Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-14
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. VIII you be warm enough in
that" 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 it on.
Uptown the streets were quiet. But
as 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
the year before-the same ear-split-
ting horns, bells and whistles.
Helen wondered how any one could
get vi, 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 WEI" ventured Helen. Every
things engaged"
mot this year. Not when Wall
Streets broke" declared Warren. I'll
wager we can get table anywhere
How about Maxwells?" Mr.. Ste
vens suggested That's right above
here"
When they drew up before Max
wells Helen left the car reluctantly
feeling that she was neither dressed
nor in the mood for this place.
Tickets, sir" demanded the head
waiter, as they entered.
No we haven't a table reserved
See If you can get us one" and Mr.
stevens slipped him bill.
I'm see what | can do for you, sir
The next moment he had taken a
reserved" card from one OF the most
| desira BILE tables in the 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 two-spot. Why. there's 10 Hillard.'
rising to speak to some friends at a
/ table Just back of them.
We'll. whatu we have?" asked
! Warren.
We're serving only a special sup
Pc. sir. Ave dollars plate" volun-
/ teered the waiter, distributing the
gayly decorated supper cards.
The devil you are, Why didn'; you
tel us that when we came in?"
Each supper includes a pint OF
champagne, sir" conciliated the
waiter.
TIRE BEST OF IT.
But. dear. we don't want supper dc
we-' whispered Helen.
Might as well see it through. now
we're here. How about 1t, Stevens
as MIR. stevens now returned TO .heil
table. They're serving only a Ave
dollar supper. Shall we stay"
! why. yes. Not much doing now
but guess they'll whoop it up later"
There was special cabaret pro.
gramme, 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
NO. It's not nearly so lively as I,
was at Chandler's 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
was down there last week JOYS
those brokers are a blue lot Thev'll
not spend much tonight. Hold on
there.' demanded Warren. Let's see
that label"
Reluctantly the waiter unframed
the NAPKIN from the bottle
Thought So ~ YOU serve cham