El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1912-08-06
Married Life the Third Year
By Mabel Herbert Urner

try anything fancy"
Helen took up and glanced over again
with much interest. AfteTward she
slipped it in her pocket to send home
Some Souvenirs.
In a few moments the waiter re-
turned with a couple of booklets
History Of Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese;
one shilling
Like to look over these while you're
waiting? And we've some interesting
souvenirs OF Dr. Johnson in the room
above, II you'll kindly step up when
you're through"
we came mere. for food-not for
lot OF faked-Up souvenirs" growled
Warren, waving aside the booklets.
Keep those for your gaping tourists
The waiter huTriedly took the book
lets away, and Warren turned TO Helen
with an angry:
You see? That's what I told you.
They've got a lot OF booklets, postcards
and such rubbish here that they palm
of to the fool American sightseer.
ThcTe-there' some of them noWI
As three women, evidently Americans,
came in and tcOd gazing around.
What i charming old placer gushed
one "Oh, this is Dr. Johnson s table,
going over and reading aloud the brass
plated inscription. Lets sit herei And
this is his very seatP as she settled
herself on the bench right under the
brass tablet with a look of pleased i'm
pOrtanco.
When the waiter came up they began
to ply him with questions:
Are these the same rafters that
were here in Dr. Johnson's time?"
Are these supposed 10 be the same
tables2"
And didn't he live near here? Just
The waiter had a glib and lengthy
answer for every question, facts and
dates concerning DIT. Johnson's life,
ratified out with the readiness Of many
repetitiOns.
Comments From Warren.
Then he brought out the booklets,
which the women eagerly deyoured
and afterward bought 1t was the same
waiter that Warren had so rudely re-
buffed. He was in his element now.
Warren. They're New England school
marms, all right I'll bet on that
Straight from Massachusetts, too.
That's the sort Of thing that makes
you sick of tourists. Look at them
listening to that walters dope"
-Hush-sh, dear; they'll hear your
Don't care if they do"
Then as the women kept plying the
waiter with questions and talking
aloud about Johnson, Boswell and
Goldsmith, Warren grew more FESTIVE.
Say, there's plenty of places in Lon
don where you can get good food
without having to listen to all this
slUsh.' he fumed.
Just then from the room back of the
bar a mandolin orchestra began to
play At this Warren fairly snorted:
a mandolin orchestra in the Ches-
hyire Cheese! Great Scott, that's the
limitr'
Fortunately the waiter came up now
with their order, and Warren cttcn-
ton was Civ erted and ATS wrath some
what appeased by the pigeon pie,
He dug into It with a fork and
shifted approvingly.
That looks pretty good. But, by
George, they ought to give you good
food here if y-1u put un with
But Helen interrupted any further
TRADE against the place by asking:
Dear. can't 1 have a smaller glass
for my ale. I can't drink it from this
big mug And I'd like another napkin
for She had spread hers on the bare
table under her plate.
Warren usually grumbled about her
wanting a lot of extras. but he was
now so intent in exploring the con-
tents of the pigeon pie that he ordered
the napkin and glass without COM
ment.
That's a pigeon pie, for you-the
real thing Can't get 4 decent meatpie
in New York. Don't know how to
make 'em. Just try that crust"
One of the mandolin musicians now
came through carrying his hat, IN
which he jingled few coins.
The Wrong Place.
The school teachers contributed some
coppers and then he paused at War
ren's elbow. Warren glanced at the
extended hat and then up at the mar