Evening star., 1920-11-21

You're asleep" They were crossing
the lobby. and Babbing was talking IN
low, Indifferent, chatty tone. His
name isn't really Sullivan. So as soon
as he learned that the boy had tele-
phone call, he knew 1t couldn't be for
him. None OF his friends in town
would call for him by that name. Is
there an empty table near him?'
II don't know
Babbing slowed his pace. MY names
get table near him. Then you 70 9
to the telephone and CALI UP the once
|-one .seven -three-one Debrosaes-and
get Chal Snider- Tell him Tn in the
dining-room,s here, and / want to be
PACED as Thomas Sullivan. Make him
that. Tell him they've PACED me as
Sullivan and I don't answer. Then
join me at the table. Sullivan'l stop
the boy again. I'll break In On him.
I'm expecting q call. There's probably
livan for Thomas Oliphant.4 Do you
understand? That'H give us. an In
PRODUCTION to him. Where is he?
Don't point
They were at the dining room door.
There he is-over at that last
window"
II see. I'm your rich uncle from
Kansas City. You're Barney Cook, my
New York nephew. Go ahead and tele-
phone. Get me Tribune" And Bah
bing, refusing the offfces OF the girl
at the coat rack, went to meet the
head waiter with all his membranes
of hat. raincoat and umbrella. He had
evidently somewhat countrfded re-
luctance to trust his things out OF his
sight. r.,
The multiplicity of Instructions
which Barney had to rem ember weigh
ed him down to deliberate and eau
ffoue fnnvpmanf He went SLOWLY to
the telephone; it took him some time
to get BAbbing bureau: he gave his
message to Snider hesitatingly. eau
tiously, in veiled terms, for fear some
almost back to the dining room before
he recollected that he was to get a
Tribune. Consequently. Babbing in
his spectacles, seated at a side table,
back to back with the suspected
Sullivan. was concluding his order to
and 1t was evident that there had been
| some difficulty over the menu. Now,
| oatmeal porridge; mind that" Babbing
said, Real oatmeal. No cattle mashes
or health mushes for me. SIT here,
soy him. He ASs pSs fi ent1 night of fnse1 m
don't care what it costs: And here.
Walt minute. I don't want my
bacon fried to a cinder, either"
He was talking in n. an insist ent.
saying. mo. sir. Yes. SIR with q sort
of cool servility that was professional
| to the point Of contempt. Barney
glanced at lMr. Sullivan. He was sip
ping his coffee. with his head turned
slightly. Barney could see that he was
getting an ear full" The waiter de-
| We'll" Babbine asked. "dfd you get
them?"
"Yes. sir"
What did they say.
They said they'd cali you III"
clustered eff they don't want my
| money. l can find lots of people in
this town that do. Did they say they
had those Bonanza shares for me?'
"Huh! Give me that Tribune He
spread the pages impatientiy. 'T don't
| see why these New York papers don't
have some western news In them" :"
And Sullivan. turning, took an ap-
, prafsing look at him over his shoulder
City" Babbing complained New
York newspapers the most provincial
sheet in the universe, bar none"
law. gee, uncle" Barney lauEhed.
| Boy Babbing said sterrly, you
ttalk as If your nav had. raised you
lon the Bowery. Where did you, ever
learn to speak like that If that's
1.-THE sort OF grammar you get In your
New York public schools. " ought TO
lbe ashamed of them" s.-- r.s4.+
y ~ 's,-
DARNEY had no reply to make. and
- his .uncle's- eye forbade ham to
make any. He had caught onto"sth
game that Rabbing was playing and
,he was enjoying 1t precociously: but
Babbing was evidently not willing to
have him join In it. They waited. in
silence, for the call boy. ~ - y.
4, And when the call boy came, crying
"Mr. Thomas Sullivan" the game de-
veloped with the most prosperous
lrapidity. Babbing interrupted the
lcolioquy between the uneasy Sullivan.
and the boy. and claimed the 1ckii.
"My names Oliphant. Pve been wait
ling here all morning for a telephone
SSaGe and these idiots arOnpd