Bogalusa enterprise. [volume] (Bogalusa, La.) 1914-1918, 1916-12-28


Mabel II. Urner. wait here" and
Warren strobe
through to what had been the back
parlor of the once dignified old house.
Although Helen had wanted to see
what this much.talked-of anarchist
restaurant was like, the sitting Gig.
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. CHANGING over his shoulder,
Helen saw the items, Bean soup, 1Oc;
Small steak, Csc; succotash, &C." and
promptly decided that the food was
too cheap to be either good or clean.
Seem to be shy on waters" War.
rem tried to catch the eye Of man
in shirt sleeves dashing kitchenward
with an overloaded tray.
"Steve's the only food singer here
but he's a wonder" a 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 a small pad. "and give it to Steve.
Then forget it,"
ANY bread up that way" called
someone
"Sure!" and long French loaf
went coasting down the bare table.
Helen thought of the wet, dirty
Idishcloth 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 chance
write 1t down anyway"
Dear, look" Helen was gazing al
the weird hectic-colored posters above
The line of coats. "Are they Cubs,
and Futurist-or WHAT"
There's the chap that drew them.
The man opposite pointed out ar
anemic-looking youth with flowing
hair and tie. Maybe he knows"
Steve now dashed up with q 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 1t from her.
What's the matter?" sharply. Nov
no supercilious airs here!"
But, Warren, l can't very well ca,
soup with fork" for only fork and
q black.handled knife were at hel
place.
THE spoons are out there in The
pantry-in = box to your right" wa
the helpful suggestion Of Z younl
woman next to Helen.
With the dir Of . habitue. Wafrel
strobe back TO the green swinging
door. beyond which several Of The
Others had forged.
did things look clean?" Whispered
Helen when he returned With thu
spoon.
Didn't notice." indiherently. "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 1t gave her courage to try
the soup.
IT 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 dark
foreign-looking woman with cleaning
black eyes and pallid skin. She
seemed well known here, and was
greeted with careless familiarity.
Zone of my blue days." as she Iii
a cigarette with long, nervous hands
How l loathe Sunday! II I'd had a
good dose of cyanide, I'd have shut
fed of today"
"Oh, we all feel like that at times,
comforted the man with the Vandyke
beard who sat next to her. "Wha,
got you hipped today?'
Il don't know" musingly, watching
the circle of her cigarette smoke, Eek
cept this was the anniversary Of my
divorce
Wouldn't mind e little thing like