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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 26, 1912)
8 If 7he ee' SILK HAT HARRY'S DIVORCE SUIT JBM1;Sgffler and Deceny" Draw;n for "SVZ- QOWaroo )Hw:i-rl Y Xi anc.. I I ? I - - iT Married Life the Third Year Mabel Herbert Urncr Tolls of Waiter's Service Jly AIAHKL IIUKHKltT UHNKR. The placo wan crowded, People wore waiting In the hall and about the door. "Well, thore's no chance hrrv that's plain," grumbled Warren, as lie pushed lid way through tho crowd at the en trance. "Perhapa If we'd wait a few mo ment," ventured Helon. 'With all theso jieople ahead of us? "Woll, I guess not1 "We don't wait for tables anywhere. Too many restau rants In New York to stand around wnltlne for a chanco to spend 30 ur money." "Oh. Isn't that licad waiter beckon ing to us nowT ex claimed llolon. "Loqk, doesn't he W ' ! mean us?" Warren, who had turned toward the door, paused and glanced back. The head waiter was plainly making his way toward thi'tn. "Table for two? Tcs, sir, Just this way." Ho led thmn to a smnll table, one of the most desirable. In tho room. Tho turned up chairs proclaimed It had been reserved. Ho seated them with a flourish, placed the menu cards boforo them, shook out their napkins, then beckoned to an omnibus, who rushed up to serve them with tumblers of cracked Ice and Indi vidual butters. "Why, dear, this Is wonderful!" wills pered Helen, as the lirod waiter moved nway. "There were a lot of people wait ing before us. How did he happen to give us this tablor "Think that waiter knows me. Must have waited on me somewhere, but I tan't Just place him." "Oh, then, that explains It," conscious of a feeling of pride that Warren should be so well known as to receive such spe cial attention. Here the head waiter came up again to take their order. "How would you like the regular din tier, sir? It's very nice this evening-." "Why, yes; we might try this,"' Warren was scanning the card. "A cocktuil first, sir?" taking our his pad to wrlto down the order. "Two Dry Martinis, and have them dry." "Yes, sir. Grape fruit, Uttle neck clama or bluo points?" Warren save tho order as fan down as tho ruaat, and as tho head waiter hurried off lie glancod after him, plainly trying" to place him. "Wish I could remember where that tellow waited on me. It may have been at some club. I'm suro he known me." 'Oh. yes: ho mUst,'.' agreed Helen, much impressed with tho attention they wrro receiving-. "Well, we'll ttet Rood service at this dinner all right. I to' a going to look out jor us, mars piaw. Ann that means a, whole lot nt a place like this on a Eaturday night." And they did Ket good service. The head waiter had evidently instructed their waiter to serve them Promptly, for although they had taken their seats Ionic after a couple at an adjoining table, they were having tbeir soup whllo the other rouple were still waiting for thejr oysters. 'Not a bad P&cffi commented War- he lootwSjuny$'We must ren, as ne iooHuai-ou come here Reh3mSqms ot Maggie's evenings off. They'vaCre'deoorated, too color scheme Is good, .'and those are ex pensive chandeliers, Quess they must be doing a pretty good business here. Helen remerobert-d Uiat.they had dined ntsre last year, ana warren had found fault with everything. Nothing had ben right; he had complained of the food. tho service verythlng But then there ha1 been another head waiter and he had received no special consideration. Una could not help but think what difference a little extra attention made. There was a three-piece orchestra on a platform at the end of the room, and rpw tr pallid, dyspnpUo-looktng youth In r-f -eyerilng suit and white - spats coma iui- f bean to sing, "When I Get Tou Xtas Tonight" '- " ' .When he came to )h chorus h waved) lit hnd In a general invitation for all W JOTM. "Not a had vole," said Warren, as h applauded with the rest. Yet Warren waa usually so scathingly critical of such things, declaring be wHil rather eat his meals In quiet peace than in the din of such performances. Bveryiklmf atl riatot. sir?" I gf&j f r STAMP BACK A I I Warren's Anger as He Finds Due to Mistake. It to the head