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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 24, 1925)
“THE GOLDEN BED” 1 By W ALLACE IHW7.V. Produced a. . Paramount Picture by Cecile B. BeMllle From a Screen Adaptation by Jennie Macphereoo. [ (Coovrlaht. 1924) ft iinfiiitlrd fniro Yesterday.) lie wasn't to be outdone lu man ner*. Yet he had an uneasy sensa • Min In the hack of his dinner Jacket !• * |f all the eyes in the room were burning glasses. Still talking, the >lari|uesa fluttered hack and took up her .aids Again the game settled jnio tha monosyllabic state. . . . Ad mnh sal reticent as a boy. . . . ■'You've trumped my ace, Madam." lie heard O'Neill say very distinctly. Shut up!” commanded Flora I.ee, and the game went on. Admah looked hungrily toward the cuter door, longing to go home; hut like many another shy person, he dreaded the excuses and protestations which his sudden departure would pe • cssitate. Under the lamp he found a pile of magazines, also several paper-bound hooks which gave him ip.thing for the simple reason that they were French. I.lnda brought In a drink In n tall glass. It had the turpentine flavor ..| home-made gin. lie gulped fever ishly, appraising the Peakes In their . hanged estate. Quite a difference, In thought, from I he spacious inte i iur of ihe I lines Street house. The wallpaper was of a poisonous green and the woodwork a silly, glassy yel low like liadly pulled taffy. The i hairs and sofa, covered with faded machine-made tapestry, had the im pertinent look which cheap counter feits usually wear. Ills eves missed no detail, having plenty of leisure to observe, lip took in i lie coarse portieres and wondered a limit the scratched sliding doors, half rinsed at Ills elbow. Through ilie aperture he got a glimpse of iml talinn Wedgewnod platters on a greasily varnished plate rail. A shadow moved against the edge of a, dining room table; then he saw Mar garet Peake, a drawing hoard propped against her knees, sketching under ilie ugly overhead light. Her chest nut hair gleamed red. and in that un suspecting moment her face held the severe beauty of a Sybil. An instant Inter she reached nut toward a bottle Ilf India ink on the tahle and in look ing up her eyes met Admah's. "It's lovely to see you again,” she • i >d. giving him her hand as he came in. ‘‘I was so up in my ears that I didn't know where I was. " She showed a confusion at odds with her usual calm. "I—I just dropped in.” he began lamely, eatehlng embarrassment from embarrassment as bashful men usual ly do. • Sit down, won't you? You'll have time to talk to me?” "I reckon I will." lie confessed. "1 r New York --Day by Day— L _—-——' By o. o. McIntyre. Houston. Tex.. Jan. 23.— Hast night we hart a chicken barbecue at ‘'Tall Timbers." From the porch in a clear ing we could sea the white-jacketed negroes "barbecuing” the fowls over a roaring log blaze. The barbecue was brought in steaming hot and eaten before a fireplace at least 1« feet w.'le. Th“ log file is something we miss where living is more era ill pert—where l.iichfn is a kitcheneljn arul a living mom Is a comhinatfon dining and bed room. Before a log fire we somehow pleasantly weave our thoughts to the dancing flames as a spider might ah t •< h it* gossamer web to|a spray of ro^e bush. To break the revery is like receiving a dish nf cold water. I think Kodln must have gathered substance for ids “Thinker" befme a log fire 'I he barbecue was chiefly fur the younger folk boys home from eastern univer sities and girls from boarding school*. A* a rule I am lost for conversa tion among youngsters, but these seemed Just a little different. tun drifted naturally Into conversation With them. The only one who seemed diffident and detached was hke my self from the east. ' On our way home we passed s litt e candle lit cabin on wheels. A colored woman and seven pickaninnies were moving across the spaces to new fields. Their progress had been stopped by the ' nortliei. She w rocking away crooning a lullaby—per fectly content. I could not help hut think nf the pm sv and fussy