The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1916-10-24

Combination tea room and antique
shop Ell? Well, that don't sound like
real food" objected Warren.
"Oh, they serve an awfully good
dinner" enthused Mrs. Stevens; 1.-THE
most delicious waffles and Maryland
chicken-and everything SO dainty
May be dainty all right, but do you
get enough to eat?"
Dear. do let's CO." pleaded Helen
I'D love to- see the old furniture"
Shall we try it," Mr.. Stevens
slowed down. the car.
"Oh. all right" Warren assented
I'VE can 60 somewhere afterward and
fill up
A half-hour's ride through the
snow swirled streets and they drew up
before an old-fashioned red brick
house, with a white colonial doorway
a quaint iron lantern lit the swing
ing sign "Ye Olde Cock Inn"
The door was opened by an auburn
haired. artistic-type woman in an
enveloping Studio" apron, whom
Mrs. Stevens introduced as Miss
Traitor.
Zone OF the maids left this morn
ins," she explained, ushering them In
II the wide hall, 80 I'm helping with
the dinner
That's the younger sister" whis
pered Mrs. Stevens as they took on
their wraps. "She's very clever-she
was an interior decorator before they
opened this place. Come through this
way. I want you to see some of the
furniture. After dinner we'll &c
through the rooms upstairs
Both the hall and large front room
were furnished In antques-eacll
piece ticketed in plain figures.
"Oh. yes, they're high" admitted
Mrs. Stevens, as Helen exclaimed al
IN $S5 tag on a small pie-crust table
But they get their prices. Miss
Traitor says they cant get the stun
MS fast as they can sell it.
In the dining room, wide brick
fireplace with its glowing log con-
tributed to the "old-time" atmosphere
The candle-lighted tables, the rag,
carpet rugs, the gray walls and white
woodwork, the flower-painted chairs
end the long mahogany sideboard
we're all strictly Colonial"
Isn't this the most attractive
ROOM" praised Mrs. Stevens, as Miss
Traitor led them to table by the
fireplace. "Oh, that's another china
closet? That's not the one you had
when was here last?"
NO, we sold that. We just got
this from an old house in Salem.
Isn't 1t beauty? Will you be too
warm here? Perhaps you'd rather sit
tack?"
ooh, no, it's jolly by the fire." ap-
proved Mr.. Stevens.
The tables we're bare except for
two linen strips laid crosswise. which
brought the linen under each plate.
The cock, the sign Of the Inn, was
cverywhere-on the linen strips. the
paper napkins and the borders OF the
" hite muslin curtains. Even the salt
cellars were china cocks.
Can we get anything to drink
that's what I'd like to know, de-
Inanded Warren, whose interest was
in the food and not the furnishings,
"Why. dear, Of course not re-
huked Helen. mot at tea room
I'm not so sure about that OBJ
jected Mr.. Stevens. They may have
it on the quiet" Then as the white
frilled colored girl served their relish
Gould we get such thing as cock
tail here?"
Il dunno, subj" with grin. I'll!
Fsk Miss Traitor"
That means we'll get it, chuckled
Warren. Huh. what do you call this
mouthful?" staring at the mayon-
aised morsel on a lettuce leaf.
"Oh, it's delicious" Helen nibbled
at it with an oyster fork. "Thererc
shrimps in 1t and sardines, and
Not enough Of that dob to tell
what's in it.
You won't mind drinking your
cocktail from teacup, will your"
smiled Miss Traitor, appearing with
four cups on a tray. I'VE haven't any
license-and we have to be so very
careful"
Booze in teacup," grinned War
rem. What do you know about that.
Stevens? That's why these women
gro so keen on tea rooms.
The soup was thin consomme,
served in artistic shallow blue bowls
scantily half full. This was followed
tv tiny oyster timbales. The hot
soda biscuits were delicious. but
hardly larger than quarter, and the