The Pulaskian. (Pulaski Heights [Little Rock], Ark.) 1915-1929, 1919-06-06

Barnes. What's your idear fer footiO,
it this time o. the year?"
81 do something like this avau.
spring. A month or six weeks Of !.
puts me in fine shape for gacation
later on" supplied Mr.. Barnes whim
sically.
Mr.. Jones allowed a grin to stAo,
over his scanned face. He reinsertos
the corncob pipe and took couple ~
pulls at it.
81 never been to New York. but .
must be heavenly place Cor Yaca.
ton, if Teller en- judge by what soma
of my present boarders have TO sav
about it. It's sort of play actors
paradise, amt it'll"
at is paradise 10 every actor wbo
happens to be on the road, Mr.. Homes y
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 beea talkiu,
about Broadway for nearly a week
now, steady"
May l inquire what he is doing IN
here in the wilds?"
"At present he amt doing anything
except talk. Last week he was treddID,
the boards, as he puts it himself. Bust
ed. Up the ffue. Showed last Satur
day night in Hornville, eighteea mile
north of here, and immegiatRly after
the performance him and his whole
troupe started to walk back to New
York. good four hundred Hsdle. They
started out the back way of TIE opery
house and nobody missed 'eM TN next
mornin' except the sheriff, smd he
didn't miss 'em till theya got over
the county line into our hsaiwiek.
Four of 'em are still stecniM' here
just because / amt got the heart to
turn 'em out ner the spare msaey to
buy 'em tickets to New Ysrk. Here
comes one OF 'em now. ME.. Dailing.
| ford, will you show this gentleman to
room eleven and carry his baggage up
| fer him? And maybe heai want
| pitcher of warm water to wash and
shave in" He turned to the New guest
and smiled apologetically. We're
little short O help just aow. Mr..
Barnes. and Mr. Dillingford has kind.
| ly consented to-"
MY word!" gasped Mr. DiiIingford,
staring at the register. Someone
from little old New York? My word
sir, you Won't you have Ter
little something to drink with me be.
fore you"
HE wants something to eat,' inter-
rupted Mr.. Jones sharply. '@Eell Mr..
Bacon to step up TO his room and
take the order"
"All right. old chap-nothing easier"
said Mr.. Dillingford genially. Gust
climb up the elevator, Mr.. Barnes. We
do this to get up an appetite. When
did you leave New YorkT'
Taking up a lighted kerosene lamp
and the heavy pack, Mr.. Clarence Dill.
lingford led the way up the stairs
He was chubby individual of indeh-
mite age. At glance you would have
said he was under twenty-one; sec
ond look would have convinced you
that he was nearer forty-one.
Depositing Barnes pack on chair
in the little bedroom at the end Of
the hall upstairs he favored the guest
with perfectly unabashed grin.
"Tm not doing this to oblige OLD
man Jones, you know I won't attempt
to deceive you. I'm working out
daily board BILL Chuck three times
day and bed to sleep in-that's what
I'm doing it for, so don't get it into
your head that I applied for the 1oD'
Let me look at you. l want to get q
good square peep at man who has
the means to go somewhere and yet IS
boob enough to come to this gosh
| awful place of his own free will ana
accord. Darn it, you look intelligent
don't get you at all. What's the maj.
ter? Are you fugitive from justices