The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1919-07-03

Barnes. What's your idear fer footln'
1t this time o. the Year,"
IL do something like this every
spring. A month or six weeks Of II
puts me In fine shape for vacation
later on" supplied Mr.. Barnes whim-
slcally.
Mr.. Jones allowed a grin to steal
over his scanned face. He reinserted
the corncob pipe and took couple Of
pulls at II.
II never been to New York. but It
must be heavenly place for vaca-
tion, II a feller en- judge by what some
of my present boarders have to say
about II. It's sort Of play actors
paradise, amt itr'
ut 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 II slide
| to the floor.
"Iear that feller in the taproom
talkin'? Well. he is one of the lead
ing actors in New York--n the world
for that matter. He's been talkin'
about Broadway for nearly week
row, steady"
"May / inquire what he is doing up
Lere In the wlldsf"
"At present he amt doing anything
except talk. Last week he was treddin'
the boards, as he puts II himself. Bust
ed. Up the fiue. Showed last Satur-
| dar ptoht tn InrnvitIa atyhtaap ,,,iIo
north of here, and immegiately after
the performance him and his whole
troupe started to walk back to New
York, good four hundred mile. 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 'em are still stoppin' here
just because I amt got the heart to
turn 'em out ner the spare money to
buy 'em tickets to New York. Here
comes one Of 'em now. Mr.. Dilling-
ford, will you show this gentleman to
room eleven and carry his baggage up
fer him? And maybe he'll want q
pitcher Of warm water to wash and
shave In" He turned to the new guest
and smiled apologetically. "We're a
: little short o. help just now, Mr.,
Barnes, and Mr.. Dillingford has kind
ly consented to-"
, my word |" gasped Mr.. Dillingford
staring at the register. someone
from little old New York; My word
. sir. YOU Won't you have a-er-
: little something to drink with me be
fore you"
"He wants something to eat" inter
rupted Mr.. Jones sharply. "Tell Mr.
Bacon to step up TO his room and
take the order"
J said Mr.. Dlllingford genially. Jus
climb up the elevator, Mr.. Barnes. W.
do this to get up an appetite. Wher
did you leave New York;"
! Taking up lighted kerosene lamT
{ and the heavy pack. Mr.. Clarence Dil
lingford led the way up the stairs
He was chubby individual Of indefi
: mite age. At glance you would have
I said he was under twenty-one; a sec
: ond look would have convinced yol
: that he was nearer forty-one.
Depositing Barnes pack on chai
! In the little bedroom at the end o
the hall upstairs he favored the CUES
with perfectly unnbashed grin.
I'm not doing this to oblige oil
u man Jones, you know. ! won't attemp
to deceive you. I'm working out
daily board bill. Chuck three times
day and bed to sleep in--that's wha
I'm doing 1t for, so don't get 1t int
your head that applied for the job
Let me look at you. want to get
good square peep at a man who ha
q the means to 90 somewhere and yet |
boob enough to come to this gosh
awful place Of his own free will an'
accord. Darn 1t. you look Intelligent
!. / don't get you ut all. What's the mat
e ter? Are you fugitive from justice3