New-York tribune., 1910-06-26
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR JUNE 20. 1910

turned into the entrance. From behind the desk in
the lobby asyoung man with decately waXed mus
tache superimposed upon an 1ngratat1ng smile,
greeted him. Mr. Smith, wholly absorbed IN the
things he was remembering glared at the young man
with a cold CLINT of steel in his eyes.
Something tells me- son, that you don speak
English either? he remarked questioningly.
The amiab1e young mans eyebrows disappeared
into his hair, and the smile widened "Pard0H'leS-
U0f?" he que1led
I'D have bet eight dollars you didn't" Mr..
Smith continued in calm resignation Wen any,
how, want room-a room. Are you next: And
a bath-a washee-washee place And meals
food, eats. Do you get 1t
The clerk shrugged his shoulders and bowed and
They are that droll The smile wavered little un-
der the steady scrutiny of Mr.. Smiths stra ght
staring eyes; for he thinking of other things.
things that came to him afresh with the words Rue
Bonaparte.''
BY the way, do you happen to know the name
". Mandevile Clarke3 Mr. Smith continued; =, W.
Ma2deye claFke3 He nsd isn't dt4Ppng }Pp nsr heres
w Vaudeville C1arkes' Mr.. Smith repeated dis
tincty He picked up a slip of paper and wrote the
name on it, then passed 1t to the clerk W Mande-
Vile Clarke!'
'.Onn N. CLarke!' the clerk burst forth raptur-
ously. Here was something he could lay his tongue
tol N. Clarke! -iMericainel"
You don't know any more what I'm talking
about than a jaybird" Mr.. Smith declared unemo-
tionally. My name isn't Clarke; my name is John
Smith I'm looking for named Clarke
M Clarke! O1G, onil' The clerk chung tena-
ciously to the thing he understood.
Mr.. Smith leaned over pulled the slip of paper
from the clerk reluctant fingers tore it into four
pieces, and dropped them to the floor. Forget it,!
he advised. L wanted to know if Clarke stop
ping here and | stand fine young chance of ever
finding out from YOU SON. And, understand.
name isn't Clarke; my name IS ohm Smith Gimme
that bookr'
He jerked the register from beneath the hand of
the astonished clerk and signed his in it with
large flourish Just like the assistant paying teller of
a bank in Passac, New Jersey
Now never mind Mr. Clarke" he told the TX.
Well fight that out tomorrow. The thing | most
want in the world is a room with four walls
and bed in it-a bed-sleep." Mr. Smith made
a pillow of his two hands laid his weary head it,
closed his eyes, and snOred.
The clerk beamed his delight. ',SommeW Onit"
he exclaimed.
If that means sleep, you're on Mr.. Smith
agreed with sigh of satisfaction. Now, eats!'
He dexterously applied imaginary knife and
fork and rubbed his stomach with feigned delight
"MdHger! Oni. Oln!' There the light of
perfect understanding in the clerks eyes.
Now, son, you re showing symptoms of human
intelligence, Mr.. Smith remarked admiringly. And
bath-a swin-the Big Splash. Are you
hep"
Whereupon Mr. Smith laved his face and hands in
the ambient air and splashed it all the shop
after which he dried himself, The little clerk de
lighted. Monsieur artist There nothing
better in the Foes- Bergere! In other words the
great Coquelin himself wasn't deuce high!
"Bdigner!' he eucidated. "Oui onit''
And so, FIVE minutes later Mr.. Smith found him
self safely bestowed in clean sweet five
flights up, surrounded by his suitcase. Then came
small waiter with large trav of food and COL
lar sans coat Mr. Smith set himself to fill long felt
want. He did we'll
CHAPTER Ill.