waiter, who had again approached with solicitous concern. "Very nice, very nice," Warren de clared, Hefore he passed on, ho filled up tt'elr water glasses, a needless attontlon, for tlmy were already nearly full. "Funny, I can't plnco that man." frowned Warren. "Think he must havn been down at tho Winchester Country club. They had some mighty good waiters there." Helen was always much Impressed with Warren's rlub connections. Tho Win chester County club had a particularly affluent sound and she knew he had been a member there before their marriage. Llko most women she Imagined thnt nicn'H clulxi were far more exclusive than they ever are. The waiter caroo up now, cleared away their cntrco dlshos and stood attentive. "Hoast duck, broiled spring chicken, Phlldolphla capon, squab en casserole," read Warren from the card. "What do you want? Jlrolled chicken?" "No, dear, I think I'll try tho squab." "One squab and ono itortton of rwaat duck," announced "Warren. With surprising promptns the waiter was back again with their order, The couple at tlto next table, who had been there before they came, were now wait ing for their empty oystel" shells to bo removed. "Now this Is what I cal good service,'1 deolared Warren. "Worth whllo to stand In with the hcod waiter, eh? What's Uio matter?"' as Helen tasted her squab crit ically, and then pushed It aside. "Dear, I don't think that's quite right." "Quite right? What's tho matter with itr "Why. It's strong. U doesn't seem quite fresh." . "Nonsense. Tou're never satisfied un less you're finding fault. Now for' heaven's sake don't begin that here. This Is u good dinner and first-class service, What else do you want?" Helen said no more and made a pre tense at eating the squab. It was un questionably a- little strong. To her tho whole dinner had seemed expectloually poor, yet Warren had not made a single criticism. Tho marked deference of the head waiter and the fact that they had been singled out ,Vr such special atten tion had so appealed to his vanity, that he had carefully rofralncd from com menting on tho food. "Oil, look, dear, Isn't she curious? And that dress! Do you suppose bIio thinks that's becoming?" Warren shrugged his shoulder with a tolerant air. "Oh, I guess she wants something to attract attention. That's part of her Job." Helen gused at the young woman who was -now prancing up and down the plat form singing. "That's How I Need Tou.-' Her dress was of yellow satin, with cheaii silver loco and the effect was tawdry and stagy. Her heavy black lialr whs drawn low over her forehead with bands of yellow ribbon, At any other time Warren would have ridiculed her unmercifully, but now his only comment was: "Oh. they've got to have all kinds at a place like this. And she's attractive to u certain claks. Hhe has a certain per ronallty." "More butter, sir?" and the waiter. who had been hovering alertlvsly In the background, quickly brought a fresh square of butter embedded In cracked Ice. I , Whci the last course had been served.' and they were sipping their coffee, the head waiter came up once more. "W e, don't see you In for luncheon, sir. as often as we used to." Warren stared. "Kor luncheon?" he re peated a putsled tone. "Why. yes, sir," looking at him curl- outly. "Aren't you the gentleman who reserves a table here even day with t Mr. Forbes?" i Warren shook his head. "Tou're mis-1 taken there. I dor't remember ever being here for luncheon. "Oh. I beg your pardon, sir." and the head waiter hastily retreated. Helen fumbled nervously with her nap kin, avoiding Warren's glance. 80 all this attention and extra courtesy that had flattered Warren and Impressed her, had been due only to the fact that he re sembled a man who had come there regu larly for luncheon. IiCt'a get out where we can get some air." snapped Warren. 