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

diIcH, SeItllnB himself ny
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. stuffy restaurants
and spend a lot Of money just be-
cause it's New Years Eve. You'd
think"
Now. who in the devils that?'
TIL answer it. putting down her
embroidery AMI going over to the
! phone "Yes7 Oh-Hello!
Not a thing-we've decided to have
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 mani -. Why, l
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 big crowd
out What do you think|'
But, dear" began Helen, protest
insly, Il thought we we're
| "All right" speaking into the phi one
for when Warren asked Helens
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"
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.
4 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
thst?" feeling Helen's rather thin
coat. Henry's 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
A they sped down Broadway they
.
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 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 gem
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"
ooh, but we can't get table now.
| can we? ventured Helen. Every
things engaged"
Not this year. Not whom Wall
| Streets broke" declared Warren. "Pn
wager we can get a table anywhere"
How about Maxwell'sT' Mr.. Ste
vens suggested. That's right above
here
When they drew up before Max
welrA Heller left the car reluctantly,
feeling that she was neither dressed
nor in the mood for this place.
"Tickets, STR" 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 I can do for you, sir. -
Tho 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
\ two-spot Why. there's 10 Hillard."
rising to speak to some friends at a
table Just back of them
well. what'n we have?" asked
Warren.
Were serving only special sup
nor. sir; five 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 imp
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.
Might as we'll see II through. now
we're here. How about II, Stevene?"
as Mr.. Stevens now returned to their
table. They're serving only a five
dollar supper. Shall we stay?'
why, yes. Not much doing now,
but guess they'll whoop 1t up later"
There was a special cabaret pro-
rramme, 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 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. I
was down there last week. Jove,
those brokers are a blue lot! They'll
not spend much tonight Hold on
there" demanded Warren. Lets see
that labeiv'