Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-27

Stevens. But they all pretend the
publishers are sitting UP nights for
their books"
Listen to this hot air." shrugged
Warren, for now they could hear the
man telling of his play"
STAGE DREAMS.
"Frohmsn said he'd take II II ia
rewrite the third act, but I told him
l wanted it produced as 1t was or not
at all Belasco has 1t now. But these
managers don't know a good play.
There's corking big scene in the
last act, which"-the voice was lost
| In laughter from another table.
Who's the guy with the hair ?"
asked Warren. HE looks the type"
Yes. he's an illustrator. he's al
| ways here" answered Mr.. Stevens.
That man next to him IL an editor
on some trade paper, A lot of near
celebrities sit at that table. They put
us there one night but as we weren't
writing book or a play-we couldn't
| sclntilIate. 1t was good fun, though,
nearing them discuss and settle the
affairs Of nations"
How can these two girls wait on
all this crowd?" demanded Warren.
| as the younger sister now took away
their soup plates and brought them
| a large platter of beef tongue with
plQuant sauce.
oh. they're workers. You get bet !
ter service right here than you do in
any OF the big restaurants where you
pay four times as much"
From where Helen sat she could
see the rear of the houses in the
block beyond. They were evidently
boarding houses, and many of the
windows were lit. She had been
watching girl in, a third story room
nix her hair and then put on her hat
now she reached up to turn off the
gas, and the window was dark
Helen wondered where she was 60
Ing, what her life was. and what
that room, of which she could see
only cheap oak dresser and a bit
of the wallpaper, looked like.
what's struck your? as Warren
noticed her absorption.
Look, dear-look up there! It's
so interesting to watch those win
dows. See that one where the cur
tatn's drawn? And that woman's
shadow against 1t? What is she do
ing-she's bending over something's"
IN oning, isn't sheT suggested Mrs.
Stevens
Probably some poor little shop girl
ironing her shirtwaist to wear in tho
morning" unused Helen. II should
think the writer's who como here
would get lot of stories just from
watching those windows."
Net they! They'd rather write a
Fifth avenue society novel, whore
the heroine steps from her limousine,
trips up the broad marble steps to
the door that's opened by a liveried
shtrtwaist In back hall bedroom
wouldn't interest this crowd"
Yes, you keep your knife and
fork" smiled Mrs. Stevens, as the
Frenchwo oman who took Helen's plate
laid back on the tablecloth her knife
and fork. TT makes II easier for
them to serve, II they don't have to
change the silver for every course"
That ought to suit you, Helen,
you only have to scour or one set
for the meal"
GOOD FOOD.
HE always scolds me for wiping
off everything with my napkin"
laughed Helen, but I can't help It
at restaurants"
The next course was broiled SQUAD
and salad. They were not cold stor-
age squads, for the flavor was fresh
and delicate.
Don't see how they can give this
dinner for the money" declared War
rem. What did you say it was
sixty-five?"
"oh. it must be moro than that"
protested Helen. why, these squads
alone would bel
mo. it's only sixty-nve. vino in
cluded"
well, don't see how they do It.
with everything so high"
That's what I say" observed Mrs
Stevens. For two of us dinner here
costs only s130-S1.55 with the tin.
/ couldn't get il at home for that"
well, they buy in quantity, and
do all their own serving and, of
course, the French know how to
save"
where do they eat here in the
winter" asked Warren, suddenly.
"They have that big front room
beyond the kitchen. But they can't
get quite the atmosphere inside that
they have out here"
Tent this salad dressing good,
It's the req WINE vinegar, announced
Mrs. Stevens. The kind you buy Ia
so acid They make this from tho
wine that's left in the bottom of tho
kegs. / wonder If they would let me
have some"
MORE PRAISE.
After the salad came fresh peara
cheese and caffee.
This Camembert's the real thing"
Warren shifted at II critically.
Yes. and they serve a brie here
that's AL"
1t was after nine before Mr..
stevens took down. his cane from a
nail on the white-washed fence and
made the move to go.
Hold on there" protested Warren.
1--WE haven't paid our bill yet"
I'VE pay in the kitchen as we go
out"
one of the sisters made the change
from a cigar box on the kitchen
table and bowed them out with a
smiling. Good night, monsieur Good
night. mademoiselle!"
"Oh. i've enjoyed II so much" en-
Unused Helen, as they went out the
basement door and up the steps to
the street.