people of my world who fret all day if their commutation train Is a few moments late. We knocked at the door just to see lr there was any help we might offer. She waddled to the door grinning—an adipose creature of amiability. We could do nothing. Soon "kies would he clearer, the earth dryer and thev could go on in their prosaic ad venture. The shy little picksninnes peeped at us from under the bed and behind ehalrs. As one who lives somewhat from a... to dav on the products of a pen lirnl myself Just a little jealous of tin great fortunes made here in the southwest. A man buy" a slret. It oT land and in a few yeors It has more that! trebled in value Down here « man mav find an oil gusher In Ida back yard and lie a* rich aa froeaoa over night. Sinister magic lurks in a dark coun try mad. Now and then a cotton tail hypnotized by the auto searchlights would "top In the road, then Iwnind iiwav into the brush. An old man whose face was full nf gnarled lines passed us on a mule. A huge nark of provisions hung front oil Iter side of ids saddle. Near a ravine groups or vagabonds were hovering about the • hatred embers of a fire. Now and then th* moon tried to «how it* * through dull courts. Far *w>y whh ihr blood c ut filing cry of the coyote. Si lence—and the screech of an owl. 1 w»* glad to get hack to the comfort Intc coverlet* of the deeping porch. I have always folded myself with the idea that I could live anywhere I happened to be. Hut it Im m petti coat mirage. I find more that I »•»" always anxloua at the end of a visit to K**t back to New York. My h.ippi •Nt year* have been cant then1. And while I lie vet feel It I* really home, It Im the nearest to home I l.imw. And that, a* eomeona ha* Maid, 1* go met hing. ThlM evening I attended a dinner At h club. I ww* Introduced mm "u typical New Yorker from Hannibal. Me." I wonder If the toa*tina*tei could have been thinking »»f Mark Twain? Plattabiirg, Mo., should not Im mo neglected. sort of thought I’d And your sister at home, so i called.” Margaret drew In a corner of h#r nmuth and said with one of her dry smiles; "Many call, but few an chosen.” He didn't like that In her; it showed a tendency to he disloyal. Rage as he might at Flora Lee, he resented any criticism of her. Margaret might have been jealous. “You won't mind my working while "e talk, will you?” she asked, ar.d resumed her drawing. "1 promised to get these things done tonight.” He ftmked over her shoulder and saw what she was doing. She was Inking in a fashion drawing; it pre sented a lady with pointed Angers, pointed toes, pointed hat; her angles affectedly twisted, showed between pointed skirts; her mouth was a little round dot. her eyes. Idiotically wide a?)art. w'rre represented by two lai» er dots. “Oh. That's for the Fashion Page.” he ventured. • “My stars!” She drew in a corner of her mouth, but didn't look up. You don’t mean to say you read the Fashion Page!” “Everybody does. I reckon,” said Admah inadequately. “I do two a day like this. I can do them in my sleep. You put In dots for the eyes and one hand up and one hand down and one foot twisted around like a rooster's. I'm going to write some blurb about Real Lace for Real Ladies. But 1 musn't he too darned superior or people won't read me.” "I heard you were on the Evening Democrat,” he said. “Who told you?” She gave him a quick, keen glance. “Mr. Wilder, 1 think it was.” “Oh!” She resumed her drawing, and presently said, “I was mighty glad tio read about your success.” "It ain't that, yet,” he replied, but was pleased. “I think it will he. T haven’t for gotten what you said about the duck on the edge of the ditch. I'm on tn« edge of the ditch now. and I really love to padrlle. Only it's queer, rath* er. .lust as I'm beginning to learn how, here you are up on the lawn, spreading your feathers.” “I've often wanted to talk to you," he admitted. "About what?” “Well, I'm in a business I had to learn overnight. I took it on a bet, you might say. And I've often want ed to come around and talk U» you " "Me? I've never made a pi >w n my life.” she laughed. / “I reckon