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“THE GOLDEN BED” 1 By WALLACE IRWIN. rrodured as a Paramount Picture by Cecile B. DeMilie From a Screen Adaptation by Jeanle Macpherson. (Copyrlaht. 1924) 'v---— (fontlnnwl from Yesterday.) Beyond the clubhouse the Boule \ ird degenerated Into a dirt road. It was a notoriously had road, hut it answered Uncle Lafe's description and brought him at last to a decent white gate with a well-painted sign; DULL'S LANDING FARM HOGS HAMS SAUSAGES Uncle Lafe in his shirt sleeves stood nn the porch of an Indian red house p i defied the autumnal breezes. You're late," he howled forbidding ly, although he crushed his nephew's hand in his great square paw. "But I've brought you a jug of Anderson Pearl that'll turn yer hair red. Hey, Brownie!'’ This last in the voice of a deep call ing unto a very deaf and very dis tant. deep. The response was bird like. "Oh, Cap'n', has he came?” And out of the house wiaddled a little round woman with a. sharp nose and a little red blister on either cheek. "Land of love, is this Admah?" she cried and kissed him twice, smack smack. He stood blushing like a rose, for decent women always scared him a little. But he recovered rapidly when Uncle Lafe hauled him Into a big homely living room which smelled of lard and pipe tobacco. "Here's wishin’ you,” said the Cap tain, having poured two glasses half full. "And look here, Brownie! Ain't you havin’ a sip? Jest to wet yer lips, baby.” "Jest a little bitty,” begged Aunt 4 Brownie. Wherefore Uncle Lafe “ brought out a third glass and poured substantially. "Cute, ain’t she?” he roared, encir cling the little woman with his great beam of an arm. "You'll git ust to him,” the good ■wife assured his nephew as she smiled adoringly up into her husband’s small red eyes. Then toasts' were drunk to the fam ily reunion. Admah took his hastily, choked and reached for water. "There ain't a rich man in the State gets the ham and sausage we have on our table every day,” bel lowed Uncle Lafe. "The Peakes and the Atterburys and the Carters have to put in their bids a year ahead o* time to git my hams. Ain't that somethin’ to he proud of? Hey?^ "I should say so, Uncle Life. "Better than sellin’ gumdrops over a counter, hey?” "Don't mind what he says. Ad mah,” whispered Aunt Brownie. "You could o' floored me with a straw,” the Captain went on and ■wheezed at the recollection. To find Henry's boys sellin’ gumdrops over a counter.' Why didn't you raise hogs, boy?” „ . . . "Ma used to raise hogs, explained Admah, not at all offended. "She was ----—-— New York ••Day by Day V._— By O. O. M'INTYRE. New York, Jan. 6.—The largest beauty parlor In the world—a gigan tic niomument to Milady's vanity has opened in mMtown It occupies ^ ,he entire floor of a half Week build ing The Jucnishtngs and trappings nre' said to have cost *500,000. Here the lady may go *o V eolffed; shingled, bobbed, manicured and mas saged. Every known form of beauty treatment is employed on by hindrance to beauty ifl r _ ' competent surgeons. There are ,0 at tondants In charge. . nv kl “n”": sr«... monos are also ljooth, taik to ,nmer T of the world, dictate let sny part th arlf,a> read the ,ers to ■°.cTnd telegrams and what latest novel, send ,y are be not while youth and beauty a Ing restored. preferred for If ,a mTre are a dTn of them, bobbing—there a hours On, ™.y BO *”} ; for varlou, treatments. It 1- P game tlme. cf 300 I’atro"aoratlsta f0rmer painter b h° when his paintings failed to who, when rirh men into the -ntuT The backing him In r Jn New growth of the b • , Ten years irretereTnly 2S listed In the ■’SJ'S”.”