Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1919-05-29

| the county line into our bailiwlck.
Four Of 'em are still stoppin' here
just because I amt got the heart to
turn 'em ont 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 him7 And maybe he'll want d
pitcher Of warm water to wnsh and
shave in" He turned to the new guest
and smiled ALPHABETICALLY. "We're a
little short o. help just now, Mr..
Barnes, and Mr. Dillingford has kind
| ~ consented to"
my word! !" gasped Mr.. Dilllngford,
staring ut the register. Someone
from little old New York; My word.
cir. 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
1 take the order"
"All right. old chap-nothing easier. !"
said Mr.. Dillingford genially. "Just
climb up the elevator. Mr.. Barnes. We
do this to get up an appetite. When
did you leave New York;
Taking up lighted kerosene lamp
and the heavy pack. Mr.. Clarence Dill
lingford led the way up the stairs.
He was chubby individual Of indefi-
mite age. At q 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 o chair
in the little bedroom at the end of
the hall upstairs he favored the guest
with perfectly unabashed grin. III.
'Tm not doing this to oblige old
| man Jones, you know. I won't attempt
to deceive you. I'm working out a
daily board bill. Chuck three times a
day and a bed to sleep in-that's what
| I'm doing It for. SO don't get itginto
your head that applied for the job.
Let me look at you. want to get a
good square peep at man who has
the means to 60 somewhere and yet is
boob enough to come to this gosh
awful place of his own free win aud
accord. Darn it. you look intelligent.
| I don't get you at all. What's the mat
teri Are you fugitive from justice7'
Barnes laughed aloud. There was
no withstanding the fellows sprightly
impotence.
II happen to enjoy walking" said
he.
IF I enjoyed it as much rs You do
| I'd be limping into Harlem by this
time" said Mr.. Dillingford sadly. 'eBut
you see I'm an actor. I'm too proud
to walk"
| The cracked bell on the Office desk
interrupted him, somewhat peremp-
torily. Mr.. Dillingford's face assumed
an expression Of profound dignity. He
lowered his voice, as he gave vent to
the following:
'.That man Jones is the meanest hui
man being God ever let Yes, sir,
coming, ssir'!" He started for the open
door with surprising alacrity.
Barnes surveyed the little bedchnm-
Der. 1t was just what he had expected
1t would be. The wallis were covered
with a garish paper selected by one
who had an eye but not u taste for
color-bright pink flowers that looked
more orsless like chunks of shattered
watermelon split promiscuously over
background Of pearl gray. The bed
stead, bureau and washstand were Of
fensively modern. Everything was as
clean as a pin, however. and the bed
looked comfortable. He stepped to the
small, many-paned window and looked
out into the night. The storm was ut
its height. In all his life he never had
heard such a clatter Of rain, nor q
wind that shrieked 80 appallingiy. Is
His thoughts went quite naturally
| to the woman who was out there In
the thick of 1t. He wondered how she
was taring and lamented that she. was
not in his place now and he in hers.
What was she doing up In this God
forsaken country? What was the name
Of the place she was boundlfor? Green
Fancy! What an odd name for a
house! And what sort Of house
His reflections were, interrupted by
thesreturn ofsMr. Dillingford. who car.
ried huge pewter pitcher from which
steam arose In volume. At his heels
strobe tall, cadaver0us person In q
checked suit.
! Never. had, Barnes seen anything
quite NJ ovespowering in. the way OF q
suit. Joseph's coat Of many colors wal
no longer vision Of childhood. II
-was reality. The checks we're On
inch square and each cube had . mar
row border d azure blue. The general
tone was I dirty cray. due no doubt q
age and constitution that would mol
| allow Il 10 oatiive its usefulness. 4
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