Judsonia weekly advance., 1915-08-04

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 Warren S tr o e through to what had been the back parlor of the once dignifed old house.
 Although Helen had wanted to see what this much-talked-of anarchist restaurant was like, the stifling cig- arctic smoke and bare tables were not alluring. She was almost glad when Warren came back with a brief full up"
 But as they turned to leave some body called out jovially Hold on there! Always room for two more!"
 Warren nodded his thanks as they took the end of bench made vacant by the others sliding themselves and their dishes closer together.
 Somebody showed toward Warren a soiled menu mimeographed in purple ink. Glancing over his shoulder, Helen saw the items, Bean soup, 10c; Small steak, 25c; Succotash, &c., and promptly decided that the food was too cheap to be either good or clean.
 Seem to be shy on walters" War ren tried to catch the eye of man in shirt sleeves flashing kitchenward with an overloaded tray
 "Steve's the only food singer here but he's a wonder" man opposite informed them socially
 "He must be to wait on this crowd" admitted Warren.
 Never been to Mollie's before?"
 This Is our first offense'
 Well, I'll show you the ropes. Write your order on this," reaching for small pad, "and give it to Steve. Then forget it!"
 Any bread up that way?' called someone.
 "Sure." and a long French loaf went coasting down the bare table.
 Helen thought of the wet, dirty dishcloth with which Steve had just wiped off one of the other tables, and decided not to eat any bread.
 How about a cocktail?" Warren asked their friend opposite. Can you get anything to drink here?'
 'If they know you. Take a chance write it down anyway"
 Dear look!" Helen was gazing at the weird hectic-co}ored posters above the line of coats. Are they Cubist and Futurist-or what?"
 There's the chap that drew them. y The man opposite pointed out an anemic-looking youth with flowing hair and tie Maybe he knows"
 Steve now dashed up with a tray laden with bowls of thick, reddish brown bean soup. Two of these he showed across the table to Warren
 The soup had stopped over the nickel edge of the bowl in smeary brown streaks. With feeling of re- vulsion Helen pushed it from her.
 What's the matter?" sharply. Now no supercilious airs here!"
 But, Warren, I cant very well eat soup with a tork,' for only a fork and a black-handled knife were at her place.
 "The spoons are out there in the pantry-in box to your right was the helpful suggestion of a young woman next to E6ien.
 With the air of habitue, Warren strode back to the green swinging door, beyond which several of the others had foraged
 Did things look clean?" whispered Helen when he returned with the spoon.
 Didn't notice,' indifferently "Ah. here we are!" as Steve slammed be- fore them two cocktails in plain whis- ky glasses.
 The cocktails were dark and sweet ish. and Helen drank hers with dis taste, but it gave her courage to try the soup.
 "If Steve don't bring all you order" (the man opposite reached for his hat and coat), hustle out and help your self. That's the rule here
 His place was soon taken by a dark foreign-looking woman with gleaming black eyes and pal1id skin. She seemed well known here, and was greeted with careless familiarity.
 "One of my blue days" as she lit a cigarette with long, nervous hands. How I loathe Sunday, If I'd had a good dose of cyanide. I'd have shuf- fled off today"
 "Oh, We all feel like that at times" comforted the man with the Vandyke beard who sat next to her. What got you hipped today?'
 T don't know" musingly, watching the circle of her cigarette smoke, 'ex- cept this was the anniversary of my divorce"
 Wouldn't mind a little thing like