Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-08-21
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its full. r~ed-curved lips and pink,
health-tinted cheeks that were franz
ed in great waves of FURNISHED gold
hair. dressed low over her ears. Then
the coal-black eyes went hard again;
the line around h withered lips
frightened as the teeth clamped to-
gether behind them.
The captain lowered over the table.
fearful lest these favored guests
should find something wrong. The
woman glanced at him once more; he
bowed, n hurried away, obeying the
unvoiced command as though it had
been spoken. Something in that look
had told him that he was not wanted;
he understood without knowing why
he understood.
The girls hand shook as she lifted
her glass to take a sip of wine. But
she did not look toward the other
table. She. too. had obeyed the I'M
spoken command
The other diners, more blase, prob
ably, or more typically New Workers,
stared frankly at the strange couple.
The woman sat straight in her chair,
unmoving, finger tips touching the
table edge. The mans left hand still
rested, palm down, on the cloth. where
the woman's hand had left it. The
fingers of his other hand, relaxed,
were around the stem of his wineglass.
His gaze lever left the woman's face;
his stare was unblinking, ~uncanny;
his eyes were bright.
The murmur of comment still went
the rounds of the tables. The silver
sandals, the silver girdle, the gown of
black satin, that was cut according to
no prevailing mode, but seemed, some
how, to be eminently in keeping with
1 the age-lined face, were discussed,
speculated upon, wondered at.
The waiter approached the couples
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diningroom captain hurried over
napkin on arm, to assist. The waiter
was a new man. and nothing must
go wrong. The waiter held the bottle
so hat the man could see the label.
That is right" Once more the
words came from the beard with no
movement of head or body.
The d"iningroom captain saw the
label, and a look of wonder crossed
his face. The wine was Pol Roger
Sc. In all his years of serving he
had never known of a bottle of the
famous wine being in the place. He
watched every movement of the man
as he poured the wine into the wo-
mans glass; a look cautioned care
as the serving man turned to pour
the wine into the glass loosely held
by the mans relaxed fingers.
The man spoke again slowly, SOL
EMMY: Life is wine. Wine is life.
Its bubbles come from the depths. to
break into the free air of the higher
above. But half a glass, man. l do
not wish to drink"
The waiting captain turned away
A strange man, surely! He glanced
at the lone girl, and surprised a
startled look of fear on her face be-
fore she lifted her wine again TO her
lips and lowered her head. A girl
without an escort in this Broadway
d~tningroom. How had she entered :?
How a she passed the men at the
door? He must tell her of the Broad
way rule regarding unescorted women.
AS he took a step toward the table,
n waiter unceremoniously brushed
past him and spoke to the girl.
Mr.. Smith is at the telephone, miss.
he Will return in a minute"
He took the bottle of wine from he
cooler on the stand at her side and
filled her half-emptied w~ineglass.
There vas no doubt of the captains
scowl this time. He knew that the
waiter had deliberately pushed past
him to forestall his request that the
girl leave the restaurant. And the
lie had been so obvious! What in
terest had the new waiter in the girl
with the hair of FURNISHED gold? WHY
was she waiting, alone? His raised
finger beckoned the waiter. The thing
must be settled. The mar must know
his place.
Man The m came sharp
~ from me bearded man at the table
with the strange, silent woman.
The waiter, who had started to obey
the raised finger, hurried back to he
table. ~
Fill my glass. The bubbles of life
have ceased to rise"
silently the serving man obeyed.
pouring the win slowly. When he
Strengthened up to replace the bottle,
the captain had gone to attend an.
other table. His eyes met the ewes
OF the woman. His head lowered
slowly in a o of thanks,
Inc silent woman of the silver SAN
daIs llIted her untouched glass. For
a moment she held it toward the man
at the other side of the table. Then.
Win a motion as graceful as that of
a queen drinking the health of her
lese lord, she slowly drained he bub-
pIlng wine. Almost reverentlv she set
down the empty glass and brushed her
withered lips with a napkin. Rising
SLOWLY, as unconscious as ever of he
WaLching eyes, she walked around he
table, her silver sandals flashing under
the satln dress. Diners held their
breaths as she laid one hand gently on
the bearded mans shoulder. She lean
ed forward, and a hundred haIf-sun-
pressed gasps went up as her Inns
HshtIy touched the forehead of her
escort. The man did not move under
me caress. Only a heavy-voiced. sim
pie Thank you" came from the heard
shielded lips. The silent woman turn-
ed bowed her head for an instant
and left the diningroom as she had
entered 1t, cold eyes apparently seeing
nothing, body erect, regal.
Inc waiter filled her . empty glas c
again. The girl at the next ia
called him. spoke to him in a tremu-
lous undertone. He nodded and in
picking up her fallen napkin tomcbed
her arm. He left her, apparently TO
execute some order she had given
The bearded man never moved in
ms chair at the table in the center of
the big diningroom, with its wine-
hVened men and who Sim
watched covertly. The waiting can
tam came over and touched the hot
Tie IN the cooler to see thai the tenn
p~erature was keeping right. He
glanced up inquiringly, but the man
paid no attention.
me fingers of the girl at the newt
table toyed n%ervously with the stam
OF her Wineglass. That reminded fine
captain OF the waiter from whom an
explanation was due. The serving man
was o in the d~iningroom. He hur-
RED over to the door through which
ms men entered the d~iningroom
where there would be no POSSIBILITY
OF the diners hearing would be the