'The smoke In here Is thick enough to out. They ousht to have Mime way to ventilate a place like this." And Helen, who for once u the humor of the situation, had to bite her lips Into steadiness. THE BEE: OMATIA, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 26, 1912. np faga i rp p)a THE TRACK WAS FAST THE" WESE5 VYfaE AT THE" QUACTEt MILE. A10 STILL GOING Li CATTY- r-ns . -J- H. a tjt m on.ll. IIZIKLE THfc MILLON TO OHB- FAVORITE WAS A GOOD HAO Iti THE LCAfy AHD TOOK Ofi A FINAL SPURT OH THE 0M 5TRBTTCH. SUftOtHLY. HE JUMPED ONTO HIS Hi HO LEGS. PAWED THE ATMOSPWaeE, AMD SHORTED IFH HAS A 7WC05AMD DOUARS WORTH OF PLUMES ONONIS 000 IS O 'AVE A'EART, 'ORATJO, Is the Price Mrs. lly UOUOT1IV DIX The erstwhile soldier of fortune was a man. The present soldier of fortune Is a woman, lit former timet the poor, but bold spirited youth belted 011 liU sword and started out In search of ad venture. Nowadays the poor but prett girl pins on her best hat and fares forth In search of pearl necklaces, and sump tuous raiment, and millionaires, and things. The rVArUgaim of yesterday nr the Rvelyn Nesblts, tho I.UIIun-but why men tion names? You can think of n scoro of Miss Nobodies of Nowhere, who frl on skimmed milk one day, and cham pagne the next, and whose faces ha.i ben the fortunes that tley have cashed In at a figure to make a Wall street trust organiser die of sheer envy. The tatest recruit to this gay company of feminine soldiers of fortune Is Mr Marie Van Renslmer Barnes-or Croel, or whatever her proper emblements may be, who Is reported to have shot Walter da Mumm, tho well-known French sporto man and to have been kicked, and beaten, and wounded Inturn by him. The story of lira Barnes Is the story of a modem Cinderella, who plays the part of her own fairy godmother, and does tho magician act of chanting her own pumpkin Into an auomoblla hrself. As the tale goes. Marie van Ttenslraer, then plain Man" Jano as to name, b extraordinarily pretty of faco' and lis some of figure. li the daughter of the traditionally honest but BumVe rarentn. She halls from Pennsylvania, he rtatr of good spenders, where aha beva:no early Imbued wilh tho Importance of having money to throw at the birdies. Also, that If we wish to get anywhere In this world IrlLM WHY DOES . THE 20UCHQ OCE-AM 6rYftfEfc MOSS? G&tlTLEMCN BE 5EATED TA-RA-RA- RA , "iyMBo -"MisrAH r;stus, do you knowde diit'uhce TWEErtf A WOMAN. AN UMOCELl AjTf Art" A STAGE DOOR. IN A VAUDE VILLE THEATRE?" f?ASTUS-,,Nq TAHBUL WHAT AM DE DIFF'UrtCE?" TAMD0-Y0U CAM SHLTTOPAri UMBJ2ELLA. HAW-HAW EASTRIS-" BUT, WHAT ABOUT THE STAGE Doo,?" frAMBO-WHY, DAT '3 WHEKE DE FUH COMES IN," Si r r 7M , TGE. e oit VP r ' DESCENDANT. Creel .Will Have to MRS. MAIM! It's up to us to get a move on ourselves. Acting on .this principle Mury Jane, from henceforth no more Mary Jane but Marie, left the paternal root and ob tained a position as a waitress In a res- f 'iliPsS. CV This picture, taken at the St. Louis ' MARNES-CREKL. I THE STREET COeWETC. BPIELEtt WAStDLIVRiriG A SHOULDER. BLOW SPEECH ANEIft THE WR0rfG6 COMMITTED AGAINST ' POOfe DCtoH-TfZODPEH PROLETmiKT. WHEN HE HAD FINISHED, HE AHNOOHCED THAT HE WOULD AN5WEE qUESTJOliSl mym.LirHEft, CHlRPEp A PEST, IP A'LOQ FL0KTIH6 HlD'OCEAti MET OP WW A IH tlNBZ. WOOU) THE . L06-a00K PASSAE.r, YSAAK VJILL. H0.W flDDLE,A hc?atT- STtHGiN ' YER BEAU J' Pay Worth It? This picture, taken at the St. Louis aviation me?t In 1910. shows the young French millionaire. Beside him Is Miss UurWe, tho actress, whn happened to be In the group. taurant, where her good looks soon at tracted much attention. At the age of 13 she says she. married a wealthy Baltl-' morean by the ' name of David. Barnes. He avers that he was already married at the time, and couldn't and didn't marry her, but let this slight discrepancy In statements pass. Suffice It to say, thtt Mrs, Mar Van Renstmer Barnes was no longer com pelled to r.stle short orders for a living, but walked In silk attire, and put up at the smartest hotels. In New York and Paris, and had European trips, and diamond dog collars, and all the other necesJltlea of life. Nor did she forget the old folks at home. She matie them comfortable, and they tell, with tears In their qyes, of how smart Mary Jane Is, and that she possesses tlTS.OO) worth of Jewels. Two years ago she married George H. Creel, Jr. wh.o. Is reported to bo a wealthy Chilian, whom she met abroad. She said of him that u addition to being the handsomest man -alive, he has such