New Britain herald., 1918-03-05
Why Madgc Decided That Harr, Underwood Night Be Worth
 Helping.

Both Harry Underwood and I were 1 guilty of the gaucherie of half-turn-
 ing toward the table at our left when
 the woman occupying it spoke in so
 scornful a manner to the sad-eyed ! French waitress who had served us so 1 deftly. Of course, we turned back ] again immediately but we could hear i the oft-voicod, startled Interrogation of the girl
 Pardon. madame?'
 ! ''I said,' the womans voice repeat 1 cd with even greater emphasis than 1 before, that 1 always give 10 cents, 1 but 1 shall not give it to YOU 1 There was no answer. In respect full, controlled silence, the girl left her table and went to the front of the room to attend to something for which the manager had summoned her with lifted forefinger. There was a spot of hectic color on either cheek, the only evidence that the scornfui words had hurt her.
 : l was thankful that the voice of the ! other woman, although clear and car i rying enough to reach to our table { hadn't penetrated to any of the other patrons of the restaurant It was a controlled, well modulated voice, and. from the evidence, it's owner had had | 1 her from such an exhibition of ill., breeding.
 I think there was a spot Of color in my own cheeks. for I was thoroughly indignant at the words and tone of tho inconsidorate wcman at the other table. Involuntarily I looked across at Mir. Underwood to find him watching mo with an inscrutablo expression. But there was indignation in his eyes.
 "What will you give me to swear for you?" he asked i've got choice collection of explosives that I think would just suit this occasion.''
 couldn't help but smile at his whimsical tone.
 'I'm afraid that wouldn't do,' I said, but I do wish I could make that woman feel something of the hunliii- alton she has given that poor girl
 Give mo leave, Lady Fair?' he countcred promptly. his black eyes dancing with some sudden inspiration.
 Prudence told me to shake my head, for Harry Tnderwood's inspirations were apt to be startling ones. But | knew the woman at the next table would be gone in another moment or two, and all the impulses of fair play I possessed yearned to sec her pun iShcd.
 What Mir. Underwood Did.
 Yes" I breathed, and at the word MT. Underwood turned in his chair and bcckoned to the waitress, who was just coming back from the front of the room. I saw that she shrank al- most inpcrceptibly as she came up, perhaps dreading another rebuke.
 "I always give 10 cents, my girl,'' Harry Underwood piped in a. Iudicrous falsetto, "but you have given us thun- dering good service, and my little , friend here says you are the most ef ficient waitress she knows, so I'm go- ing to raise the ante
 The girl gasped in astonishment and into her eyes flashed a look of grate- full startled relief. Her voice was al most hystcrical as she stamnered her thanks to MT. Underwood for the bill he handed her with an ostentatious flourish.
 "Oh, thank you; thank you!" she exclaimed
 How It Worked.
 Don't thank me, thank the lady ! here" he said. And just remember ! when you're inclined to doubt it. that there are some women in the world who are well bred and possess gen- . erous instincts"
 ISic NttS th llttSh OL idf'h'N' us. The woman at the next tablc had Snatched up gloves, bag and turs anu was hastening to the front door as II an alarm of fire had just been given. 1 Her cheeks held no small spots of crimson; for from forehead to neck her face was ablaze with a burning flush. She looked neither to the right nor to the left, and my momentary fear that she meant to go to the man. agcr with a recital of her troubles 1 was dspelled by the closing of the | door after her.