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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 29, 1925)
“THE GOLDEN BED” By W ALLACE IRWIN. Produced as a Paramount Picture hr Cecile B. HeMllle From a Screen Adaptation hr Jeanle Macpheraon. (Copvrlaht. 1114) L_ (ranttnned from Yesterday.) "Margaret, is it Flora Lee you mean?” "I know I'm disloyal.” His face set stonily on the road ahead. "Then you do mean Flora Lee,” he decided gruffly. "You mustn’t:” Bhe spoke rapid ly now like one possessed by another's spirit, compelling speech. "She's nev er touched any man's like without mining it. Look at poor Huntie o'Neill—he was a good clean hoy when she first got hold of him. Look nt half a dozen others—maybe they weren't worth her trouble, but she spoiled them Just the same. And San i’ilar. . . ." He would have Interrupted her, but she shook her head impatiently and hurried on with her condemnation; "You mustn't want her. Y’ou mustn't. I'm not saying this because I don't love her. It's not her fault that she - is the way she is. . . . It’s our rotten blood, . . . What am I saying? Ad inah. . . Again she was motionless, staring, and out of the silence he heard him self clear his throat and ask: "What is it you want me to dn, Margaret?” "I want you to tell me the trutlt Do you intend to marry Flora Lee?” He watted an instant to control hi* voice, hut when It came his reply was unusually calm. "No. Margaret. I wouldn't even aslt her. I'm not quite a damn fool." "I’m glad.” she whispered, then crumpled against the cushions and began to cry. On Hallowe'en night the dinner was set for half past eight, an hour to which Admah seemed just another practical joke on that night of pranks. But she called it chic. That settled it unquestionably, so it was arranged that his guests should begin their hors d'oeuvres at about the tlms Dutch Hill was going to lied. After his visit to the barber shop Admah had a bowl of tomato soup and two mutton chops In the Hamilton grill This was treason, but the fond strengthened him for the evening's trials. At eight he killed his headache with a fizzy sedative at a soda fountain. Then he went up to the ballroom and peered in. It had been transformed into a big. gaudy restaurant with plenty of floor space in the center. On a dais, under a canopy of bine grapes and autumn leaves Rosengnr ten's Saxophone Eight—which Flora Lee had wheedled him into import ing from St. Louis—were tuning up ^ —— ■ ■ — — ' -- * New York --Day by Day -' By 0. 0. M’INTYRE. Mew York, Jan 28.—Out on North Brother Island there le a group of men who huddle together at even tide to watch the faint glow thRt lifts itself above New York’s sky line —like a city’s passions smoking to the heavens. Little tugs often skirt the Island, un bind their cargo dt food and clothes and scurry away as though chased by the furies. The Inhabitants of the island gaze wistfully. They know they will never again come In con tact with their fellows. They ere lep ers. They are doomed to tortured days of slow death. Now and then a tiny c imp fire burns. It Is the signal. An oilier soul has escaped from physical agony. And a tug arrives to carry away a disinfectant reeking pine box. The radio has proved a benefi cent boon to the social castaways on the island. Only recently one was Installed and it has cheered the un fortunates up as nothing else has. And curiously enough their favorite tunes are those of the lively jazz bands. The oldest leper there is 70 years. He is a Chinese and a scholar. He has given many of his fellows a philos ophy of life that has helped in the travail. The youngest Is a youth 22, whoso eyes are empty sockets. The lepers find what nmuyment they can in their dreary cifnmon place existence. So one with infinite patience has trained a turtle to come when called. It Is the only pet on the Island and makes lls home under one of the small shacks. / The small leper colony has com fortable quarters. They are given clean tieds and well cooked food. There is much to read for those who desire, but most of them prefer to sit silently In their chairs. Conversa tion Is rare. For, indeed, what is there to say! David Bslsusco blves an after-theater party each time he presents a new play. He does not take his guest* to ths fashionable restaurants, but to Child’s testaurant on 42d street. Belasco Is fond of the celebrated but ter cakes served there, it was at one of these parties that some discover ed there were 13 at the table. Morris Gest happened to come in. He was asked to join them to circumvent the superstition and he was placed next to Belasco's daughter. And thus began the romance which ended In Gest becoming Belasco’s son-in-law. Teople who bore me; “America's sweetheart1’ movie stars; doctor* who announce new schemes to prolong life 27 years and cannot cure whoop ing cough; wonder kiddles of vaude ville; women who smoke clgaret* In hotel lobbies snd artists who wear Elbert Hubbard ties. The New Yorker Is always suspl clous. He will refuse to accept sam ples of (hewing gum, candy or the like from those employed to pass them out on the street. The other day the matter wna being discussed In a club and 20 dimes were placed In 20 small white envelopes. A member of ttie club went out on the sidewalk and n half-hour's time was only able to give two away. And the.second reelp lent went two bloeks to a corner policeman and said; “A nut Is over th'-re giving money sway." Jle curnu very near being arrested. The Word “culture” goes hand in hand with great learning. I often wonder If one has anything to do With the other. It seems to me the most cultured man I know is one who has had little education, lie Is * clerk In a mid town store, lie Is the personification of gentleness. 