Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-14
By MABEL HERBERT URNER,


the library table. Beats
scouting around with any New Years
Eve crowd all hollow"
1T does. doesn't it?" Helen drew
nearer her work basket. Dear, our
evenings at home are always the
best Think of how much money we
spent last year-and what did we get
out OF it?"
Rotten headache the next day"
1T does seem so foolish" with an
air OF superiority, "for people to
crowd in noisy. stufy restaurants
and spend a lot II money just be-
cause it's New Years Eve You'd
think"
NV, who in the devlrs that.
I'll answer it, putting down her
embroidery AMI going over to Inc
phone Yes? Oh--H clio. ,
Not thing-we've decided to have
a quiet evening at home. On
you're downstairs? Oh, no! II
wait--you speak to Warren.
It's Mr.. Stevens she whispered
as Warren took the receiver They re
downstairs in the car and want us
to 60 out with them
Hello, old man! why
guess not; we thought we'd cut 1t
out this year Which way
did you come? Up Broadway? Pret-
ty much of a crowd? Well, hold the
wire a minute"
Placing his hand over the receiver
Warren turned to Helen.
See here, they just want us to
drive around town bit. They say
it's not cold and there's a big crowd
out What do you think
"Bul, dear" began Helen. protest
ingly, Il thought we were
All right" speaking into the phi me
for when Warren asked Helen's
opinion it was only to give him time
to make UP his own mind. Wen be
right down"
But, Warren, I'm not dressed
well, hustle into anything. Well
not get out of the car"
Although she hated to be hurried,
Helen could dress quickly. and in a
few moments she was ready.
The Stevenses had driven around
the block, but the car drew up again
as they came down.
THE SAME INTENTION.
We were going to stay in this
evening, too admitted Mrs. Stevens
as Helen settled herself under the fur
robe beside her. But Henry got res
tive. Will you be warm enough in
that?" feeling Helen's rather thin
coat, Hcnrys fur coat is right there
under the seat"
As 1t was growing colder, Helen
was glad TO slip 1t on.
JJptown the streets were quiet. But
a. they sped down Broadway they
ran into the New Years crowd. There
was nothing new, nothing different
from what 1t had been last year or
the year before-the same ear-split-
ting horns, bells and whistles.
Helen wondered how any one could
get UP the enthusiasm year after year
to take part in this pushing, crowd
ing street hilarity.
In spite of the extra force of police
men, the crowd overlooked the side
walks into the streets, barring the
progress of the cars, whose constant
" squawking horns added to the gen.
eral din.
Cant get through that crush" for
now the people were massed black
ahead Getting cold, anyway" grum-
bled Mr.. Stevens. Wed better go in
somewhere and see what's doing
"Oh, but we can't get table now,
can WEI" ventured Helen. Every
things engaged"
Not this year. Not when Wall
Streets broke" declared Warren. "I'll
wager we can get table anywhere"
How about Maxwells?'' Mr.. Ste
vens suggested. That's right above
here
When they drew UP before Max
wei?s Helen left the car reluctantly,
feeling that she was neither dressed
nor in the mood for this place.
Tickets, SIR" demanded the head
waiter, as they entered.
mo, we haven't a table reserved.
See If you can get US one" and Mr..
Stevens slipped him bill
I'll see what can do for you, sir"
The next moment he had taken
reserved" card from one of the most
desirable tables in the room and seat
ed them with a flourish.
That shows they're hard put"
laughed Mr.. Stevens. Last year you
couldn't have touched this table with
n two-spot Why. there's 10 Hillard,"
rising to speak to some friends at a
table lust back of them.
well, whatll we have?" asked
Warren.
Were serving only a special sup
Dor, sir; 1--WE dollars plate" volun-
teered the waiter, distributing the
xayly decorated supper cards.
'aThe devil you are Why didn's you
tell US that when we came in?"
Each supper includes pint of
champagne, sir" conciliated the
waiter.
THE BEST OF TT.
But dear, we don't want supper, do
ws~ whispered Helen.
Might as we'll sec II through. now
we're here. How about II, stevens?"
as Mr.. Stevens now returned to their
table. They're serving only Ave-
dollar supper. Shall we stay"
"why, yes. Not much doing now,
but guess they'll whoop It up later"
There was a special cabaret pro-
pramme, and the stage at the end of
the dining room was profusely deco
rated with holly and colored lights.
Blu. the atmosphere Of festivity seemed
forced
'No, It's not nearly SO lively as II
was at Chambers last year" observed
Mrs. stevens when a song and dance
trio had finished their turn with only
a feeble ripple of applause.
told you Wall Street was broke.
was down there last week. Jove,
those brokers are a blue lot! They'll
not spend much tonight. Hold on
there!" demanded Warren. Let's see
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