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4 "THE GOLDEN BED” 1 By W ALLACE IRWIN. Produced a* n Paramount Picture by Cecile B. DeMille From m Screen ***'•* Adaptation by Jcanle Macpherson. (Ceprrteht. 1IJ4) (Continued from Yesterday.) "Isn't It!" chimed Flora Lee with the little foreign accent «h* had ac quired. “I’ll sleep again in my ador itile old bed—I’ve always missed it, honey. And with this spread over % :ion loft. ’ All of which was characteristic of Flora I.ee; Margaret, who soon got „sed to seeing the massive embroidery retched out between her sister's q lardian swans, regarded it somehow an exhibit in the sorry case of ura Lee anil her Don Carlos. Dut just v hut was the sorry case? No body knew and the young Marchesa was gpnerous with Inexactitudes. The Klder Statesladtes of Satsuma ventured this and ventured that. Some said that Bunny had quit her overnight, others that he.had endured while she regaled herself in more exalted company. A tourist hail seen her in one of the cafes in Madrid—a place which Victoria would have called Bohemian; she had been riot ing with such American waifs and strays as drink and borrow in for eign capitals. After a deal of such evidence the verdict was rendered. Flora Lee had become Impossible. Did it matter to the Satsumas? Certainly not. Despite the blasted credit of her family, despite unpretty speeches from old ladles who minced no words behind her back, she remained a Peake. And a Peake had stooped a little to marry a San Pilar. But if her own caste measured, ap praised, discussed her according to their own standards, Admah Holtz saw her in quite a different light. Lideed, it is to he doubted If in all peculiar relations with this ^qvoman he ever really saw her. He visioned her instead. She always, c ame to him In a cloud of self-created light, something that blinded and exalted. His worship was beyond analysis, beyond the reach of Jus tice. On one moonstruck night her little head had rested on his shoul der There had been no love in that. She had yielded to him as she might have yielded to any other pillow, yet he worshiped her quite without un derstanding. The cool capriciousness with which she had invited him to l.er house, and Insulted him with an absent-minded smile, should leave Worked a cure for his diseased ambi tion. It would have been more than «n eye opener for a worldy man. But Admah with all his love of material _-_— r New York --Day by Day ______ By O. 0. M’lNTYRE. New Orleans, Jan. 14.—Tha ap proach to New Orleans is through bayous and dismal swamps. From the ; train window there are fleet, ng glimpses of Pass Christian, Bay St. Bouts and *o so. Then the fringe of the city—ancient homes Jutting on the sidewalk. The antiquity of Paris. , A station sign heralds ‘‘America s Most Interesting City ” And I am inclined to believe there is no exag K< ration. One word describes It. It H different and there is a cosmopoll that not even New York achieves. We had breakfast in the coffee room of tHe St. Charles. It wag early morning and New Orleans with , big baskets was going to market. In a city world famous for Its cutslne, New Orleans lives to eat. Its cooks are descended of the best In France and Spain with the savory dash of Creole. Midtown ts a thicket of cafes—the most famous of which perhaps are Antoine's, I.a Boulslane, Galatolre's, Trnnchina’s and Batttstella's. Zas erac, too, still exists, although the po tent drink that made it famous Is no longer with us. After breakfast we Joined the throngs of Canal street—one of the widest of American thoroughfares. There was a sprinkling of all nations with the French strain predominant. The shops and stores are smart. The people appear brisk and happy. A policeman directed us to the fa moil,, old red light district when New Orleans was a Wide open town. ‘I he ancient cribs where beckoning women > lad thinly it at all—peeped through the shuttered recesses at passersby. The lust of the period has spent Itself. And now the cribs are the Banes of poor hut honest working Hen of all races. I found an old I . irdiug house where Befcadio Hearn, ■ one of our greatest geniuses of let ■ to ■, tapped his myopic and tragic V a V, W<* returned to the St. Charles to i lit llie arrival of Will Hogg and Bassett Blakely from Houston who b id in an unguarded moment prom ! I to Join us hero. Ho fir I have ■ lined with Bill—who Is an epicure excellence—In New' York, Paris, ^PUMco City, Boston, Ht. Bouts, Sun ' nlonio and other famed eating < enters and I was anxious for Ills guidance here. The first snow storm of its kind In 30 years held up his train four hours. Bassett owns the ranch and the stampeding cattle that gave such vividness to tho movie film "North of 36.” They arrived near mid afternoon and we went to Antoine's for lunch. AVe started off with their moat fa mous dish — Oystere Rockefeller, cooked In the hot sands as they are cooked in Castle Cave in New York. Then we had anails—the moat delec table In my opinion of all dishes. The rest of the meal wae good, but noth Ing that might not be eeoured any where eave for the piping hot long loaves of French bread. Antoine s fin s true Parislap atmosphere. It Is jestful and pleasant. Afterward we prowled about the antique ghopa In the neighborhood of fit. Bouts street. Bill le an antique Shark. Bassett and I are congenital lowbrows but we humored him AVhlle BUI reveled among the dusty treasures Bassett and I were fasci nated by the human antique who act ed aa guide. He wae as tliln ss a whisper with a ponderous Adam's apple and huge tufts of black hair sprouting from either ear. Orleans Is Hie oyster capital *^of the world. The luggers bring dully the most succulent to the Oyster Binding. We decided to dine solely oysters at one of Hm hundreds of oyster bars standing HP "t the mar in counter and receiving them as fitst ss they were opened. 