South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-06-09
Their Married
Life.
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
THE THIRD YEAR.

A restaurant at night with its air
OF festivity. it's brilliant lights and
people passing in and Out, is very
different in the morning with us
dingy. colorless and deserted atmos-
phere.
And now as Helen paused at the en-
trance Of the place they had dined the
night before. she hesitated. she was
not quite sure whether women ever
went there alone. and no one seemed
10 be going in now. To regain her
courage she walked around the block.
They had dined there last night
with the DawsOns, and AR. Dawson
had ordered a special mixed cheese,
stating that IL could be had at no
other place in New York. 1t proved
20 be delicious. They were all en-
thusiastic abour II, particularly War
rem.
And now that the Stevens were
coming tonight Helen had conceived
the idea Of getting the recipe and
making the cheese as a surprise. That
she could make il. she felt sure She
had detected green peppers. Rogue
fort and onions, but did not know the
proportions, and there were other
things in it she could not detect
Once more she approached the res
taurant, again she hesitated and then
determinedly passed through the door
No Glamour There.
Inside the disillusionment Of the
morning was even more marked The
mirrors and gilt decorations that had
seemed so attractive, now looked
cheap and tawdry in the cold morn
ing light.
The whole place was dismantled.
Most of the tables were bare with
chairs piled upon them, few had the
canton flannel covers that are used
under the cloth, and these were coffee
stained and sOiled
A waiter in his shirt sleeves was
polishing the sugar bowls and salt
cellars at a side table. and a scrub
woman was hopping up the floor.
In the semi-darkness of the back
Of the room Helen could see the closed
piano on tie platform with the empty
music stands huddled against it.
There was a strong Odor OF stale to-
baccO and a number OF spiJtOOns were
showed against the wall She knew
she could never eat at this place with
any relish.
Hesitatingly she approached the
waiter who was polishing the salt eel
lars, noting that the cloth he used
was wet and black.
Gould l see the manager or the
head waiter ?" she ventured.
The head waiter amt on, ma'am.
but / think Mr. Schaeffers is around
somewhere. III see II / can find him. ~
He disappeared through a swinging
door at the back, and returned fol-
lowed by a stout fiorid German.
I'VE dined here last night" she ex-
planned hurriedly. much embarrassed.
We had some cheese st. Armand, and
IL" suddenly realizing the presump-
tuousness of her request. Il wondered
If you would give me the recipe"
Mr.. Schaeffer was plainly surprised.
IL was most unusual to have a charm
ing young woman ingenuously demand
n recipe Of some dish they had had
the evening before.
why, you'll have TO get that from
the chef" he told her cOurteOusly.
You see. he makes up all the dishes
I'll call him and II he's willing to give
it out you're welcome to it, far as I'm
concerned.
The Chef Refuses.
The chef was sent for and appeared
in his white cap and apron, a fierce
looking man with a heavy mustache.
But he had no intention of giving out
his recipes. for his answers in broken
English, were most vague. He men
toned the ROquefOrt, green peppers
and onions, which had been so appar-
ent. but was very indefinite as to
the proportions, and carefully refrain
ed from giving the other ingredients.
Helen could but thank him and
hurry out. realizing that she had not
only put herself in an embarrassing
but that she would never again enjoy
a dinner at that place. She would
always see IL as she had seen ii this