American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1919-06-06
CHAPTER iI-contInusd.


Barnes laughed aloud. There was
no w~Ithstanding the fellows sprIghtly
impudence.
II happen to enjoy walking" said
he.
IF I enjoyed It ms much ms you do
I'd be limping into Harlem by this
Time" said Mr.. Dilllngford sadly. "But
you see I'm an actor. Tn too proud
to walk
The cracked bell on the office desk
interrupted him, somewhat peremp-
torily. Mr.. Dilllngford's face assumed
an expression Of profound dignity. He
lowered his voice MS he gave ven to
the following:
"That man Jones Is the mennest hu-
man being God ever let Yes, sir,
coming, sir !" He started for the open
door with surprising alacrlty.
Barnes surveyed the little bedcham-
her. II was just what he had expected
1t would be. The walls were covered
with a gnrish paper selected by one
who had a eye but not n taste for
color-brlght pink flowers that looked
more or less like chunks Of n shattered
watermelon split p-romiscuousiy ever
a background OF pearl grny. The bed
stead, bureau and washstand were Of
fensively modern. Everything was as
clean ms a pin, however, and the bed
looked comfortable. He stepped to the
small, many-paned window and looked
out into the night. The storm WINS ut
It's height. In all his life he never had
heard such a clatter of ram, nor a
wind that shrleked so appalllngly.
His thoughts went quite naturally
TO the woman who was out there In
the thick OF II. He wondered how she
was farlng and lamented that she was
not In his place now aud he In hers.
What was she doing up In this God
forsaken country What was the name
of the place she was bound for2 Green
Fancy Whit an odd name for Il
housed And what sort of house
His reflections were Interrupted by
the return OF Mr.. Dilllngford. who car
rled n huge pewter pitcher from which
steam arose In volume. At his heels
strobe a tall, %cadaverous person In a
checked suit.
Never had Barnes seen anything
quite so overpowcrlng In the way OF n
suit. Joseph's coat of many colors was
no longer n vision OF childhood. II
was n reality. The checks were an
inch square and each cube had n mar
row border of azure blue. The general
tone was n dirty gray, due no doubt to
age and a constitution that would not
allow 1t to outlive Its usefulness.
"Meet Mr.. Bacon, Mr.. Barnes" In
troduced Mr.. Dillngford, going to the
needless exertlon of Indicating Mr.. Ba-
o with n generous sweep OF his free
hand. sour heavy leads. Mr.. Montn-
que Bacon. also of New York"
"Ham and eggs, pork teuderloin,
country sausage, rump steak and
spring chicken" said Mr.. Bacon In a
cavernous voice, getting Il over with
While the list a fresh In his mem
ory. "Frled and boiled potatoes, beans,
succotash, onions, stewed tomatoes and
JNeN ~ hhVhi'hT fiNiSNs f1iNN
und boiled potatoes. beans"
"Ham and eggs, potatoes and a cup
or two OF coffee" said Barnes, sup
pressing n desire to laugh.
"And apple pie" concluded the
walter trlumphnntly. II knew I'd got
&c II you gave me time. AS you may
have observed, my dear sir, | ann not
what You would call an experienced
waiter. AS a matter Of fact. l."
The bell downstairs ran violently.
sIr. Bacon departed in great haste.
While the Traveller performed his ali
lulions Mr.. Dilllngford, for the moment
diseagagetl sat upon the edge of the
bed and enjoyed himself. He talked.
1--WE were nine at the start" said he
penslvely. "Gradually we were re-
duted to seven, not including the man
ager. Two OF es' escaped before the
smash. The low comedian and char
acter old m Joe Buckley and his
wife. That left the old mani mean
MFR. Rushcroft, the star-Lyndon Rush
croft, you know-myself and Bacon,
Tommy Gray. Miss Rushcroft, Miss
Hughes and u woman named Bradley,
seven of us, The Pima named Brad.
ley said her mother was dying in Buff