The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-04-03
Married Life
the Third Year

1t was typical country road house,
with its low ceiling. red lights and
darby singers. As it was Saturday,
number of autos were lined up In the
yard. and most of the tables were
filled.
Doing a pretty good business to-
night" remarked Warren to the suave
proprietor. who had paused for mo-
ment at their table.
"Oh, yes, Saturdays and Sundays
are our big days out here"
Mighty slow during the week,
though" commented Mr.. Stevens. as
the man moved on. when was 1t We
were out here. Emma?" turning to his
wife. Last Thursday, wasn't it,
and there weren't half a dozen people
In the place"
Eyes. they have to depend on their
weekend business" said Warren
That's what makes these road house
prices so stiff. Have to keep enough
walters to handle the Saturday and
Sunday crowds, with nothing much to
do during the week"
"Oh, but some Of the prices are ex-
orbitant!" exclaimed Mrs. Stevens.
You'd think they'd have more Gus
toners if they'd be more reasonable
Don't know about that" said War
rem. The class of people who make
practice of coming to places like
this want to spend their money"
Shall we serve the chauffeur's din
ner. sir?" asked the waiter, coming up
with a slip in his hand.
Warren waved a Yes, certainly"
and signed the slip, for this was his
dinner They had so often gone out
in the Stevens car as their guests
that Warren had insisted on this din
ner being his
What do you think OF that ne"
man of mine?" asked Mr.. Stevens, re-
ferring to the chauffeur who mhe had
engaged that week.
Seems to drive all right said
Warren. What was the matter with
the other one?"
"Oh, found he took the car out last
Sunday for forty-nine mile drive
with his girl"
Warren shrugged his shoulders.
Guess they all do that, only you don't
always find it out. That's one OF the
consultations Of people who can't ar
ford a car" he laughed. eve don't
have to put up with the impositons
of these blamed chauffeurs Rotten
lot-most OF them"
Yes, and they're getting worse all
the time. Got to now you cant get
any kind of driver for less than
hundred dollars"
And I'll wager that same man
couldn't make forty at anything else"
"Of course, he couldn't" agreed MI.
Stevens vehemently They're all RI
dfculously overpaid. Most of these
fellows learn to drive a car in week.
and they're no more of mechanic
than | am. Cad, it makes my blood
boil when I think of what we have to
put up with. Why nine-tenths Of them
were elevator or bellboys, not making
cent over six dollars a week. They
go to some night school for chauffeurs
and in a couple of weeks come out as
full-fledged drivers-demanding hun
dred a month. I'm sore on the whole
proposition"
Should think you would be-" de
clared Warren. I'm thinking of get
ting a small car next summer, but it'll
be one I can run myself" Then sud
denly glancing at his watch, by
George, this service is slow. Here.
waiter. what's the matter? Hurry our
order along!"
THE DINNER CHECK.
Yes. sir, it's oming right now. sir
with the cheerful, re-assuring air that
walters always have when asked about
delayed order.
But it was fully another twenty min
utes before it was served, and as they
fingered over the dinner it was after
9 when Warren finally called for the
check
The waiter brought it and laid it
face down. When Warren turned it
over, Helen, in a swift glance, tried
to read the figures backward Twelve
dollars and something! The checks
at these places were always more than
she thought they were going to be
Warren drew out a twenty-dollar
bill and laid it on the check A mo-
ment later the waiter came up with
an apologize:
This is the chaufteur's check, sir;
I forgot to include that"
Warren glanced at it casually and