it spluttered. "a
Gne couple. All. I've seen many such,
but they all end the same way
Wit, this pessimistic remark the light
blinked wickedly. The door closed on
the young couple as they walked slow
~ along the thick carpet waiting for
that lor1ly parsonage, the head waiter,
to assign them to Il place. This sastute
parsonage instantly sized them up as
q recently welded couple and; beckon:
ed them to an ideal spot, a coy little
table i'll a corner, half surrounded by
palms.: There they were shut in from
prying eyes and shut out Of the hurry
and noise Of the rest Of the world. AS
a work Of supererogation the head
waiter brought a bowl of white roses
and with, an .nnctuous smile, directed
at no. one in particular, set them in the
center of tho. table, and this called up
q pretty blush Oh the fair ones cheeks.
. Clinton took the elaborate menu and
with: a. hopeless glance at its foreign
names handed it to his bride, saying in
the: blind hope that she understood it.
You order the dinner, honeybun.''
Miriam glanced in the mirror and
gave cry of disnlay. g
oh. am perfectly disreputable!
Just look at my hair!'
Che <l,o k3,,o ,r,H,a,, .I~,
tried to translate the menu to some
!. friends in a restaurant, giving poisson
aux esux wives as poison to the lively
waters" She was not going to allow
Clinton to gloat over her-above all. at
this early stage of their married life.
So she returned the menu to him with
great apparent self abnegation.
80: you order. honeyboy."
Il asked you to do it, honeybunv'
ooh. v.e:: 1 can't % it. 1 never had
to or,.cr Il dinner in my life. Father or
so:.e one always did" This last was
said with just the least little bit of
Split. Besides, she was hungry; so
was he. That fact may pardon his
next wcr,s. spoken with what he
thought a noble and masterful air:
at is time you learned then Now,
honeybun. don't want you to look at
RE in that grieved and frightened way,
an t.. the right. 1t is your duty-yes.
duty-to ie.;rl to make out the dinner
cards. You are not child
''Sir. nrger had to do such thing,
and wont: 50 now, I think you are
JUS: going to turn out horrid, after
ALL"
Nov, honey
Don't honey me! Please call me by
my proper name. am not a child.
You just said so.''
"Hon-dearest, don't do thatr'
She was showing symptoms Of tears,
though she bravely tried to hide her
feelings. She felt the eyes Of the very
respectable head waiter upon her. His
portly back was turned. but she sensed
the disapprobation In his attitude The
lights swan, and the hum Of CONVEX
sation was like the strange noises In
deep forests at night. She winked furi-
ously, angry with herself. She finally
overcame her temptation to dissolve In
tears, only 20 ind that her honeyboy
was sitting partly turned away in IN
attitude Of deep detection ~ well %
Get dissemination.
People came In from the snowy
streets laden with parcels and carry
ing punches Of holly and mistletoe, and
every one beamed WITH Joy and pleas
ant anticipations. Time passed. and
the obstinate young couple grew hum
grier and angrier. for now each began
to nurse the situation AZ a real griev-
ance. But, though the waiter lowered