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CHAPTER Il--Continued.

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Barnes laughed aloud. There was
40 withstanding the fellows sprightly
Impudence.
II happen to enjoy walking" said
he.
"If enjoyed 1t as much as you do
I'd be limping into Harlem by this
time" said Mr.. Dillingford sadly. "But
you see I'm an actor. I'm too proud
to walk"
The cracked bell on the Office desk
torily. Mr.. Dilllngford's face assumed
an expression of profound dignity. He
lowered his voice as he gave vent 10
the following:
THAT man Jones. is the meanest hui
man being God ever let Yes, sir,
coming, sirl" He started for the open
door with surprising alacrity.
Barnes surveyed the little bedcham-
Der. 1t was just what he had expected
1t would be. The walls were covered
with a garish paper selected by one
who had an eye but not n taste for
EOlOI-DIlElll plllh hONtlS AAltll ipOHNNh
more or less like chunks of shattered
watermelon split promiscuOusly over
a background of pearl gray. The bed
stead, hureau 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 at
It's height. In all his life he never had
heard such a clatter of rain, nor a
wind that shrieked so appallingly.
His thoughts went quite naturally
20 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
of 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 AR. Dillingford. who car
ried a huge pewter pitcher from which
steam arose In volume. At his heels
strobe a tall, cadaverous person in
checked suit.
Never had Barnes seen anything
quite so overpowering in the way Of G
suit, Joseph's coat Of many colors was
no longer a vision Of childhood. II
was a reality. The checks were ar
inch square and each cube had a mar
row border of azure blue. The general
tone was a dirty gray, due no doubt to
age and a constitution that would moi
allow it TO outlive its usefulness.
"Meet Mr.. Bacon, Mr.. Barnes" in
PRODUCED Mr. Dilllngford, going to the
needless exertion of indicating Mr.. Ba
con with . generous sweep Of his free
hand. "Our heavy leads. Mr.. Monta
que Bacon, also Of New York"
'Ham and eggs, pork tenderloin
country sausage, rump steak and
spring chicken" said Mr.. Bacon in q
cavernous voice, getting 1t over with
while the list was fresh in his mem
DRY. ''Fried and boiled potatoes, beans
succotash, onions, stewed tomatoes and
-er-just a moment, please. Fried
and boiled potatoes, beans"
"Ham and eggs, potatoes and a cup
or two of coffee" said Barnes, sup
pressing a desire to laugh.
"And apple pie" concluded thu
waiter triumphantly. 81 knew I'd ge
81 IL you gave me time. AS you MAJ
have observed, my dear sir, am no
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 alb
buttons Mr.. Dillingford, for the momen
disengaged, sat upon the edge of thu
bed and enjoyed himself. He talked
1--WE were'nine at the start" said h
pensively. Gradually we were re
duced to seven, not including the man
ager. Two of 'em escaped before thu
smash. The low comedian and char
acter old woman. Joe Buckley and hi
wife. That left the old mani NEAR
Mr.. Rushcroft, the star-Lyndon Rush
croft, you know-myself and Bacon
Tommy Gray, Miss Rushcroft, Mis-
Hughes and a woman named Bradley
seven OF us. The woman named Brad
.ey said her mother was dying In Buf