Anne Warner

“ Places where I cannot go, she goes, so we can know every person and know just what they need. I have a bed in ever so many hospitals and a long list of dear sick or unhappy people in almost every place we stay. It keeps me from thinking of my own life—it teaches me that sorrow is not mine alone.”
She paused for a minute and then went on in a brighter tone, “But the cradle is not exactly charity. You see, they ran away—Sophie and her lieutenant—and were married, and the parents declare they will not forgive them—but, of course, they will. ”

“ The Cradle
BY ANNE WARNER
He was sitting at one of the tiny tables in the Ritz, just because he had been “over” long enough to have acquired the tea-habit, and to be beset with a thirst that only tea would satisfy as soon as “feef o'clock” came to time each day. Sometimes he fulfilled his craving in the Bois, or at the Palais, or in one of the many private salons where he was persona grata, but when he was near he liked the Ritz—because—because—oh, because the Ritz is the Ritz and has an atmosphere apart and individual. ”

“ He was getting up and dragging his chair across towards her. He did not seem to remember the usages of society in that minute—he remembered only the wonderful sweetness and courage that the wee little thing had shown at that long-ago wedding, when she had taken the vow to be a widow at once with the vow to be a wife.
“You remember me?—Davis, you know! I was at your—at Dick's—” he stopped short, but her hand was put forth and her eyes (gray, too) were smiling. ”

“ They have a cunning apartment and a bonne and tout cela, only poor Sophie feels it is almost scandalous that she cannot have real lace on every little thing she is making, and so I have promised that the cradle at least shall be suitable for one whose grandpapas are a baron and a general. ”