“Yes,” replied Ethel, who happened to be standing nearest to the door. “I am sorry that there are no vacant tables this minute, but if you will be kind enough to wait in the rest-room, we will try to serve you as soon as possible.”
“I am sure your supper would be delicious,” replied the man, courteously, still in the same distinct tone; “but I came for another purpose than for food. I am the Chief Dry Agent in the city.”
“Yes,” said Ethel, trembling in spite of herself.
“And who is your superior officer?” continued the official.
“Miss Wilkinson,” replied Ethel, as Marjorie came forward.
“Then, Miss Wilkinson, I want to tell you that I am here to congratulate your troop for catching a notorious boot-legger, who has been baffling the police for some time. In recognition of this service, we beg to present you with a written vote of thanks, bearing the seal of our department beneath the signature. You girls have not only performed a noteworthy service for the locality, but you have aided in the enforcement of an important Federal law. Because of your courage and perseverance, prohibition is one step nearer to becoming an established fact.”
Amid the applause that followed from every corner of the tea-room as Marjorie graciously accepted the tribute, the joyous shouts of their staunch comrades in the kitchen could be heard—those untiring helpers who had worked so loyally all summer—that splendid band of boys, led by John Hadley and his assistant, Jack Wilkinson!
THE END