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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 23, 1925)
“THE GOLDEN BED” ~ By WALLACE IRWiy. Produced aa a Paramount Picture by Cectle B. DeMUIe from a Screen Adaptation by Jeanie Macpheraon. ' (Corrrtaht J»J4) (CoattaiMd from Yesterday.) He dished away toward the pert mutuela and placed their bets, a hun dred each, as the windows were clo* ing. In some trepidation he hurried back, afraid that ehe would disappear again without a thought of him. But there ehe was, standing just beyond the Jockey Club gate; she was glow ing with excitement as he put the ticket in her hand. We're goln' to have luck. Mister--” "Candy Man,” be supplied, em boldened. "Did I make you awfnl mad when I called you that?” *‘I reckon so,” he mumbled, and was in a state of extreme exaltation ns he guided her toward the rail. Hq was conscious of eyes following them, and his heart beat high. The red-coated leader on his ralloo horse came out again, this time at the head of the Derby entries. Shali dado, as if conscious of bis victorious record, stepped daintily, precisely, two behind the leader. Black Hex, turned suddenly to a foaming devil, curvetted and bucked his way toward the pole. "I love them when they act upl" whispered Flora Lee. They were leaning against the rati, crowded together to accommodate the other spectators. Her sweet body lay against him, almost in his arms. AVhen she moved her head a queer little feather In her queer little hat tickled his neck. He wanted to an swer her, but his throat was dry. . . . Crack! Earth and heaven roared again as the horses plunged forward for the fourth event,. ‘‘Hex! Hex! Oh, you silly fool!” Flora Lee was pounding the boards, transported with rage, for her fa vorite had bucked once too often, per mitting four horses to plunge ahead of him at the start. Then he straightened out to his work, runnli^ dose in a compact bunch of horses that neared the first sharp turn— this was the Graveyard Curve In the Bradbury course. With Shalidado a length ahead his Jockey misjudged Ills angle—or so the Racing Editions said—and the subsequent spill was as disastrous as a shell explosion in a troop of cavalry. Shalidado seemed to turn a somersault. His jockey whirled head over heels. Two more horses plunged into the mass and went sprawling. - "Heavens, he's killed!” "Mercy, the poor fellow!” "The horse is dead!" "No. but lie s broken his leg!" With screams and clamors of coiw niiseratlon in the air Black Hex leapt over the Jumbled, kicking heap, got on the straightway and led the field by half a dozen lengths. "Oh, joy!" shrieked Flora Lee, and her hand had clutched Admah s hys terically. "He can’t lose now. Come awn! Come awn, you black devil!” Black Hex made good his lead to (he last turn where Oooliman pressed him to the winning post. "We've won. Didn't I know we would!” shrieked Flora Lee, both her arms around Admah’g elbow. "Tea, We did. But T reckon that Jockey’s hurt pretty bad." Two uni formed men were carrying away a parti-colored body. "Why didn’t we bet a thousand on Hex?” site cried "Weren't we sillv?' "Weren't we?" echoed Admah, hav ing the same thought. Again she had opened her pretty mouth to speak, then turned suddenly and straightened up as ihough some one had struck her. Hunter O'Neill, his face very red, stood at her elbow . "Well. I thought we'd lost you," ho said, his smile awry. "Your loss my gain, fluntle dear,' she rippled. “Do you know wlial I've won? How much have I won. Mr. Holtz?”, "Two or three hundred dollars," re plied Admail, grown sullen before the man he had defied at Hersinger's. "Think of that! You never brought me sueh luck. You know Mr. Holtz, don't you? And, Mr. Holtz, X won der if you’d be ever ho sweet and cash in my tickets? Oh. thanks." His heart rebelled but his legs obeyed. Flora Lee's sudden change of manner at O'Neill's appetirance roused his old resentment. He'd be durned if he'd let her use him for a chore boy. He'd be durned if be would. So resolved, he got himself in line at the cashier's window. Black Hex was paying three forty-six. en riching the few at the expense of the many. Admah came awya with three hundred and forty-six dollars for him self and as much for Flora Lee. He quite overlooked the hundred which he had bet for her. She always moved him to such gestures. "You're prefectly gorgeous," she declared, slipping the bills into her handbag, not taking the trouble to count them. "I'll never bet again without your advice." Right under O’Neill’* nose she said this openly flirting with Admail. He warmed immediately. "Oh. it was just luck, Madam," said poor Holtz. "Come on, they're waiting," O'Neill suggested roughly. "Let them.” trilled Flora Lee. She turned on Admah such a look as only angels can command. "Aren't you coming to see me?" she asked pathetically. , “You wouldn't be home, 1 reckon.”' he answered with a miserable sort of I giggle “I'm at home nearly all the time." She was sad again. "Well then." lie brightened. "I might come tonight." "Oh. Not tonight." This was quite definite. "There's a foolish party on at the Sycamore Club.” Mention of the Sycamore recreated the wall between them. "Well,” he growled. "X said—" "But you could come tomorrow night, couldn't you?" "What time?” "Oh, Just any time. There, you will come! And now t must run before Huntle starts tearing off his collar.” It was r minute after nine when Admah faced the clumsy brick facade of the Texas Apartments and found Miss Peake's engraved card beside the Marquesas over a letter box in the foyer. Pressing a. button marked "3-A," he was rewarded by a me chanical click click on the latch. As he ascended a door half opened on the third landing: the elderly negress whom he had quizzed at the auction received him rather coldK at first, but warmed somewhat when he ex plained that he was Mr. Holtz and was expected. Despite their changed environment the Peakes carried with them an atmosphere which manage' to rob him of his ease The hallway was little and narrow, but old Linda's manner was palatial. Opal clouds of tobacco smoke floated througli a drawing room dooi low. Infatuated voices reached his ear. Occasionally a shriller exclama tion—Flora Lee's—would minctuate the drone; "Aw, come awn, IXuntie! 