Evening star., 1925-02-15

" MS lobby of the Cosmopolis
Hotel was a favorite stamp
ing ground of Mr.. Daniel
L Brewster, its proprietor. He
liked to wander about there,
Keeping a paternal eye on things,
rather in the manner of the jolly inn
keeper of the old-fa shioned novel.
Customers who, hurrying in to din
ner, tripped over Mr.. Brewster We're
apt to mistake him for the house de-
tective, for his eye was keen and his
aspect trifte austere, but, neverthe-
less, he was being as jolly an inn
keeper as he knew how.
Most of the time Mr.. Brewster stood
in one spot and just looked thought
full; but now and again he would
wander to the marble slab behind
which he kept the desk clerk and run
his eye over the register to see who
had booked rooms-like child eX-
amining the stocking on Christmas s
morning to ascertain what Santa
Claus had brought him.
As a rule. Mr. Brewster concluded
this performance by showing thesbook
back across the marble slab and re-
suming his meditations. But one
night, in the early Spring, he varied
this procedure by starting rather yio-
lently, turning purple. and utter;ng
an exclamation which was manifestly
an exclamation of chagrin. He turned
abruptly and cannoned into his SON
in-law. Archie Moffan, who, in COM
pany with Lucille. his wife, happened
to he crossing the lobby on his way
To dine in their suite. Mr.. Brewster
apoloGized gruffiy. then, recognizing
the victim, seemed to regret having
done SO.
You mustn't bully Archie" eaid
Lucille, severely. because he's an
angel, and L love him, and you must
learn to love him, too.
GIVE you lessons at a reasonable
rate" murmured Archie, as Mr.. Brew
ster regarded his young relative with
q lowering eye.
What's the matter, father darling?'
asked Lucille. You seem upset"
Il am upset" Mr.. Brewster snorted.
why, what has happened?'
Those darnad McCalls have reg
fstered here"
No"
Bit beyond me, this" said Archie.
deep waters and what-not. Who are
the McCallsn"
Some people father dislikes," said
Lucille. And they've chosen his hotel
TO stop at. But, father dear, you
mustn't mind It's real compliment.
the best hotel in New York"
Lucille steered her husband to the
elevator
Poor father" she said. as they
went to their suite. It's a shame
They must have done it to annoy him.
This man Mccall has a place next to
some property father bought in West
chester and he's bringing a lawsuit
against father about a bit of land
which he claims belongs to him. He
might have had tact to go to another
hotel. But, after all, | don't suppose
it was the poor little fellows fault.
He does whatever his wife tell him to.
Mr. Mccall is one of those little.
meek men. and his wife's one of those
big, bullying women 1t was she who
started all the trouble with father.
Father and Mr.. Mccall were very fond
of each other till she made him begin
the suit. feel sure she made him come
to this hotel just to annoy father. Still,
they've probably taken the most expen-
sive suite in. the place, which is some
thing
A RICHIE was at the telephone. His
mood was now one of quiet peace.
OF all the happenings which went to
make up existence in New York, he
liked pest the cOZy. tete-a-tete dinners
with Lucille in their suite, which,
owing to their many engagements
for Lucille was popular girl with
many friends-occurred all too sell
dom.
Touching now the question of
browsing and sluicing,' he said, 'I1l
he getting them to send along
waiter
"Oh, good gracious.
What's the natter
I've just remembered. l promised
faithfully / would go and see Jane
MurchiSon TODAY. l must rush. She's
sure to make me stop to dinner. /
tell you what. Order something for
me, and, if I'm not back in half an
hour, start"
The waiter arrived, booked the or
der, and departed. Archie had just
completed his toilet after a shower
bath when a musical clinking with
out announced the advent of the meal.
He opened the door. The waiter was
there with table congested with
things under covers, from which
escaped a savory and appetiZing odor.
In spite of his depression, Archie's
soul perked up trifie.
Suddenly he became aware that he
was not the only person present who
was deriving enjoyment from the
scent of the meal. Standing beside
the waiter and gazing wistfully at the
foodstuffs. was a long, thin boy of