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“THE GOLDEN BED” By WALLACE IRWIN. Produced aa a Paramount Picture by Cecile B. DeMille From a Screen Adaptation by Jeanie Marpherson. (Copyricht 1»24> (Continued from Yesterday.) , Margaret stood stark still, firing softly; and through the haze of emo tion she could hear her little sister's clamor, "Oh, Grandma, now what do I get?" Mrs. Judge Peake turned almost savagely to Flora Leo and said: "Margaret has things that she cau keep and give to her children when she's old—X can't think of her being old. Flora Lee, you'll have something which I hope you'll appreciate. Your mother has willed you the Oval Cham ber and expressed the wish that you should occupy It." "With everything In It?” Flora j.eea lazy voice was more intense than Margaret had ever supposed 11 could become, Her soft little fingers wreathed ecstatically. "Everything," said Grandmothet Peake, coldly, “with the exception of that picture I have already men tioned.” , , , "Grandmothuh!” The little girl ex pressed her emotion in a slight stif fening of her body. Never before had anything so stirred her out of her chronic indifference. "To sleep In it—all my myself? she whispered. "You’ll appreciate it when you re a little older." Grandmother Peake's look was turned unrelentingly upon the unloved child, but her hand still caressed Margaret's tawny mane. "There's nothing in that room that woudn't dignify a fine lady. And now, please, run away, children. I ni very tired. .Send in Cora Jackson." Flora Lee had risen rosily excited. The old lady reached out and put a forefinger under the child's soft cliln —the touch of a collector, appraising fine porcelain. "You’ll suit that room very well, Flora I.ee,” she said. Her men still mumbled by the window. „ The students at Miss Martlncastle » School for Young Ladies—to give the word "student” a wildly liberal con struction—were some eighty feminine creatures, living forward to the day when the local Society Editor would refer to them as "buds.” Miss Martincastla's pupils, Impris oned In the broad, trodden yard with its spiked iron fence, were a pretty sight. They wore stiff little dresses Of dark red or dark blue, and from the top of their heads wide black rib bons spread-eagled to the winds. They wore new white ruchings at their necks, and starched white pinafores of a more or less uniform cut—It was Miss Martincastle's wish that de> voung ladles should be distinguished from all other young ladles. Grant ed of course, that the persons who t New York —Day by Day— __/ --. By O. O. McINTYBE. New Y<#k, Dec. 23 -Much of the present day slang of Broadway came out of the underworld of 20 years ng« Crooks resorted to odd phrases In an effort to build up a language that would enable them to taljc and write to pals without police knowing the meaning. The slang did not come from the eon man, the tinhorn gambler, the match guy, dips and stlekup men, hut from the hard-boiled safeblowers, who were known as yeggs. Of all criminals they were the most reckless and daring. Broadway, for Instance, refers to feet as "dogs." This Is a yegg term and not the product of the cabarets. Yeggs had experimented for some time with different drugs In an effort to find one that would kill the scent for bloodhounds on trail. They finally discovered that oil of mustard on the! shoes would fool them. Then after blowing a safe the leader would say: "Well, hoys, we had better dope up the dogs (feet) so that the mutts cannot give us the ' » tall.” "Bozo” is another term frequently heard on Broadway. It has about.the same meaning as the term "guy.” It seeped In from the -underworld eml among that gentry meant a fellow who peached on a pal—a squawker. The term "heel," now used, was a, crook who squealed. Tad, who is versatile In coining clang, admits that an old yegg first gave him the term "dead from the neck up" In referring to what Broad way now calls a dumbbell. Connie Malotte, who was shot holding up a hank, coined many yegg words now popular. Yeggs, contrary to the popular no tion, mingle with the upper world when they are spending their spoils. And It Is in this way their slang be came known. l5ue to the advance In liurglar-proof safes, the police say there Is only a handful of yeggs left. The names, too. of many under world criminals of 20 years ago were quite picturesque. Today a number of the shrewd crooks posa as barons or counts but In ths old days their pseudonyms fitted like gloves. There were High Hat Harry, Boston Baker, Red the Mug. Duke Cleary. Nick the Wolf, Black Tom Monolan and Blazer Harris. Most of these were well known about ths Old Haymarket. All their money was spent on such hab itues as Gold Tooth Kate, Ruby the Doll. Diamond Kate and Xondon Edna. At the police line up dally where masked detectives sit In a sort of Jury box watching the passing par ade they tell you most of the pres ent day crooks have passed up sweaters and caps for wrist watches and canes. A big New York broker was rid lng to the Battery from his Irfmg Island home In his yacht. A friend noticed a tiny speck In the hay. He asked what it was. The broker ad justed his telescope and saw a man rowing a skiff. "That,” he said, "Is a customer’s yacht.” Riding to work In a yacht, Inci dentally, Is considered quite tophole. There are about 20 rich Wall Street men who do this. They have brenk fast on board and their stenographers are thsre with the morning mall so that they may finish the dny's dicta tion before they reach the whir of the office., There are also quite * number of New Yorkers who commute dally from ITIadelphia- perferrlng to live In (he T'.seefnl suburbs of that rltv. They, too, earry tk»tr stenographers to attend *e dtctaiteuv tCeprrtsht, till.) played outside the spiked iron fence could be designated as young ladles. There was a theory to the effect that Miss Martineastle sat at an upper window during play hours, marking each individual for praise or censure. If so, she nodded