Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-27
Mabel Herbert liners Great Series
Their Married
81 Life =
They Find in New York Restaurant with the Latin
Quarter Atmosphere.


Many of them dol laughed Mr..
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.
Frohman said he'd take it If I'd
rewrite the third act, but l told him
j wanted it produced as it was or not
at all Belasco has it now. But these
managers don't know good play.
There's a 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 MIR. Stevens,
Ihat man next to him is an editor
on some trade paper. A lot of near
celebrities sit at that table They nut
US there one night, but as we weren't
writing book or play-we couldn't
sclntillate. 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
large platter of beef tongue with
piquant sauce
On, 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 tho
block beyond. They were evidently
boarding houses, and many of the
windows were lit. She had been
watching girl in a third story room
INK 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 GO
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 you" 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
tain's drawn? And that woman's
shadow against it? What is she do
ing-she's bending over something's
IN onins, isn't she?" suggested Mrs
Stevens.
Probably some poor little shop girl
ironing her shirtwaist to wear in the
morning" unused Helen. Il should
think the writers who come here
would get lot of stories just from
watching those windows"
Net they! They'd rather write a
Fifth avenue society novel, where
the heroine steps from her Limousine,
trips up the broad marble steps to
the door that's opened by a liveried
footman. That girl ironing her
shirtwaist in a back hall bedroom
wouldn't interest this crowd"
Yes, you keep your knife and
fork," smiled Mrs. Stevens. as the
Frenchwoman who took Helen's plate
laid back on the tablecloth her knife
and fork Tt makes 1t easier for
them to serve. If they don't have to
change the silver for every course"
That ought to suit you, Helen,
you only have to scour off one set
for the meal"
GOOD FOOD.
He always scolds me for wiping
off everything with my napkin"
laughed Helen. but / can't help II
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 1t was
sixty-five?"
protested Helen. why, these squads
mo, it's only sixty-five, wine in
cluded"
'"Well. I 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 S1.30-S1.55 with the tip.
l couldn't get 1t at home for that"
We'll, 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"
Isn't this salad dressing good?
It's the red wine vinegar" announced
Mrs Stevens. The kind you buy Is
so acid, They make this from the
wine that's left in the bottom of the
kegs. 1 wonder If they would let me
have some%
MORE PRAISE.
After the salad came fresh pears
cheese and coffee.
This Camembert's the real thing"
Warren shifted. at it critically.
Yes, and they serve 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,
I'VE 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