The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1919-04-11
CHAPTER II.
The First WaWarer Lays His Pack
Aside and Falls in With Friends

The little hall in which he found
himself was the "office" through which
all men must pass who come as guests
to Harris Tavern. A steep, angular
staircase took up one end of the room.
Set in beneath its upper turn was the
counter over which the business Of the
house was transacted, and behind this
man was engaged in the peaceful
occupation of smoking a corncob pipe.
An open door TO the right of the
stairway gave entrance to room from
which came the sound of deep, sonO-
rous voice employed in what turned
out TO be conversational solo. To
the left another door led to what was
evidently the dining room. The glance
that the stranger sent in that direction
revealed two or three tables covered
with white cloths.
"Can you put me up for the night?"
he inquired. advancing to the counter.
"You look like a Teller who'd want
a room with bath" drawled the man
plicant from head to foot. (Which We
amt got, he added.
'I'll be satisfied to have room with
a bed" said the other.
"Sign here" was the laconic re-
Spouse.
Can | have supper?'
Food for man and BEAST" said the
other patiently He slapped his palm
upon cracked call bell and then
looked at the fresh name on the page.
Thomas X. Barnes, New York" he
read aloud. He eyed the newcomer
once more. MY name is Jones-Put-
nam Jones. l run this place. My fa-
Their an grandfather run it before me.
Glad to meet you, Mr.. Barnes. We
used to have hostler here named
Barnes. What's your idear fer footin'
it this time o. the Year,
81 do something like this every
spring. A month or six weeks of it
puts me. in fine shape for vacation
later on" supplied Mr.. Barnes whim-
sically.
Mr.. Jones allowed grin to steal
over his scanned face. He reinSerted
the corncob pipe and took a couple of
pulls at it.
81 never been to New York. but 1t
must be heavenly place for a vaca-
lion. if a Teller en- judge by what some
of my present boarders have TO say
about it. It's a sort of play actors
paradise. amt it?"
at is paradise 10 every actor who
happens to be on the road, Mr.. Jones"
said Barnes. slipping his big pack
from his shoulders and letting it slide
to the floor.
Hear that Teller in the taproom
talkin'? Well, he is one of the lead
ing actors in New York-in the world,
for that matter. He's been talkin'
about Broadway for nearly a week
now. steady"
May / inquire what he is doing up
here in the wilds?"
AT present he amt doing anything
except talk Last week he was treddin'
the boards, as he puts it himself. Bust
ed. Up the flue Showed last Satur-
day night in Hornville, eighteen mile
north of here, and Immediately after
the performance him and his whole
troupe started to walk back to New
York, good four hundred mne They
started out the back way of the opery
house and nobody missed 'em till next
mornin' except the sheriff, and he
didn't miss 'em till they'd got over
the county line into our bailiwick
Four of EN- are still stoppin here
just because | amt got the heart to
turn EN- on, ner the spare money to
buy s'eln tickets to New York. Here
comes one of 'em now. Mr.. Dilling-
room eleven and carry his baggage UP