The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1915-04-16


hot, cheerfully. do you like a spar.
king wine, Mrs. Curtis?"
Why. know so little about wines,'
answered Helen, fearing that sparkling
Chablis was expensive, and wanting to
order Medoc, the cheapest claret on
the list. Il often tell Warren ! enjoy
the red ink at those Italian tables
d'hote as much as do champagne"
But this hint for inexpensive claret
passed unnoticed
Everything was exceptionally good
and well served, but Helen, who kept
trying to add up IN her mind the
amount of the bill, could not enjoy it.
She had propped the menu against
the mirrored wall beside her and kept
glancing at 1t to verify the prices.
After the roast Warren ordered en-
dive salad. then coffee, cordial and
cigars. 1t was half-past ten before he
called for the check
Here's something l haven't seen
since | was In Paris" remarked Mr.
Elliot abruptly, taking up the pepper
grinder with it's unground pods and
grinding out few grains on the Ia
blecloth.
No, you don't often see those"
Helen answered stiff1y, feeling that
this was merely to make conversation
while Warren paid the hi.
Pepper should always be ground
fresh Now, in India they serve it in
=" began Mr.. Elliott. but Helen did
not hear the rest; she was watching
anxiously for the waiter to bring the
check
1t was well over twelve dollars, but
she had morbid desire to know the
exact amount. Mr. Elliot was launched
on long story about India, SO that he
might seem absorbed while Warren
paid, subterfuge which she knew.
Warren was too generous and whole
souled to see through.
The waiter was coming now. But,
to Helen's establishment, he placed the
tray by Mr.. Elliot-not by Warren.
Then she saw that it was not the
check-but money! Several bills and
some silver! What did it mean?
"See here, what's this?" demanded
Warren, with puzzled frown.
Got ahead of you this trip" smiled
Mr.. Elliot, showing a dollar bin to-
ward the waiter and pocketing the
rest. I've dined with you every time
I've been in New York, SO it was about
my turn"
But how in the devil"
That was easy. Just slipped the
head waiter a twenty-doIlar bill as |
came in Told him to deduct the
check
Well, it's one on me, all right"
grinned Warren, but you'll not put
that over again"
Helen's first sensation had been an
immense relief. Warren did not have
to pay the check-it was paid But,
then, came the thought of her ungra-
ciousness to Mr. Elliot She had hard
ly been civil-he must have felt her
antagonism throughout the dinner!
Could he have guessed the cause and
been secretly exultant?
The color flooded her face as she
fumbled with her fan Did she mag
Inc it, or was he looking at her with
a grim satisfaction.
1t was a relief when he left them
at the subway
Nice fellow" unused Warren, as he
LIT cigarette. Eyes, Elliot's a mighty
line fellow. Corking dinner, too" Then,
What the devil made you
so glum?"
why, dear, | wasn't didn't mean
to be. I've had a headache all day
rom the heat-perhaps that was it."
Well, when a man gives a dinner
Ike that it's up to you to look pleas
ant"
But didn't know it was his din
ner-I thought" Helen stopped in
she had not intended to ad-
nit that
"Oh, that's It, is it?" Warren gave
Ter a keen glance. "You thought the
Inner was on me, and you were so
blamed stingy you begrudged every
You know it wasn't that" lied
Helen, miserably. you don't think
-"
You're a fine kill-joy" contempt
lously. See here, this things grow
ng on you. By Jove, If you get to
'egrudging what we eat"
But the rest was lost in the roar
Il the train as it drew in
Helen sank into a seat, her eyes
Ixed on the blank walls of the sub
way Was she really so small and
nercenary? Was this desire to save
rowing upon her? If it was, how
ould she combat 1t?
She thought of the wasted evening.
the dinner which she should have
n1oyed, but which had been for her
My period of torture.
And yet when Warren was con-
family complaining of hard times"
ow could she enjoy a dinner upon
hitch she felt he was squandering
lOnpy So rockracSly7