Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1919-04-24

E<ptry sausage. rump steak and
chicken" said Mr.. Bacon in a
rs voice. getting Il over with
wh list was fresh In his men,
ory. snd boiled potatoes, beans.
succota ns. stewed tomatoes and
-er-juss oment. please. Fried
and boiled goes. beans"
Ham and eggs. potatoes and a Gun
or two Of coffee" said Barnes. sup
pressing q desire to laugh.
And apple pie" concluded the
waiter triumphantiy. Il knew rd get
II II you gave me time. As you may
have observed. my dear sir, I am not
what you would call an experienced
waiter. As a matter OF fact, ~
The bell downstairs rang violently.
Mr.. Bacon departed in great haste.
While the traveller performed his ab-
iutions Mr. Dillingford. for the moment
fisengaged. sat upon the edge Of the
bed and enjoyed himself. He talked.
I've were nine at the start" /" said he
oensively. Gradually we were re-
iuced to seven, not including the man.
iger. Two Of 'em escaped before the
smash. The low comedian and char.
icter old woman. Joe Buckley and his
wife. That left the old mani mean
Nr. Rushcroft. the star-Lyndon Rush.
.rOft, You know-myself and Bacon,
Tommy Gray. Miss Rushcroft. Miss
Hughes and n woman named Bradley,
seven Of us. The woman named Brad.
ey said her mother was dying In Buf.
talo. so the rest OF us scraped together
all the money we had-nine dollars
md sixty cents-and did the right
hing by her. Actors are always do
ng darn-fool things like that, Mr.
Barnes. And what do you suppose she
lid? She took that money and bought
:wO tickets to Albany, one for herself
and another for the manager Of the
.ompany-the lowest. meanest orner.
est white man that ever But I am
:rabbing the old mans part. You
ought TO her what he has to say about
Mr. Manager. He can use words I
never even heard OF before. So that
caves just the four of US here, work
ng of the two days board bill Of
eradley and the manager. Rushcroft's
1ngodly spree. and at the same time
keeping our own slate clean. Miss
rhackeray will no doubt make MP your
BED In the morning. She Is tempo
.arily q chambermaid. Cracking fine
girl. too. Are you all readyf I'll lead
Fou to the dining room. Or would you
prefer a little appetizer beforehand
The taproom is right on the way. You
mustn't call II the bar. Everybody In
hat little graveyard town down the
'Oad would turn over completely II
1ou did. Hallowed tradition. you
Snow."
81 don't mind having q cocktail. VIII
Tou join mer
"As a matter Of fact, I'm expected
o." confessed Mr.. Dillingford. "We've
been drawing quite q bit Of custom to
he taproom. The rubes like TO sit
around and listen to conversation
ibout Broadway and Bunker Hill and
Did Point Comfort and other places.
and then go home and tell the neigh
)Ors that they know quite q number
)f stage people. Human nature, I
guess. Listenl Hear thatf Rush
:roft reciting 'Gunga DIM You can't
lear the thunder for the noise he's
making"
The descended the stairs and en-
:ered the taproom, where q dozen men
we're seated around the tables. all Of
hem with pewter mugs In front Of
hem. Standing at the top table-that
8 to say, the one farthest removed
from the door and commanding the at
:ention Of every creature In the room
was the imposing figure Of Lyndon
Rushcroft. He was reciting. In a So
1orous voice and with tremendous fer
sOr, the famous Kpling poem. A
genial smile wiped the tragic express
sion from his face. He advanced upon
Barnes and the beaming Mr.. Dilling-
ford. his hand extended.
my dear fellow" he exclaimed re-
soundingiy. ''how are your Cordial-
ty doomed In his voice. 81 heard you
1ad arrived. Welcome-thricefold well