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

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the library table Beats
scouting around with any New Year
Eve crowd all hollow"
: TT does, doesn't it?" Helen drew
nearer her work basket Dear, our
evenings ct 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"
! f. TT does seem so foolish with an
air Of superiority, FOR people 10
crowd IN noisy. stuffy restaurants
and spend q lot If money Just be
cause it's New Years 1--WE. You d
think
! Now, who In the DEVILS that
ri answer it. putting down her
embroidery ami going over to the
Not a thing-we've decided to nave
q quiet evening at home On
you're downstairs? on, no -
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 g. out with them"
! Hello. old man. why, !
guess not; we thought wed cut IL
out this year w men way
did you come? Up Broadway? Pref
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 a bit. They say
it's not cold and there's big crowd
| out What do you think
/ "Bal dear" began Helen. protest
.ngly, Il thought we were--
/ AN right" speaking into the pm one
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, / 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
/ lew moments she was ready.
The SteVenses had driven around
/ the block, but the car drew up again
| as they came down.
THE SAME INTENTION.
! Wei were going to stay in this
evening, too" admitted Mrs. Stevens,
! as Helen settled herself under the fur
3
tive. Will you be warm enough in
that?' feeling Helen's rather thin
coat. Henrys fur coat is right there
under the seat
As 1t was growing colder, Helen
was glad to slip it on.
/ Uptown the streets were quiet. But
as they sped down Broadway they
! ran into the New Years crowd. There
was nothing new. nothing different
from what it had been last year or
the year before--the same ear-split-
ting horns, bells and whistles.
Helen wondered how any one could
get ub 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
ly 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 Maxwen's?" Mr.. Ste
vens suggested. That's right above
here"
When they drew up before Max
wells Helen left the car reluctantly!
feeling that she was neither dressed
nor in the mood for this place.
-. a. h. 10 u
waiter, as they entered.
mo, we haven't a table reserved
See If you can get us one" and Mr..
Stevens slipped him bill.
"Tll see what l can do for you. sir
The next moment he had taken a
reserved" card from one of the most
desirable tables in the room and seat
ed them with flourish.
That shows they're hard put. "
laughed Mr. Stevens. Last year you
couldn't have touched this table with
a two-spot Why. there's 10 Hillard,"
rising to speak to some friends at a
table Just back of them.
We'll, whatll we have?" asked
Warren.
We're serving only a special sup
Pc. sir; Ave dollars a plate" volun-
teered the waiter. distributing the
gayly decorated supper cards.
The devil you are! Why didn't you
tell us that when we came in?"
Each supper includes pint OF
champagne. sir" conciliated the
waiter.
: THE BEST OF IT.
But. dear. we don't want supper dc
we~ whispered Helen.
Might Nas well see 1t through, now
we're here. How about II, Stevens?'
as Mr.. Stevens now returned to .heii
table. They're serving only a five-
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-
sramme, 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.
mo, It's not nearly so lively as 4,
was at Chambers last year" observed
Mrs. stevens when 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 blue lott They'll
mt spend much Tonight. Hold or
,harep demanded Warren LET'S &c.