you could,” said Admah, full of cool admiration for this admir able woman. "If you want my advice—” sr.e waited until she had brushed ill a long, affected shadow before resuin ing—“this is what I'd like to say Don't fool with the rainbows. If you want to conquer, keep your mind on your army. Caesar was #11 right, you know, till he went to Egypt and got to playing round with—” The sliding door came back, a thun derous racket, and Flora Lea stood on the sill. “Oh, Peg!” she cried, confronting them both, a vivacious figure, a tir toe Jn her little high-heeled slippers short hair swirling, a sidereal glory, You've stolen him right under my nose!” "Yes.” Margaret smiled at lie? drawing, "lie was going home.” "You weren't so, wrere you. Mr Holt*?” and then to Margaret, an I though be were, not here, "He prom isCtj to stick it till we played out P»« I think you’re perfect little devils rubber. Do come help me. Mr. Hdtz. Huntie O’Neill’s mad and we re nil in a perfectly delightful rage." Margaret did not look up as he slid out of the room, obediently following her sister. to run away like this,” Flora Lee w-ih saying to the Ballingers, who had pit* on their coats. “You ought to -Uhl; around and get revenge. I’ll nu\ Mr. 'Holts to take a hand! lies flight fulls lucky, aren't you, Mr. Holtz/'' "Sometimes.” Admah never r*-it tin fortunate when Flora Lee siniied on him. ■ I wish we could,” dimpled the pieasant llebe. “But if you ij.v • Dun another of those synthetic rickeyg heaven knows how I'll manage him. "You’ve studied It out before.” inti mated Dan, his kindly brown eyes swimming. "And, Huntie! What are you doin'?” Flora lx*e made a pretty play at taking off his overcoat. "Just lemrnc be,” commanded Hunt er, drawing back with an uncouth gesture. Ballinger and his wife ex changed swift glances. "We've promised 1° take Huntie home and sh«»w' him the new radio,” explained Ballinger gallantly. "One excuse good as another.” O'Neill's swollen eyelids came to get her like hags and his mouth was unpleasant as he leered at Flora Lee In Admah the look aroused old blood thirst*; he trailed h night when, the * irrus was in town ami he had thrown a drunken tent man down u flight of itllri. We’ll alt *#• the radio.** ehitped Hebe. She took O Neill b> an arm. “Well, good night. Flora Lee. NU-e P» rty." So they got him out of the door. O'you know." ha id Adniah. look ing sheepishly around to that the (lining room door was rinsed, “for a nickel I d have smashed that Jack ass.*’ "Oh. would you?** Flora l-.ee brought her little hands together and worshipped hint. “Poor Huntie! lies getting too awful for the zoo. It must he that Kin he makes at home |)«» help yourself to a elg.iret an*1 let's have Linda mix us another riekey. Linda!*' And when the re sponse. •Vasin!” came creakingly Flora Lee explained to her gue.-l,( "The poor thing s doddering. Hut sh« has »o work be< His*e tier no count granddalighter wants to give music lessons and ba a lady. She rome* down on old Idnda every time the rent a due. Ain’t family pride a holy thing!*' "Yes, It la. Madam," replied Adinah stiffly. Flora Fee laughed, a pleasant, tea* I UK wound. "Fur goodness sake, stop culling me Madam!’* Hut voy told me to—** l knew 1 nay a l»i of thin**. Hut everybody rail* me F*h >m l.ee. ami why almiilitn t you'.'" All right, Mia* "We all rail you Admah." "Oil* U<* you, Miaa KUira H* win overcome. __ •'Ton mustn't think I've forgotten. Ad mu h " (To Bo Costlnsed Monday.) When Kas heutera are connected with flues, to carry off the poisonous products of combustion, they b^fon.e a source of comfort rather than a source of danger. in* i n 1 r ill By Briggs ABIE THE AGENT Drawn for The Omaha Bee by Hershfield \ ire Vmm. * • ! t NEAR JOE quJTS YES, 1 SEEM A COMEtJIAM IN HIM 'N A nr- -- YEATYER last <Y - HE just Fc* Fun, ESK TW&T CcM'tiTED Quy HO*; HlS CCMEt>Y i% \X»» H£ KKO*S, i srevi *** -« **b3M ifrimtf*-. mmtmm 3 * THE NEBBS OH, LET IT BE SOON. Directed for Ihe Umaha Bee by Doi ne.s AWELL This LOOPS L'PC MV NEST FOR I OrON T SET Twc. 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