beautiful liands and feet, t and that he wan the sweotest, beet man In the world, and had lots of money." Notwithstanding this unusual combina tion of charms, the couple did not get ulong well together, and a year ago Mrs. Creel went to Paris In order to obtain a dlvorco from the Chilian. The rift In the lute was supposed to Getting Ready to Be Blind When W. I. Ptandlln realized tho full force of the speclallit's verdict In his case, I, c, that he was going blind, he hcii mid there made up his mind .that repining was not to forrii any part of h'.s conduct. He had been a good business man, a good writer, and n good friend all his life, and so he bravely roiolved thnt If he was to be blind he was going to bo tho very best specimen of a blind man that it would be possible for him to be. True, he received the sympathy of his wife and children; but It was not the kind o! sympathy thai spends ltrelf In words, for Tils wife, who had been his good comrade ever since they started In life together, also resolved bravply to bo that good comrade still, to go hand In hand, to keep step with him In' the dark clays to come. Naturally, his first thought' was of his family What could he do as a blind man, not only to support himself, but support them as well? That his children were grown and might be expected to look to themselves never entered his head. He had always provided for them and he meant to keep on, doing to. Ho began assiduously to cultlvato such arts as may bo pursued by those who are without Bight. For Instance. It occurred to him that he might become a lecturer, and so ho proceeded to wrlto out and to memor ize a series of lectures to be delivered have been Walter de Mumm. who ha, I been staying at tho same hotel In Now York that Mis. Creel did, and who. pfter her return to Paris, was seen con tinually in her company. Then began tho old, old story that al wnyn ends In the same old way. Walter do Mumm wus Infatuated with the beau tiful young American, and she was In sanely Jealous of him, as women always, uro nt the men on whom they have only the tenuous hold of the amotions. Thaw were frequent quarrels, between tho two, lu which the woman, who knew not the meaning of the word gey-control, gavo freo rein to her tongue. After such stormy scenes they would part, but nl ways her fascination was strong enough to draw him back to her. Mrs. Croel. or Barpes. as she prefers to be called, lived In her sumptuous apart ment in the uliftocratlc quarter near t'm Avenue ilu Bols du Boulogne, and wore ' her gorgcors clothes and Jewels apd went tbe mad pace of her kind In Paris, and Wfllter iK' Mumm danced attendance upon her. But an influence,, puissant beyond un derstanding almost In this country, was working ngalnst her. R was the family which Is nil-powerful In France. Walter de Mumm's family made him under stand that he niqst break with the pretty American, and he told her that he would obey and that the affair must nnd. Beside;, he had grown tired of her, tired of her temper, her whims and caprices-. His passion had burped Itself out. The novelty had worn off of the new toy. The gill had rubbed off of the gingerbread. The chiffons that had dressed up the romanco fco alluringly were In rags and tatters. It is easy to listen to tho ruge counsel of one's family when It Jumps. with one's own Inclina tions. So Do Mumm told Mrs. Barnes lhaX tjsey -must part, and they went out to gether for ono lart farewell pleaeuiing. De Mumm nays that they drowned tho sorrow of their parting In overmuch champagne. They returned to Mre. Barnes' apartment, and, whan he at tempted to leave, she fell Into a fit o! Weplng the maudlin tears of a halt drunken woman. Then there was the shiirp report of a, Pistol 'thnt awakened the neighbors, nnd much hurrying to and fro of excited LcrVHiits, and mysterious people In closed tuxlcubs. Both De Mumm and Mri. Barncx appear to have been wounded, but Just what happened no one knows but themselves, and they tell diametrically opposite stories. Mrs. Barnes says that De Mumm beat her and knocked her down and kicked her, and that she only shot him In order to save her lite. De Mumm declares that ho