Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-01-26

Solid comfort this yawned War
rem, settling himself by the library
table. Beats scouting around with
any New Years Eve crowd all hol-
low"
''It 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 and going over to the
phone. "Yes?" -. Oh-Hello!
Not thing-we've decided to have
quiet evening at home. ...... Oh
you're downstairs? Oh, no! IL
wait-you speak to Warren"
ITS Mr.. Stevens" she whispered
as Warren took the receiver. They're
downstairs in the car and want us
to go out with them"
Hello. old man, ...... Why, I
guess not; we thought we'd cut it
out this year. ....... Which way
did you come? Up Broadway? Pret-
ty much of a crowd? Well, hold the
wire q minute"
Placing his hand over the receiver
Warren turned to Helen.
See here, they just want us to
drive around town a bit. They say
It's not cold and there's a big crowd
out. What do you Think"
But, dear" began Helen, protest
ingly. Il thought we were'-
"All right" speaking into the phone
for when Warren asked Helen's
opinion it was only to give, him time
to make up his mind. We'll be
right down"
But, Warren, I'm not dressed"
We'll, 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.
I'VE were going to stay in this
evening, too" admitted Mrs. Stevens,
as Helen settled herself under the fur
robe beside her. But Henry got rest
i've. Will you be warm enough in
that?" 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
as they sped down Broadway they
ran into the New Years crowd. There
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
70 take part In this pushing. crowd
Ing street hilarity.
In spite of the extra force of police-
men, the crowd overfiowed the side
walks into the Streets barring the
progress of the cars, whose Constantly
squawkfng horns added to the general
din.
Cant get through that crush" for ,,
bow the people were massed black
ahead. Getting cold, anyway" grum-
pled Mr.. Stevens. WED better go in
omewhere and see what's doing"
"Oh, but we can't get table now
AN we?" ventured Helen. Every
hing engaged"
mot this year. Not when Wall
streets broke" declared Warren. .I'll
wager we can get table anywhere -
"How about Maxwell's?" Mr.. Ste
ems suggested. That's right above
ere."
When they drew up before Max
FelPs Helen left the car reluctantly
ceiling that she was neither dressed |
or in the mood for this place
Tickets. sir" demanded the head |
iaiter as they entered.
mo, we haven't table reserved |
ee IL you can get us one" and Mr..