The Washington herald., 1917-02-05

This series In . continuation of ssTheir
Married Life,S produced by Mabel Her
bert Urner for four years. .sThe Mar
J rfed Life of Helen and warren,o ap-
pearing exclusively in this paper, L.
the only series now being written By
Mabel Herbert Urner.
What d'you see there?" Warren
held the dinner card under the rose
shaded table light. 'Broiled guinea
hen?"
Dear, you always want to order
guinea hen, and it's the highest thing
on the menu" protested Helen. These
prices are awful! Filet Mignon one
hfty-it's never over ninety. Why,
there isn't an entree under a dollar
and all single portionsr'
We'll, you can't do 1t on the cheap
here-you needn't try. What do you
want?" impatiently.
ASK for the to-order bill-of-fare,' -
thinking that plain steak or chop
from the grill could not be so exorbi-
tant
Let's have your to-order card" as
the waiter approached.
I'VE haven't any. sir, Just that din
ner card. The supper card comes on
at nine"
you serve no chops or steaks?''
persisted Helen, incredulous.
oh. yes, madam, anything you wish.
Would you like a nice sirloin?'
Helen hesitated, embarrassed. She
could not bring herself to ask of this
supercilious Frenchman the price of a
steak. yet she was fearful of what
such a place might charge for any
thing ordered special
mo, don't believe 1 care for steak.
I'll have some-some broiled sea bass"
that being ninety cents, the cheapest
dish on the menu.
The waiter wrote 1t down with an
air that implied a disdainful under
standing OF her motive.
"'How's the rack Of lamb? Well, I'll
try that" decided Warren. And let's
see." glancing at the vegetables, string
beans and sweet potatoes" Then to
Helen. You can't make a dinner on fish.
What else?'
Just baked potatoes. I don't want
very much. I had a late lunch" her
stock excuse for ordering a frugal dinner.
With a sigh of relief she pushed back
the card. Ordering at a high-priced
restaurant was always an ordeal She
was always striving to curb Warren's
| careless extravagance-to keep down the
| size OF the check.
Dawson says they've got a pretty
sOOo sHOW lCNhCb
Warren hitched his chair to face the
dancing space.
Here the orchestra clashed forth, the
| lights were lowered, and twelve girls In
amazingly abbreviated costumes raced
out.
Their short skirts represented tulips.
each wired petal curling upward and
| tipped with a tiny bell. Green silk
tights. crownless hats Of green leaves
with black velvet streamers completed
the Frenchy costumes. The spotlight
followed them as they pranced about in
frolicking song.
Dear, they've only one shoulder
strap" for the gauze bodices, hardly
wider than a belt, were supported over
only one shoulder by a string of beads.
Lot of responsibility on that one
strap" grfnned Warren.
Their voices were high and strident,
| the usual musicless cabaret voice, but
their dash and vigor helped put it
| over"
From the dancing space the girls now
filed out around the room, singing the
catchy refrain and lingering longest by
| the tables at which there were only men.
| Warren moving his chair so they could
get through, was favored with winking
smiles as they swept by leaving a scent
| ed trail.
Third from the ends the best Of the
bunch" was his appraising comment.
That one behind her ought to have a
bucket and mop"
Another turn in the center, then with
waving arms they swayed of, their fixed
smiles fading to listlessness the moment
they left the floor.
| Shall serve it, madam" The waiter
raised the silver cover from the sea bass
which he held at Helen's elbow.
No, I'll serve It myself" knowing that
he would cut only a couple of slices from
| the center and whisk the rest back to
the kitchen.
Put everything right down." snapped
Warren as with the same query the man
uncovered the roast lamb. Wen do the
serving. Here, take back these rolls
hard as bricks. Bring some gluten bread
| have it toasted"
The ninety-cent order of sea bass was
| inflnitesinal. but Helen. thinking of the
expensive revue, made no comment.
Huh, about two good bites for Pussy
Purr-mew," snorted Warren, viewing his
rack Of lamb two lonely diminutive
| chops centered on the large platter, the
| ley.
Glancing at the card still propped
against the table light, Helen saw that
the rack of lamb was one-fifty. The three
| slices Of grilled sweet potatoes were
| forty, and string beans ffty-barely a
| spoonful Even her one modest baked
potato was twenty-five. They were dis
tinctly "single" portions-division would
! have been hair-splitting.
Dear, he hasn't brought that foot
/ stool" suddenly realizing her discomfort
Always a howl for a footstool! But
all right" tolerantly. with these prices
| you can have what you want. See
here" as the waiter came up with the
toasted bread, where's that footstool
asked for?'