at times, or forgot easily or forgave quickly. But there were unpardonable sins which never escaped the all-seeing eye. Barter and trade through the pickets of Mias Angela's fence was strictly forbidden and sternly preached against during the live-minute "discussion” after morning chapel services. It was Miss Margaret Divingstone Peake, I believe, who first thought of taking up a collection and intrust ing it to Solomon, the Janitor's cross eyed son. The Candy Boy, a gang ling youth with a basket of pepper mints, shuffled by at the recess hour and his dreamy, clever eyes were not slow to see the signal. . . . For three months he drove a thriving trade by the backyard gate. Then came a morning when Miss Martineastle her self sauntered majestically forth and met Solomon coming up the walk. The boy was laden thickly with little paper bags and was too scared to run. "Solomon,” she boomed in her rich ly cultivated’ baritone, “what have you there?” . . . Miss Martineastle was filled with a righteous anger which she vented on Solomon and Ills father, David. She even spoke tactfully to Margaret— one seldom went further with a Peake. Margaret was a little afraid that the affair would get around to her grandfather. So she promised to obey the law and kept her promise, as she usually did. Smuggling was abandoned and the Candy Boy came that way no more. The really exciting feature of Miss Martincastle's was the dancing class It was held at three o'clock on Fri day afternoons. Miss Angela had an enormous base room upstairs with "Calisthenics Hall" marked on its double door in rusty gold letters. No body ever referred to it by so rough a name ns Gymnasium; Calisthenics Hall it was, and the name was no more genteel than the morning wand drills, where fifty young ladies in baggy bloomers flourished polished poles to the one-two-three four of Mis. Julia Macrae while Miss Betsy Hud dleston tinkled Sousa marches on a tiny piatfo. But at three o’clock on Fridays Miss Angela introduced an exciting novelty. Boys.’ Only Margaret saw anything more than the comic side of Jeff Carter's disgrace. Being her hero, the Jack stones, apples, knives and toads that fell from the bulge of his blouse across the polished floor, bringing chaos to the Friday dancing class, were but trophies of war, such as Clysses shed upon his return to Ith aca. Also Jeff was her second cousin and tribal vanity was hurt at the sight of his undoing. Her cheeks flamed when he was sent, from the room. As he passed her near the door she touched one of his big hands ami whispered, "Never mind, old Jeff! ’ He scowled at her, but she knew It was only a'boy's shame at being comfott ed by a girl. That afternoon, as she straggled be hind the other girls on her way down Inness Street, she saw big. clumsy Jeff coming toward her from behind a corner wall. . He was flushed with embarrassment, and something site had never suspected burned her cheeks, tightened around her heart. "Hello, Jeff," she said, common placely enough, and was answered by his all too casual, "Hello, Mar garet." She glanced shyly at his sailor blouse and was relieved to see that It hung straight, as sailor blcfuses should. The group of girls convoying little Flora Dee had turned In at the mar ble steps which led up to the Peake Dawn. Margaret and her disgraced hero straggled behind, mutually si lent, at last. "Margaret," said the clumsy boy, "I didn't mean to be ugly when you spoke to me going out.” "I know you didn't, Jeff,'’ she an swered. rewarding his humility with a smile. "I thought Mademoiselle ■Thibault was horrid. I'm going to speak to grandfater." "Oh, bunk!" responded Jeff Carter "I was Just saving those things for my Collection, and Aunt Tessie yanked me over to Miss Martin castle's.” "Nobody can do those dance right." said Margaret, "because they aren't Intended for human beings." "You think that way, too?” he mar veled, and looked his amazement He was fourteen and seemed very tall to her. "It Isn't a boy's business to hop around—” "Margaret," he began. For all the years she was to wait she rememhered that scene; the saun tering group of young girls passing along the grass-fledged walk; there on the sidewalk stood Margaret and hei knight—he had rested a hand upon the horse's .head that surmounted their iron hitching post. “Margaret, I’m in love-with you.; You’re the sweetest girl in the world.; Do you love me at all?” A film gathered over hpr eyes ac| that she could scarcely see him, and she was quite beyond speech as sh. nodded. "I want to marry you some day," the persistent boy went on. "We'll have to wait—will you wait for me, Margaret?” Only yesterday they had been babies, watched by nurses, pampered I mil spanked by grandparents. > ei a ibis moment she looked at him with perfectly mature assurance and said: "Yes, Jeff. I’ll wait.” Poor child, wayward and perverse, she was always true to her word! “They stood just a second, looking Into one another's eyes, then child ish embarrassment came to their rescue. Jeff shuffled a little and be gan to whistle. ‘Til see you tomorrow going to school,’’ he suggested. “All right," said Margaret. At twenty-two Jo Holts -had ma tured into a conservative with a com plete jet of opinions and his life's program delnitely worked out. Ma s Good Boy promised to prove a satie factory investment. Sometime before this he had gone to a religious re vival and cleansed his heart in-pub lic; the sins he had confessed before a mildly interested audience of mourn ers were meager and pale; there were no such scarlet strains ns Adinah. had he been so disposed, might bate flaunted in the face of pietj. (To Bo Continued Tomorrow.) An old well has recently heir. Ci* covered In Fleet street. Not a mo tnent too soon when you consider what is usually to he found at the bottom of a wdl—Punch. All the Way from Pari*—Joyeux Noel. ' • By Briggs look! a package , ISM-TV 0H |Ll_ BeT {T-S ( F FLO at The Lewises. 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