Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1917-11-02
Margaret Carrots
HssbalS
IN WASHINGTON SQUARE
CHAPTER XLvII
4 By JANE PHELPS
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He had played with Donald, then al
tempted to read but had thrown tn
book down. "I think it will do us bot
good. -
CAN right, dear, where shall W
go?' L replied. 1 was always glad t
go out alone with Bob, and never re
fused save when he wanted to dra;
John Kendall or someone elst aloni
with us.
"How would you like to go down il
Washington Square, to the Revourt?'
"That would be finel' / had alway
heard of the place as being one of tn,
oldest in New York, and so judged i
Tust be like all old things very sait
and proper; but l also had heard i
was rather quaint, and had housed
many notables. / was pleased that Bol
hadn't proposed some gay place where
we would surely run into a crowd ht
knew. For once we would be by our
selves q will tell Della, don t thinl
sne has started dinner"
"Ill telephone for a table," BoE
said as I turned away.
"Will that be necessary in such 8
placer"
"It is always better" he returned
so l made no further objection.
What shall | wear9" L asked af-
ter I had told Della not to prepare din
liner, and had given her directions anent
Donald IS care for the evening.
fOh, almost anything will do. Some
thing quiet,' Bob returned so adding
to my feeling that we were going to IA
really quiet place.
/ dressed in a dark silk afternoon
dress and large hat. Bob wore his bus
mess clothes. We went down on the
bus as that took us right to the door.
We went in under the steps.
"Why don It we go up stairs instead
of down here7" l asked.
"It's more fun down stairs" Bob
answered, then "Hello Frank have
you saved a nice table for me he
said to waiter who came toward us.
eyes, Mr. Garrett, in the first room
and he led the way thru room filled
with a gay careless looking crowd to
small table in the window embrasure
The place was crowded and many
were standing.
"Hello, Garrettl' y 1 heard. "Glad to
see you down here gain! we we missed
you, and tall rather distinguished
looking man was shaking hands with
Bob while the waiter patiently waited
with his pencil poised ready to take
our order.
Margaret, 1 want you to meet Mr..
Longworthl he's the author of that
popular novel 1 was talking about the
other night! My wife, Longworth. Let
me congratulate you, old chap; you are
certainly coming on"
They chatted few minutes longer
while l looked about the room. Then
Mr.. Longworth bowed himself away,
after expressing the hope that now
we had found our way he should see
us here often.
said nothing as Bob was busy with
the waiter. He had no sooner finished
with the order however than he ex-
claimed:
eff there isn't Dick Hartnett!" and
he motioned.
[ hadn t time to object before he
was presenting me to dark man with
a high forehead, and piercing black
eyes. To my cbagrin Bob asked him to
sit down and dine with us.
Excuse me tonight, old boy! L
have a bunch with me. Oome other time
tho. Its good to see you back, Bob,
we we missed you down in the village,
and once more we were alone.
Perhaps you may think it queer that
| knew nothing of these old New York
places. But many New York girls liv-
ING up town whose parents are in the
same moderate circumstances as were
mine know nothing of the gay life OF
the city; of the lobster palaces of
n Dnbn
old Greenwich Village. Had Bob not
been mourning his mother when court
ing me he would probably have taken
me to these places he had evidently
been so familiar with before her death.
But altho / had frequently heard OF
Village, 1 supposed it simp-
ly an old almost unused portion of
New York. That it was the abode OF
many of Bob IS friends l had no idea.
"Well, l am disappinted!' L ex-
,laimed, 81 thought we were coming
to a nice quiet, old place, instead of
this kind of a restaurant.
But You like it, don't youF' Bob
asked eagerly. alt is a treat to meet
men like Longworth and Hartnett, and
here's Brooke. Hunter Brooke over
here, the critic on the News, a charm |
no fellowl III call him overl I"
HYou'n do no such thingl" 1 ex-
,laimed, but too late. The man Bob
iad said was a critic was already on
lis wav toward us.
$50 glad to meet you, Mrs. Gar
.etti'' he said then Immediately turn
"a to Bob and they began talking of
his and that celebrity, or what they |
ermed as such. "There's Kittie Jor-
Ion over therel isn't she wonderful! |
hat daughter of hers will be good
ooker too when she gets over the flap
,er age"
'sShe certainly will" Bob answered.
Then, "Who else is here tonight Mrs.
Garrett, altho a New Yorker, never
las been here before. should like her
% meet the boys.
''Roger Thompson is in the next
.oom. y
ssI have r~rt Mr.. Thompson, l said |
srigidly, ready to cry at the way my
evening was turning out. Then as he |
finally left us 1 said to Bob: "Please |
ct us have our dinner and please do
sot introduce me to any more of those
nen. do not care in the least to meet /
hem, nor others of heir sort. -
.Tomorrow-The end of the EVENING" |
has been in Washington for the past ten