did not strike the woman at all, but that, when ho told her ho was going to leave her she seized the plstpl and fired twice at him. and that In wresting the revolver from her he may have possibly been u little rough, nothing more. Both De Mumm and Mrs. Barnes have been hidden away until they recover. Neither was seriously hurt, and so, after tho nine days' gossip has spent Itself, the affair will pass Into the chronicles of scandles of our times to be dug up when the next adventure of this modern soldier of fortune brings her Into the limelight again. Quite the utuol story of such affairs, with the usual ending, isn't It? The woman who has made herself the play thing of the passions of men kicked aside and broken when the man has tired of e The Bee by Tad THE TDV 6 OVERS -rlr- H CtT CihltZ. after ho became blind. He had been an enthusiast in photography, so ho pro ceeded to mnko a set of lantern slides with which to lllUBtrate-each lecture, and for practice ho gave these lectures In the privacy of his own home, his bravo wife learning them with him, ono by one, so that she too might help hlni In the com ing darkness. He also took lesions 011 the typewriter, learning every pait of It with his hands ho that one day ho might be able to manipulate any part of It without sight, speaking of this period he said rcccptly: "When I found that darkness was In evitable. I started In to work up three Illustrated lectures. I had been fond of photography, and I had a lot of prints showing phases of tho United States llfe cavlng service. Then I worked up a lec ture on 'Photography In Its Relation to tho World' that Is to say, its everyday use Illustrated by seventy or eighty slides. I still had another lecture de scribing the postal service. I started tn to learn these slides In regular order, so that today I have a number of lectures with seventy or eighty slides each. I can now start in on nny of them, talk over an hour nnd a quarter without a break, nnd If my operator makes no slip, 1 can guarantee to make 110 slip myself. Christian Herald. hers It always happens. It's the unfall. lug rule ot tho game. Maybe it Is Marie Van Renslmer's body that Is bruised and sore, and hurt by her brutal lover. Maybe It's her heart that Is wounded beyond all heal ing, but as she lies In her bed of pain, thanking God she Is not a murdered, one would like to know how she audita her little account with life. Does tho life of adventure pay for a wnrnln? It's a far cry from tho little Pennsylvania waitress, In her poverty, her cheap black dress and white opron of servitude, to the elegance of the fash ionable Avenue du Bols de Boulogne, with her hoiid-cmbroldered lingerie, her motors ond silks nnd furs and her fortune In Jewels: but does she think now that they arc worth the price she has paid for them? It Is gay In Paris. It was dull In the little Pcnnhwlvanla town. Does she wish that sho had not fared forth in search nt ndventure, but had stayed at home' Would It bo bettor to have some hon?st working man's face looking across tin breakfast table ot her, with respect In his eyes, than to have tho leering gaze of the sort of men who give wome 1 diamonds when they are pleased with them and beat them when they are angry? Ill old times the soldiers ot fortune who went forth so gayly nnd so hope fully In their youth often returned home In tholr nge worn, disappointed old men with nothing to show but their scars. This Is tho way that the femlnlnj soldier of fortune almost always comes back. She haa her little hour of pleasuro and triumph, and then sho'comes home, brokcp and beaten by the world sho has Ucflfd. It Is a gay life, but n short one. And It's end Is tears. Tuck Him In I Mother, if ho coughs. Don't igive him a sickening "cough I syrup" hut let him Ifcve aa I much as the teaspoon will hold. More in the morning, and so on three times a day until cough and soreness in the throat are gone and continue a little longer.s Children love Ozomulslon It makes them fat and strong. Will You Not Glv Your Little One a Chancn? ' II os. ALL DRUGGISTS 8 oi Plump brown bottle with S oz. sample free Jf you write to Ozomulslon? Hi Pearl St, New Torlc