Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-01-26
Their Married Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER

Stevens slipped him a bill
I'll see what / can do for Won. sir >,
Inc next moment he had taken a
reserved" card from one of the most
desirable tables in the room and seat
ed them with a flourish.
That shows they're hard nut ;,
laughed Mr.. Stevens. Last year Won
couldn't have touched this table with
two-spot. Why there's 10 Hillard -
rising to speak to some friends at q
table just back of them.
wen. what'll we have?" asked
we're serving only a special sup
per, sir; five dollars a plate" volun-
teered the waiter, distributing the
say1y decorated supper cards.
me devil you are! Why didn't you
tell us that when we came ?"
Each supper includes a pint of
waiter. 'ie
But, dear, we don't want supper.
40 We?" whispered Helen.
Might as we'll see it through now
were here. How about 1t, Stevens ?''
as MT. stevens now returned to their
tapie. They're serving only five
uodiar supper. Shall we stay?"
ny, yes Not much doing now,
ouI guess they'll whoop it up later"
Ihere was special cabaret pro-
cram, and the stage at the end of
the ulnlngroom was profusely deco
rated with holly and colored lights.
put the atmosphere of festivity
seemed forced.
NO, It's not nearly so lively as it
was last year." replied Mrs. Stevens
Wnen a song and dance received only
ieepie ripple of applause.
Told you Wall street was broke. 7
was down there last week. Jove.
those brokers are blue lot. They'll
not spend much tonight. Hold on
here! demanded Warren. Lets see
that label"
Reluctantly the waiter unwrapped
the napkin from the bottle.
Thought SO! If you serve cham
payne with your supper, why don't
you serve decent brand? Rather
nave a good bottle of beer than that
stuff"
Look" whispered Mrs. Stevens. as
woman In a heavily beaded evening
gown swept by. IT saw that yery
gown at Ardman's last week-s250i"
were about the only people here
not dressed" complained Helen.
ON, they don't care what you wear
as you spend your money"
- NAN" iScat Tic ladies DeRan
hillng up, but it was not the hilarious
crowd of last New Years. Every one
mad the champagne served with the
dlnner, but few ordered more. Hard
times" were apparent.
Helen was wondering if Warren
would nave to pay the bill. While
Mr.. Stevens was always willing to do
MS part, somehow it was always War
rem who paid. Because they went in
the Stevens's car, Warren always felt
under obligations to pay more than
his share of their outings.
But tonight, as neither she nor
Warren had wanted to go out. Helen
thought this should be the Stevens
party.
The thought that she was not
dressed ranked, too. If she had
known they were going to supper she
would have worn her Paris gown and
her lavalliere. But to spend all this
money and feel uncomfortable and in
dressed! 1t seemed such
a waste.
With the first stroke of 12 came
the customary turning off of the lights
and burst of hilarity. After this the
soon died out, in marked
contrast to last year. when it had
kept up until almost dawn.
well, this seems pretty dead" OBJ
served Warren. Ready to go?"
Here, that's mine," protested Mr..
stevens. when the waiter brought the
check.
Nothing of the kind" as Warren
took possession of 1t.
Now look here. Curtis, we brought
you out. This is my supper"
But already Warren was taking
some bills from his wallet.
Then let's match for it, Mr.. Ste