- s's. rr,1 turns Xto "TnT insurance when everything else fail. a"d Uves^ap P«y — aft*;ixitturn to operating a In the same fix turn m i beauty porlor. women Thera are thousands of *nnV win spend several hours a day In the beauty salons. Each new treatment i« a lure. Especially among those w»n crepe de chine souls. They k-w that ■w when beauty fades—It Is "J" n curtain. So they wage the desperate warfare. Tnpeeunloslty la traditionally ** so- la ted with the theater. Yet there has been Improvement In late yennn A certain day and night bank In the theatrical district has mostly stage folk as ratrpns. It recent* «**•*» investigation and found that 6* P rent of player* row appearing In \Piv York were saving nmre than l per cent of thtr earnings weekly. Joel, the restaurant man, y»ed to be a banker for theatrical folk. He still Invites those on the road to send him their savings. While they were touring they used to send him varying amounts. But when they returned it would be gone in a week he says. I’layere. by the Way, are grently adding to their Incomes by writing for newspapers and magazines. Vari ety reports that there are eight stars on Broadway who will average more than I V,000 each this year from their literary efforts. A man was walking up Broadway. He suddenly .tiffined his body as though ho might be planning for a sudd«n dive into city watsrs. In gaz ing at the window of a dancing acad emy he saw his wife twirling about In the arms of another man. He wait ed outside, torn with conflicting emotions. Ho far as he knew she had never learned to rlan'c Knr 1* years h>- thought he bad beep able to ae count for her every moment He Itf-v-i went home without finding her thei ' And yet this sudden discovery pot him on guard, lie had her watch ed and found that half of her time »!■ gp#nt In the company of nnother man. That man was his employer (Copyright. 1JS8.J [ *l*d enough to sell out and go into the candy business." "Now there you are!” Just where they were he failed to explain—evi dently he was following out some fa vorite line of philosophy. ‘'Thai's the way she drifts nowadays. I’ve got two hoys of my own—or had.” His big vpice softened a little at the last words. ”1 ain’t kickin’ about the way Stacey went. The Spanish war got him—dysentry at Key West. But what's happened to Bert? Married .» hlgh-faJutln' dame who was too proud and haughty to be associated with a hog farm or a river boat. What then? Bert’s makln' buttons in Chicago. But tons!" He finished his toddy at one great gulp. “Nobody wants to stay in the back wmods and raise things that'll fill your belli—” "Ham and sousage ain't so awful healthy,” Aunt Brownie observed pleasantly, "And I'd like to know what we would do without huttons." At about the hour when Captain Lafe Holtz was drinking doom to the younger generation some of that gen eration were amusing themselves ex pensively in the big room of the Syca more Club, a few miles down the river from the hog farm. Members of the committee had come early, dressed for the evening, and under a pretense of supervising arrangements, had begun to dance at cocktail time. This was to be another dinner for the Marquis de San Pilar who, after lingering through a flow ery spring, had returned to Spain, and was just back with his family's consent in his pocket, and on his arm another nobleman, who would act as best man. The affair was Informal as the young Satsumas dared to make it; the Marquis, who could dance and mime with the best of them, always brought with him a certain air of re serve ivhich vanished with the eve ning's pleasures. The room was sc,t with small tables, like a restaurant. A colored orchestra occupied the plat form and a mulatto comedian with an egg-shaped head sang songs and cap ered as he sang. The party was chap eroned by the youngest matrons in town and there was no attempt ,at dull old-fashioned decorum. Between courses one discovered a partner and danced; new groups were continually forming and disintegrating. Food was left to cool on plates or to be entirely forgotten; the orchestra never grew tired and the dancers demanded en core after encore. "Ah’m sentimental foh mah O-o-ri-ental!” the colored solo ist shouted above the din, rolling his eyes and mouthing like a cataleptic. "Amusing savages, are they not?" whispered Don Luis Gultterez v Mara, San Pilar’s imported best man. "Droll and beautiful!” whispered the ilarquis. It was just one of the pauses in the whirl, permitting the two foreigners a word in Spanish. "f have been to Morocco—” "This is not Morocco, my friend. To every country its customs. And it is no worse th&n Paris." "Ah. But which Paris?’