San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-03-18

ing Of Cyrus the Gaunt, Macl.achan
Leon Coventry, the Little Red Doc
tor. and Boggs Il do not count young
Phil Stacey should paint their noses
green and frequent dubious cellars
calls for explanation. The explana-
ton is Barbran.
The Bonnie Lassie, whose artistic
.p-adons OFTEN take her far afield'
met Barbran. They went for coffee to
n queer little burrow decorated with
improving sentiments from the i'm
mortal Lewis Carroll which, Barbran
told the Bonnie Lassie, was making
its blue-smocked, bobbed-haired. at
tractive and shrewd little proprietreSs
quite rich. Barbran limited that she
was thinking of improving on the
Mole's Hole idea if she could find a
suitable location.
The Bonnie Lassie was not I'M
pressed. What did impress her about
Barbran was a certain gay yet rest
full charm: the sort of difficult thing
that our indomitable sculptures loves
TO catch and fix in her wonderful
little bronzes. She set about catching
Barbran.
Barbran came TO the Bonnie Las
sizes house, moused about Our Square
in a rapt manner and stayed. She
rented a room from the Angel OF
Death ("Boggs Kills Bugs" is the
remainder of his sign) just over
Madame Tallaffert's apartments, and
in the course of time, stopped at my
bench and looked at me contempla-
lively. She was a small person with
shy, soft eyes.
She sat down and smiled at Inc.
I'm going to start a coffee eel
lar" she said.
You are, Miss Barbara Ann
Waterbury,"
at is true that my parents named
me that" said she, "but my friends
call me 'Barbran' because l always
used to call myself that when l was
little, and want TO be called Bar
bran here
That's very friendly of you" l
observed.
~You think I'm fool" she
observed calmly. "But I'm not. I'm
going 10 become local institution.
4 local institution can't be called Bar
bsra Ann Waterbury, unless it's a
creche or a drinking-fountain or
something like that, can it?'
1T cannot, Baroran."
Thank you, Mr.. Dominic" said
Barbran gratefully. She then pro-
ceeded to sketch out for me her plans
for making her Coffee Cellar and
herself a Local institution, which
should lure hopeful seekers for
Bohemia from the far parts Of Har-
lem and Jersey City, and even such
outer realms Of darkness as New
Haven and Cohoes.
That's what l intend to do, -"
said Barbran, "as soon as / get my
Great Idea worked out"
What the Great Idea was, / was
10 learn later from the lips of young
Phil Stacey, who appeared shortly
after my new friend had departed, a
peculiar look upon his extremely plain
and friendly face. Said young Phil
carelessly,
"Domigje, who's the newcomers
+ sThat," said /, dis Barbran."
= sBarbrau," he repeated with a
rising infection. at sounds like q
breakfast food"
"As she pr0uUlrrces It. 1t sounds
like 4 strain OF music" said !.
whats the rest of her name?"
Il am not officially authorized tc
communicate that"
"Are you officially authorized tc
present yoIr friends 10 herr"
"On what do you base your claim
to acquaintanceship, my boy?" / ask
ed austerely.
"Oh claim! Well, you see a coupl,
of days ago, she was on the cross
town car: and well, / just hap
pened to notice her, you know. That
ALL"
"Yet I am informed on good an,
sufficient authority that her appear
snce is not such as TO commend her
usually, If ] may so express myself
TO the discriminating eye"
who's the fool began Mr.
Stacey holly.
"Tut-tut, my young friend" sal
j. ~Certain ladies whom we bot
esteem can and will prove. to the sal
isfaction of the fair-minded. tina
none Of the young persons feature
is exactly what it should be or pr,
cisely where it ought to be. Neverth,
less, the net result is surprising an
even gratifying"
She's q peach! J" asseverated M
companion.
Substantially what / was remarl
ing. As for your other hint, yo
need no introduction TO Barbrau. y,