New-York tribune., 1910-05-22
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR JUNE 20. 1910

turned into the entrance. From behind the desk in
the lobby aSyoung with del1cately waxed mus
tache superimposed upon ingratiatlng 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't speak
English either? he remarked queStion1ngly.
The amiable young mans eyebrows disappeared
into his hair and the smile W1dened- Pdfd0HflfS-
uloi?" he quelied
I'D have bet eight dollars you didn't" Mr..
Smith continued in calm resignation Wen, any
how, 1 want room-a roonl- Are you next: And
bath-a washee- -washee place. And meals
food eats Do you get it,"
The clerk shrugged his shoulders and bowed and
scraped and smiled These Americans! Oh. Ia la!
They are that droll! The smile wavered little un-
der the steady scrutiny of Mr. Smiths stra ght
staring eyes; for he was 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
Vaudeville Clarkea He isn't stopping heree"
''On'es1-ee que eesf?" queried the clerk
w Mandeville Clarke Mr. Smith repeated dis
name on it, then passed 1t to the clerk w. Mande-
vile Clarkel"
"OnI ~ CIarke!" the clerk burst forth raptur-
ously. Here something he could lay his tongue
tol M Cldrket imvcaine!"
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 man named Clarke
M Clarke! Oni, oni!' The clerk chung tena-
Mr. Smith leaned over pulled the slip of paper
from the clerks reluctant fingers, tore it into four
pieces and dropped them to the floor Forget IT.
he advised. 81 wanted to know if Clarke stop
ping here and | stand fine young chance of ever
finding out from you, And understand, my
name ism Clarke: my name is John Smith. Gimme
that bookI'
He jerked the register from beneath the hand of
the astonished clerk and signed his in it with
large flourish lust like the assistant paying teller of
bank in Passaic, New Jersey
Now never mind Mr.. Clarke he told the clerk.
We'll fight that out tomorrow. The thing / most
want in the world is roOm-a with four walls
pillow of his two hands, laid his weary head ON it,
closed his eyes, and snored.
The clerk beamed his delight. ''S0BfUeiU Oni!"
he exclaimed.
If that sleep, you're on Mr.. Smith
agreed with sigh of satisfaction Now, eats!'
fork and rubbed his stomach with fegned delight.
HaHgni OHi.. .0Hit' There was the light of
perfect understanding in the clerks eyes
Now, son, you're showing symptoms of human
intelligence" Mr.. Smith remarked adrniringly- And
a bath-a swm-the Big Splash. Are you
hep"
Whereupon Mr.. Smith aved his face and hands in
the ambient air and splashed it all over the shop
after which he dried himself The little clerk de-
lighted Monsieur artist There nothing
better in the FoeS- Bergarel In other words the
great Coquen himself wasn't deuce hight
"Bdignerf' he elucdated 'Oni onit'
And So five minutes later Mr. Smith found him
self safely bestowed in a clean, sweet room five
flights up surrounded by his suitcase Then came a
small waiter with large tray of food, and coll
lar, sans coat, Mr. Smith himself FIJI long felt
want. He did we'll
CHAPTER III.
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