* "Dance, little fellow," smiled the Marquis, and followed rapidly in the wake of Flora Lee. If her behavior during the evening had stirred his jealousy ho concealed that unpleas ant emotion and smiled blandly as he snatched her from the arms of Hunt er O’Neill, who had much of her at tention that evening. O’Neil’s boyish face ivas hot with excitement; she had broken her engagement with him the week Kan Pilar first eame to town. . . . in her own corner Margaret Peake* had sat out several dances with Jim my Wilder. Since Jeff Carter’s un expected step out of her life she had faced a condition far more trying than widowhood. Had he been her hus band and died honorably she could have put on a black veil and the world would have respected it. But a jilted girl has no simple refuge; she can disappear from the face of the earth or smile and brazen it out. No body, of course, ever mentioned far ter. Sometimes she wished that they would instead of persisting in their damnably offhand manner, ivhich as much as said, ‘‘We'll pretend he never was. That's the wav to keep up a front, dear. We'll all help you to deny him and go on laughing.” Over in her corner Jimmy Wilder was helping her to deny him. Look ing around the. room at the carnival scene which seemed to tear her every nerve to tatters, she grew sorry for Jimmy and his dogged love for her. If only she could make up her mind to do It,. Jimmy was so patient and HO fine; he had something better than a personal fortune, because he had demonstrated his ability in a diffi cult profession. Already be had been mentioned for the editorship of an important paper in Chicago, Shp knew several girls ivho would have beep glad to accept Jimmy for what he was and what he represented. • Olaming from tlie noisy scene to ward the man beside her sht, studied him an instant. He wasn’t handsome. That makes very little dlfferenee to a woman beyond the freshman stage of romance. His face had a pleasant ugliness like that of a bulldog; an inspired bulldog, because his eyes were both keen and witty. She caught his look, intense, devoted, and a momentary pity in her heart caused him to turn suddenly and whisper; "Jimmy, you've got to get over it." "They said the same thing to a man wish typhoid," he replied with a short, Unhappy laugh. "He died next day." "Tomorrow ws all die," she said, and her laugh was but an echo of his. Then with a calmness that was be coming part of herself. "Jimmy, you don't want to marry a leftover." "I’ll kill him if he ever comes back," he promised, his manner now as quiet as her own. Her ill-concealed remark had pro voked this; never before, except to Flora Lee, had she referred to Jeff's defection. She regretted her impulse possibly because it hurt, as it would always hurt, to discuss Jeff Canter. "Let's dance." she suggested, start ing to rise. But he prevented her by slipping a hand over hers. "Peg," he said thickly. "I'll wait for you a thousand years." "Don't 1” she cried sharply and sprang to her feet. "Don't ever say that to me. If you only knew how little It means:” Then he followed her to the danc ing floor end they went whirling away together. (To Bo ronttoued Tomorrow.) If the child labor amendment passes, daughter will have a reasonable ex cuse when she refuses to wash the dishes.—Indianapolis News. Health Commissioner Pinto of Oma ha is inspired to offer a bill to the Nebraska legislature, revoking all marriage licenses in cases where nn children are born within two years. Another way to make divorce easier. —Chicago Post. Never in a Thousand Years < By Briggs - H- - ISL^l mmmm^mmmmmmmmmmm ABIE THE AGENT Drawn for The Omaha Bee by Hershfield NO HARM IN IT. ■ SOME TRuCK^X / 1 HA ABE- \ WAAT To XOU LL i>EC ‘ MAKE AM T\jAV /-\k . Map IMPRE&SlNi* I I ■ I 4. \ THE NEBBS # __HE’S IN AGAIN. _ Pirected forby 50 MeM /Tm GOING to BUILD THE FINEST RESORT^ IN THE COUNTRV AT NORTHVILlE. 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