The Washington herald., 1917-04-23

slices Of toast stacked up by his salt
cellar. Tn not wasting any room
I'm eating steakI"
Here comes the dessert" as after
repeated rounds of steak the waiter
passed the final course-a huge platter
OF thick, paper-frilled lamb chops.
GOOD place for vegetarian
Whats next-roast beef? Can't get
too much of good thing!"
We'll that's enough meat to go on
WITH grinned Warren, when black
coffee finished the dinner. wen try
TO make out until breakfast"
The rest OF the evening they were
entertained by performers from the
cabaret downstairs. A team of Ha-
waiians wriggled through e native
dance. a Japanese-kimonoed girl sang
Poor Butterfly" and a cavernous.
pasty-faced youth deep-throsted a
maudlin Mother ballad.
The party finally broke up with ef-
fusive praise for the dinner and en-
tertainment. Helen was the FIRST to
escape to the dressing room for her
wraps.
She was tired and her head aohed.
Her back sched. too. The camp chairs
had been most uncomfortable, and she
had not asked for a foot-stool.
Warren. impatiently proddinE the
carpet with his stick. was waiting by
the elevator.
Let's walk down." she suggested,
dreading the awkwardness of further
adieus, for the others were now COM
ing out
Some party!" as they went down
the broad stairs. But one dinner like
that goes long way. What's the
matter with you-didn't eat anything?"
"Oh, dear. can't eat just meat-it's
tatoes or salad"
Yes. could've done with q few
spuds myselt-but that wouldn't have
been a beefsteak dinner"
Hair a dozen motors stood before
the, entrance, another reason for
Helen's anxiety to escape. All the
other guests had come in their own
cars or In a taxi. and though knowing
1t was foolish pride. she did not
care to be seen waiting at the corner
for = street car.
Caviar Sandwich with Bermuda
Onion, 2oc," was the aIIurinE sign in
a deIicatessen window a few doors
beyond the restaurant 1t was a par
ticularly clean looking shop and Helen
had an inordinate fondness for caviar.
Dear, do you know I'm really
hungry! I'd love one of those sand
wiches."
Huh? Well you are a fine"
"Oh, know dear, II sounds absurd
but i hardly ate a thing!"
Then we'll go to q restaurant and |
get you something decent" decidedly. |
Mono, I'd rather have a caviar sand |
wich than anything"
with scowling reluctance, Warren |
turned into the delicatessen.
Wrapped or eat II here?" INQUIRED |
the white-coated clerk, when Helen !
asked for the sandwich.
Eat it here" grunted Warren, 'it |
you're that hungry"
To Helen nothing had ever looked !
or tasted quite so delicious as that
prepared onion-garnished, cav
lar sandwich, served on white paper. !
While she fairly gloated over the
rich brown, gluey globules, Warren |
strode about, absently inspecting the
canned goods on the shelves.
A tap on. the glass door It was Mr.. |
Reed-rapping with his cane in guying |
mirth! On the curbing. having walked |
down to their limousine without wait
ing for 1t to draw up in line. were
Mrs. Reed and Mr.. and Mrs. Barclay.
Helen caught Mrs. Barclays indig-
nsnt glance as she stepped into the
car. With scorching humiliation she
realized the enormity of her offense-l
the experimenting of a generous pri-
vate dinner with q delicatessen sand
wich.
Caught with the goodsW grimly
threw down the change. That
queers US with the Barclays"
"oh, didn't dream they'd see u.s."
said Helen wretchedly, as they left the
shop.
Always some fool stunt" banging |
the door with rasping wrath. Think
anybody else would go to a beefsteak
then fill up at a delicates-
sen?"
Il suppose 1t did look dreadful"
20 dear. I'll never"
"oh, yes you will! You're always
something. When II comes
to getting in Dutch-welI, with you,
It's a GIFTp