1 went to sleep dreaming of being chased t Muijgh Nijvv Orleans runs clothing 1. a iiuui citing shark. I t — was never worldly. Ha liked > l>e deceived. \\ hen Flora Lee came back Admah a In his late thirties. He still car 1 the wound that she had given dui. but the pain reacted In a curl mis way. He blamed her not at all. I lie Money Devil was the scapegoat upon which he turned his spleen. Money. “Get the coin," as Elmer Hemingway had put It. Let the Sat sumas bluff as they would, First Citi zens were ranked by the checks they could write. On that bald principle Admah had done not so badly. The War might have made another story for him, but when he sought to volunteer a con scientious surgeon Insisted that he had flat feet, a disability which did not Interfere with his being drafted and left to moulder In a training camp. This camp had been near town, making it convenient to Ser geant Holtz to direct his brother Jo —providentially found unfit for serv ice—so that the Candy Holtz Idea did not languish during a sugar short age. Herslnger, the proud confec tioner of Grand Avenue, had been less fortunate. Germanic sympathies did not make for prosperity In the Anglo-Saxon South. In 1919 the sign CANDY HOLTZ, beautifully engraved on a silver bourd, made Its unostentatious ap pearance over the door where Her singer had once stood to fawn upon the ladies of Satsuma. Hersinger's—for the towm still called It that, In spite of the change of sign—had for years been a favor ite rendezvous. The Yankee Invasion which was complete by 1921, altered the genernl character of the town, but the shopping district still held to Its old axis, Herslngnr's store front, almost opposite the Federal Building, continued to Invite the younger set to morning Ice cream sodas and ma tronly bargain hunters to chicken salad luncheons in the rear. Her singer's was rated as “nice,” and un der Admah Holtz's management it did not fail in ttie niceties. Satsuma clansladies liked Mr. Holtz because he was so quiet and obliging, and his delivery service was prompter than Hersinger's had been. In 1921 Admah belonged to the Rotary Club and one or two other national organizations. Since the dis astrous tea party in 1913, when he had appeared in tobacco brown and very tight shoes, he had made some progress In that sophomorlc problem. What the Well Dressed Man Will Wear. Monty Fernhack, who -had be come an automobile agent, Introduced him to a traveling tailor with New York samples. The best barber at the Hamilton Hotel kept his vigorous wavy hair In reasonable condition. A powerfully built, active man on the young side of forty, he made a pre sentnble appearance, as a few young I women admitted. He entered Her singer’s with a quiet air of ownership, kept his eye on everything, knew everybody, and most Important of all, he wasn’t intrusive. The Satsumas hated tradespeople to be intrusive. He was moving toward middle age, a growing figure in a world of figures. His eyes no longer dreamed; they had grown almost fiercely awake. All the time he was working, planning, conquering—for what? Elmer, the usher, had said, “Get the coin," snd Admah was getting it. For what again? Maybe it was for the satisfac tion it gave him to feel his feet plant ed on material things. People, though a little patronizingly perhaps, now addressed him as Mr. Holtz. He took their orders without the turn of an eyelash, always agreeable, al ways scheming toward another rise on the ladder. Jo, who had grown balder and tlm idea and shabbier with the years, con tinued to run the Red Front Store on State Street. He had moaned "Look out!” when Admah planned to buy Hersinger’s. Ho would have nothing to do with the Herslnger idea, and as a result Admah found himself in sole proprietorship of a very profit able enterprise. Here to the best of his ability he served a frivolous world, knowing his customers by name as you might know a row of puppetB. More humanly there was Margaret Peake. His life had crossed hers again by the merest chance of for tune. A colony of new rich, who had conquered the hills along the River Boulevard, patronized Hersinger's more liberally than the Satsumas had ever done. They were particular about their dinner favors, these hot spending people. Adrirnh Holtz, who had once dreamed of iron and con quest as he shoveled coke Into Mn loch's mouth at the Plow and Tool Works, found himself in 1921 Bceklng pretty place cards for the local plu toernoy. Eastern stationers sent trite samples. One day lie came upon a row of impertinent, amusing paper figures In the window of an abscure book store. Sweet little ladles, six inches high, pirouetted In dresses of silk and lace. They were quaint, and they were salable. He sought their origin and found that they were made by Miss Margaret Peake. Subsequently Herelnger's sold Mar garet's paper dolls, and in that way she passed through Admah's zone. She was a peculiar girl, he thought, with a curiosity that wasn’t prying exactly—it was too kind for that. Quite without selfconsciousness he told her about himself and his busi ness. she liked to hear about every thing. and their friendship was so unaffected that it gave him a shock sometimes when he remembered that she was a Peake and not to be treat ed like common folks. She was straightforward. No fuss and fixin's. The kind of a girl a man likes to have around. Right good lookJn . too. in a sensible way. . . . He had hoard about the Jimmy Wilder case; how she had given him the gate, for no particular reason, aad settled down to be an old maid. Too bad. She'd have made a right sweet wife for somebody. . . . If Admah saw Flora Lpp through a blinding light he reserved for her elder sister the cool spectacles of real ism. Margaret was a comfort to his reasoning mind; Flora Fee touched him like a firebrand, bringing devas tation. He never forgot her and nev er mentioned her name through all the years she was away. So much for the poor reflection of his love. Then came the afternoon when Flora Lee appeared again. "If Bunny ever had a human emo tion," a sweet, rough voice was drawl ing over on® of Hersineer's glV*‘ topped tables, "ho must hav* checked it at thn Customs House. . . . dg seended from a raft of those dear old Crusader# who used to lock their wives In Iron cages ihen go to aome darned old holy war . . . bet they had all the showgirls they wanted in Jerusalem. 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