El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1911-04-24
The Herald's
Daily Shert Sterv
A Man With 20 Tongues
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change of management on the obese
Mr. Tolla"
On the morrow, therefore. at lunch
time, Martin strolled slowly down war
! dour street. And presently Mr.. Tolla
an ingratiating smile on his fat face
same across to him.
You lunch yesterday at Tolla's res
taurant. yes?'' he said To-day you
| try the Liberty restaurant Everything
much cheaper, everything much more
| nicer. No good-a-de food at Tolla's,
he said, with a nose-wrinkle Of disgust
You try de Liberty, sare. Vunce come
vunce, and you always come always.
| Yes"
Martin allow ed himself to be escorted
| into the Liberty restaurant. The place
was fairly full, but there remained va
cant table which, situated half way
| down the room, suited his purpose Well
He gave an order and then glanced
! about him. He noted with ,sat isfaction
that the food was served from the low
er floor by means of a small lift. and
that it was down the. shaft of this lift
that the walters shouted their orders
and instructions.
May as well get to business"
| thought the Man with Twenty Ton
CUES. and without more delay he con-
trived an excellent imitation Of a cats
mewing.
1t was an arresting noise. and the
customers involuntarily stopped eating
to listen to the outcry. Louder end
louder the cateTwauling. All heads
were turned in the direction Of the
lift shaft, where the yowling was ap-
parently proceeding.
Then suddenly it ceased.
There" exclaimed a Disguised voice,
which no one associated with Martin.
She's got away. BIoomin' well es-
capped And where we're going to get
game-pie from now 1 don't know"
There was a pause of real consterna-
ton. Customer eyed customer in wax
ing alarm. One man who was partak-
left the restaurant. Another who had
ordered the same fare hurriedly chang
ed it to cheese and a cup of coffee.
Someone ave lark with me-" ex-
claimed Mr.. Tolla. DE cook. e was
drunk-a,"
He rushed to the lift shaft and shout
ed down it in his native language.
"All right, Gully" said q voice, which
seemed to come in reply to his yigor-
Gus outburst. You can tell 'em 1 was
only joking if you like. But, lumme,
they must be fools il they believe you
Hastily the portly Tolla shut the
shaft door and vanished down stairs
to make inquiries. He returned after
a while manifestly perplexed. One of
the walters opened the lift door TO
shout an order.
Roast beef-yun," yelled the waiter.
And dont-a cut de best bits. 1t
isn't for a regular customer" Martin
added, initiating the walters voice.
Look mere, waiter" began an eld-
erly man, rising wrathfully.
came voice which sounded like Mr.
Tolla's.
Waiter" said the elderly man. re-
pressing himself with an effort, you
can sountermand that order. I'll just
step across the way and lunch there
instead"
Martin, with some satisfaction, watch
ed him leave the shop and cross to
Mr. Smiths establishment.
Volts the matter?" asked Mr.. Tolla,
coming out Of his musings. IVY he
go? My bes' customer, too
But ere the Hurried waiter could re-
turn an answer, a voice in the neigh
borhood of the lift shaft claimed at
tention.
Hi. tell the boss there'll be no more
soup" shouted the voice imperatively,
until there's some more plates come /
down to be washed"
That was the entire statement, but |
1t appeared to cause intense interest. |
Those customers who were taking soup, |
put down their spoons and smacked |
their lips with critical apprehension
What does he mean" some Of them |
asked returning to Mr.. Tolla
Il go see promised Mr.. Tolla, and |
returned to the ground floor for a |
second time. They heard his voice |
up the lift shaft in tones Of |
extreme anger. They heard an unseen |
employe answering, alphabetically at |
first, but later with warmth.
Then suddenly the door leading to |
the lower floor flew open. and an angry |
figure stalked Through the restaurant,
follower by the expostulating Mr. ToIla.
No good your taking" declares the
angry figure, decisively, "I won't stop
another minute in your blessed show.
Got the cheek to come down there and
tell me I'm drunk. Why, for two pins
He turned and made menacing ges-
ture. The bulky Mr.. Tolla stepped
back in alarm. colliding with a waiter
who carried a laden tray. Two portions
OF chicken, plate of mutton, guam
tlty of vegetables, two glasses of beer
and dish of custard distributed them
selves impartially over four customers
seated behind the waiter
AHoA IL0I6 was CONFUSION and up !
roar Four voices as one, angrily be-
sought Mr. TOlla to look at the dam
age which had been done to clothes;
four voices as one demanded instant
and satisfactory compensation.
And in the end, Mr. Tolla paid a re-
luctant visit to his till. and met the
claims OF his. food sodden guests.
And mind you. we shan't come here
again. they said, on leaving. Wen
90 to that place across the way
Mr.. Tolla miserably watched them
depart, followed by the cook.
"Vot 1 do now?" he asked the empty
air. My chef have gone vot you call
1unky doodle I ave to cook myself-a,
lat's ALL
He disappeared to the neither region
# the establishment
Everything is really going very
nicely" said Martin to himself, with
smile. Now that Mr.. Tolla has gone
% cook himself, we must have a rev
udicious utterances of his voice"
A moment later he threw his voice
n the direction of the shaft.
Dere, said a voice, exactly mimick-
ng Mr. Tolla's. Il drop-a dat chop on
he floor. But de gentleman Won't