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

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
put of it?"
Rotten headache the next day"
TT does seem so foolish" with an
air Of superiority, for people to
crowd In noisy, stuffy restaurants
and spend lot Of money Just be,
cause it's New Years Eve. You'd
think"
Now. who the devils that?
TIL answer It, putting down her
embroidery AMI going over to the
phone. "Yee7 oh-Hello!
Not a thinE-we've decided to have
O. quiet evening at home. On
you're downstairs? Oh, no! II
wait-you speak to warren.
ITS Mr.. stevens" she whispered
az 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 II
out this year, Whioh way
did you come? Up Broadway Pref
ty much of a crowd? Well. hold tho
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 q big crowd
out What do you think"
"Bu. dear began Helen, protest
insly, Il thought we we're
All right" speaking into the phi one
for when Warren asked Helen's
opinion 1t was only to give him time
to make up his own mind. We'll be
right down"
But, Warren, I'm not dressed"
We'll, hustle into anything. Wen
not get out of the car"
Although she hated to be hurried.
Helen could dress quickly. and in
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
tbat?" feeling Helen's rather thin
coat. Henry's fur coat is right there
under the seat.
AS it was growing colder, Helen
was glad TO slip /: on.
Uptown 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
tho wear 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
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 weT ventured Helen. Every
things engaged
Streets broke" declared Warren. I'll
wager we can get a table anywhere"
How about MaxwellsT' Mr.. Ste
vens suggested. That's right above
here,"
When they drew up before Max
Wells Helen left tho 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 table reserved.
See If you can get US one" and Mr..
Stevens slipped him bill.
TIL see what can do for you. sir,
Tho next moment he had taken a
reserved" card from one of the most
desirable tables In tho 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
a tvo-spot Why, there's 10 Hillard."
rising to speak to some friends at
table Just back of them.
"weiI. what'n we have?" asked
Warren.
Were serving only special sup
nor, sir; fve dollars a plate" volun-
teered the waiter, distributing the
sayIy decorated supper cards.
"The devil you are! Why didn't you
tell us that when we came in?"
Each supper includes a pint of
champagne, sir" conciliated the
waiter.
THE BEST OF 1T.
But, dear, we don't want supper. do
we~ whispered Helen.
.1s,~nt nc we'll see IL through. now
we're here. How about 1t. Stevens?"
as Mr.. Stevens now returned to their
table. They're serving only a Ave-
dollar supper. Shall we stayT'
"why. yes. Not much doing now,
but euess they'll whoop It up later"
There was special cabaret pro-
xramme, and the stage at the end of
the dining room was profusely deco
rated with holly and colored lights.
But the atmosphere of festivity seemed
forced.
mo, It's not nearly so lively as It
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. I
vas down there last week. love
those brokers are a blue lott THEY'LL
m, .uend much tonight. Hold on
therel' demanded Warren. Lets see
that labelp'
Reluctantly the waiter unwrapped
the napkin from the bottle.
Thought so! II you serve cham