1 made it no trumps." Itreeolutelv Admah loked In and saw four figures leaning over a small green table. One of the Marquesa's slender, gleaming arms had just gone out to gather in the cards; she was smoking a cigarette .in a ridiculously long holder. When he entered the room she was too busy to look up. O’Neill's face was purple and heavy: he wasted an unfriendly sidelong glance at Admah. then returned to his cards. All this was pretty cool, thought Admah; then with a flash of resent ment he notlred shat the men were not dressed of the evening. Such matters counted with hint, for he had just reached the self-conscious stag, of civilized deportment. Why had he taken all the trouble to put on a din ner suit. That, apparently, wasn't the thing in Peake circles. He had a mind to turn and walk out before anybody look notice of hint, but al ready old Linda was saying to he mistress, "Mist' Holt, Miss Flo’ Lee. The Marqueaa de Ban Pilar finished her hand, then decided to rise and be hospitable "So good of you to come"' she be gan. Horrors: She had -aid some thing like that the afternoon he came to tea. "Good evenin’. Madam," he re sponded with great formality, feeling sure that Madam, was the thing tt^ -7-— - set Rut apparently no* All three players looked up. startled. It was a.* though he had sworn at her “You know everybody, don't you?" Madam ehlrped on, “Mrs. Bailing", and Mr. Ballinger and Mr. O'Neil1"' \dmah knew Mrs. Ballinger her husband, a tall, blofftr young man was agreeable, "too. Rut O'Neill was plainly annoyed. "Vou were such \ dear to come. Flora l,ee protested—perhaps too tmirh and I hope you won't mind looking on inst a minute Or won't you play my hand?" •'No thanks. Madam lie managed, to explain, "1 don i think 1 know the came." •'Lucky man:’ It was the kind Hebe Balllncer who came to hi* re# cue. O'Neill helped himself from * tall class. ■■\\e'\e .Imply cot to play out the rubber," Flora l.ee went on. "Vou will he patient, won't you? Find softie Hcarets In the bo* there. If you 11Ke our peel house kind. Have a drink'1' "No thank*. Ml**—Madam "Of course, von will. Unda, fetch a gla** for Mr, Holt*. If* the worst Sin y6u ever tasted. Mr. Holt*, lluntie makes it out of • arholli ""id and something like moth ball*. Bn* It's quite fhtosIcatinE. Ves, dar ling—" this to llebe—"deal the card* I II l»e right there. You'll l-e bored to death, waf. hinge ur Mr. Holtr 1 •* flnd a magazine over there by tin lltchf* Thank you Madam tlo Be t ..attnned Tomorrow I Tho duat of the wind doth blow. The undertaker plana ahead While the doctor s-»t.a the dough. /—:—■— New York —Day by Day— ____* By O. O. MINTYKF, Houston, Tex., .Ian- 22.—T have often wondered why the chili bean lias been neglected In the east. New York has never been able to sup port a chill parlor. "The deadline for chill seems to be at Pittsburgh. It is a succulent dish pungent with warmth. They have a dish In Houston known as “two in the red”—two fried eggs covered with chili. The Texan as a rule eats a hearty break fast. He does not have a coffee and roll in a hurry. Sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, corn cakes and coffee are not unusual for the morning meal. Corncakes are not dispelled by maple syrup or honey. They are but tered and eaten plain. It may be that a full breakfast is responsible for the ruggedness of the men. IVIld rice and snap beans are two dishes we know nothing about In the east. This morning after greakfast we motored out to a fine old southern plantation. On the way we saw many prairie dogs and wild ducks skim med over head. There were many darky servants on the plantation who had been born there. Some of them had rie\er been off 'he place. It is their world and they know no Other. They have their lit tie cabin and a hound dog and are supremely happy. For recreation they go hunting and at night sing crooning, eerie songs. There was an echo of the dim past when one rheumatic old darky said to our host: “I belonged to your dad dy and I'm Just a po* no account darky now, but I know you Is gwlne to take care of me as long as I live.” Texas has many “Black Mammy” »x-slaves. Norman G. Kitrell, a Hous ton editorial writer, who is past 70. still has In his neighborhood the old “Mammy" of his boyhood. She is past 90. There 1* something fresh, trig and •pick about the older men of the south. They do not condemn them selves to the chimney corner*. As * rule they die In harness. Their bodies do not wear out and their brains are alert to the end. They may be ssns teeth and sanj hair, but never wins] spirit. 1 have often commented on the pathetic plight of the aged In New York. The old men there seem to he the shabbiest pawns In life—husks living on husks. You see them walk trig along the street with their lips mumbling as "old parties" and the younger world passes them by with "light recognition. Toil find many men In the south who were bi/di In New York. The lorn New Y'orker la rare In his home city. I asked several of them If they ever thought of returning to their birthplace to live. Not one entertain ed such a notion. Mnet southern men are accomplish «d f'ooks. They know lio-w to prepare g complete rneal as well as tbelr wives, and when the wives go sway for a visit they do not move to their clubs. They rather look forward to experimenting In the kitchen. Many children In Houston hate pontes. The pony Is ** extinct In New Tori; as the pug dog. The henvy traffic; makes the plessure dangerous. 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