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

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"Hear that feiler I'm 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 I inquire what he Is doing ND
here i'm the wilds?"
AT present he amt doing anything
except talk. Last week he was treddin'
the boards. as he puts II himself. Bust
I'd Up the fiue. Showed last Satur-
lay night In Hornville. eighteen mile
north OF here. and immegiately after
he performance him and his whole
:roupe started to walk back to New
York. a good four hundred mile. They
started out the back way of the opery
house and nobody missed 'em till next
nornin' except the sheriff, and he
iidn'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
urn 'em out ner the spare money to
)uy 'em tickets to New York. Here
comes one of 'em now. Mr.. Dilling.
sord. will you show this gentleman to
,oom eleven and carry his baggage up
Fer him? And maybe he'll want a
)ltcher 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.. Dlllingford has kind
v consented to"
my word!" gasped Mr.. Dillingford
staring at the register. Someone
rom 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
'upted Mr.. Jones sharply. Tell Mr.
Bacon TO step up to his room and
AXE the order"
"All right. old chap-nOthing easier
said NJ. Dillingford genlally. "Jusi
climb up the elevator. Mr.. Barnes. We
10 this to get up an appetite. Wher
lid you leave New York;
Taking up a lighted kerosene lamr
and the heavy pack. Mr.. Clarence Dill
ingford led the way up the stairs.
He was a chubby Individual Of indefl.
lite age. At a glance you would have
said he was under twenty-One; u sec.
ond look would have convinced you
that he was nearer forty-One.
Depositing Barnes pack on a chair
in the little bedroom at the end of
he hall upstairs he favored the guest
with q perfectly unabashed grin.
"Tm not doing this to oblige old
nan Jones, you know. i won't attempt
TO deceive you. I'm working out a
iaily board bill. Chuck three times a
lay and a bed TO sleep in-that's what
I'm doing It for. so don't get 1t into
Sorr head that applied for the JOB.
Let me look at you. / want to get a
good square peep at a man who has
the means to 60 somewhere and yet Is
boob enough TO come to this gosh
awful place of his own free will and
accord. Darn it, you look intelligent.
don't get you at all. What's the mat
ter? Are you fugitive from justicef''
Barnes laughed aloud. There was
10 withstanding the fellows sprightly
impudence.
81 happen to enjoy walking" said
he.
EFF i enjoyed Il as much as you do
I'd be limplng into Harlem by this
,ime." said Mr.. Dillingford sadly. "But
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 mis- voice as he gave vent TO
the following:
That man Jones Is the meanest hu-
man being God ever let Yes. sir.
coming. sirw He started for the open
ioor with surprising alacrity.
Barnes surveyed the little bedcham-
Der. 1t was just what he had expected
IL would be. The walls were covered
with garlsh paper selected by one
who had an eye but not a taste for
.olor-bright pink flowers that looked
more or less like chunks Of a shattered
watermelon split promiscuously over
\ background Of pearl gray. The bed
stead. bureau and washstand were Of
fensiveiy modern. Everything was as
clean as a pin, however. and the bed
looked comfortable. He stepped to the
small. many -paned window and looked
1ut into the night. The storm was at
Its height. In all his life he never had
heard such a clatter Of rain. nor a
wind that shrieked so appallIngIy.
His thoughts went quite naturally
To the woman who was out there In
the thick of II. He wondered how she
was faring 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
If the place she was bound for? Green
Fancy, What an odd name for q
house! And what sort Of house
His reflections were interrupted By
the return of Mr.. Dillingford. who car
ried huge pewter pitcher from which
steam arose In volume. At his heels
strobe a tall. cadaverOus person In q
checked suit.
Never had Barnes seen anything
quite so overpOwering In the way Of q
suit. Joseph's coat Of many colors wal
no longer n vision of childhood. II
was a reality. The checks were aI
inch square and each cube had a mar
row border of azure blue. The geners
tone was a dirty gray. due no doubt Il
age and a constitution that would no
allow il TO outlive It's usefulness.
"Meet Mr.. Bacon, Mr.. Barnes" In
troduced Mr.. Dillingford. going TO tn
needless exertion of indicating Mr.. Ba
con with q generous sweep of his fre,
hand. "Our heavy leads. Mr.. MOn.a
-ue Bacon. also of New York"
-Tam and eggs. pork teEderloin