11“ I* deeply religious and gives one third of his meager salary to ehnrlty. Jl" quit school at the age of 12. (Copyright i»J» » 1 their terrible silvery noise machines The chandeliers were covered with gigantic orange lanterns which resem bled either pumpkins or harvest moons; Admah couldn't decidp which. Pink and purple cosmos, on stalks as tall as young trees, were banked around the room. It should have heen a great night for Admah Holtz. On his account the haughty Sycamore Club had seen its annual dinner shrink to a very minor affair. An emperor's room had been decked for him; and wasn't it a delight to know that the town was coming to do him honor—the town that had kicked him from gutter to alley less than twenty years before? But all the time the question rang like a cracked bell through his brain What am I doing here? What’s It all about? Aren't these fine people com ing to please Flora Bee, who belongs, whpn I don't? To add to his depression a boy brought up his mail, and he found several belated regrets. They were from elder and more solid Saisumas, those whom Flora Bee railed the Dull Set. An epidemic of bad colds had broken out in the Dull Set. He was cheered a little when Mr. Browne Folsom, manager of the hotel, came up rubbing bis hands. "Books pretty nice, hey, Mr. Holtz? Biggest private dinner we've given since Bord Mack intosh came here with Ills polo team. Now about the drinks. "I've got a sideboard fixed in the Red Room—" with one of those signaling looks we have learned since alcohol become illegal, hence universal—"The Mar quesa fixed it wdth the Chief, so yoji can go as far as yoi5 like. Wonderful little woman. Mr. Holtz." Admah opened another note. "Dear Admah," he read In Mar garet's clever hand, "I was going to come, but I find I just ran’t. I’m working like fury on an extra Job. But that isn't my excuse. I hope your party will he a big success, If that's what you want." "What I want." he echoed vaguely'. "What in hell does she think I want? I wish she could tell me." v He had an Impression of all aorta of hands popping out to shake his; delicate, tapering things some of them, jeweled fingers and a cold, re luctant clasp. He had an impression of Flora Bee in a gown of pale rose like a flamingo's wing. She devel oped a terrible energy and pulled him from place to place to shake more meaningless hands, lie had an Im pression of jumbled people talking faster and faster; an impression of intimate, clubby jokes shot under hi* nose or over his head, and of a comic fat boy, trying to make him drink with everyone he met; then an im presslon of Flora Bee. centering a group of men. laughing shrilly, ex changing funny Insults, kissing an old fellow on his bald spot. That shocked Admah. but only vaguely. The Atterburys came in. He joined them In a cocktail, on* too many, and had an impression ol Mr. Canfield’s rancid smile. Admah wandered about a great deal, holding a fixed expression until Ills jowls stiffened with it. Somehow separate from his guesis, he was amused to think of himself as the proprietor of Hersinger's. passing from table to table to see that every body was being properly served. While young Salaiitna drank up hi* cocktails, refusing to dine while the drinks lasted, their host found him self stranded In cornel* or walking briskly from group to group, Id* eyss gl.i-'sy bright hi pretense of recogniz ing a newcomer, . . . Vaguely at lus shoulder he heard voices In discussion—It w*s at the door of the Red Room where the crowd was thickest. ", . . and everybody who's heen to Paris has heard about Savarae . . . when he gives a lady a tea party nr a pleasant look. . . . And when he went to Spain to dodge the war he went right on . . . greatest collector In Kurope. . . "Tee-heel”, , , s tenor voice re a ponding. . . . "Collector is good. 1 notice she hasn't bragged shout him since she first got home from Spain. . . Admah turned suddenly to see two men. a tall one and a short one flushed with amusing gossip. At sight of him they checked their mirth, as by tacit consent, and strode away into the Red Room. . . . The> hadn't wanted him to hear. Savarae. . . . They'd been talking about Floiu Bee. . , , When at last the crowd began mov ing toward the tables and the saxo phones struck up a diabolical blare lie saw her coining toward-, him through the press; and because lie could no longer feel surprise he was only mild Iv interested to note that she was leaning on the arm of Huntle O'Neill O'Neill. . . . He was Just another face, another item in Hie puzzle. Quite impersonally Admah studied bis thickening jowls and sodden eve*, "He was a good, clean boy when she first Oh, Man! ' By Briggs I f No HEAT ! n VAJE'RC FREEZING | DEATH _ 1 i ^.|<H t»' | ABIE THE AGENT Drawn for The Omaha Bee by Hershfield Boo*t* Solicited Onlj\ \ POS'TivjEt QOT TO 'TAKE' A MORE PERSONAL INTEREST IN MT TEANTER » 1 OU^HT f> To MAKE A SPEECH APTER ( .-3 EVERT PERFORMANCE" ... , |g / •** I .V got hold of him" . . . plainly he re membered Margarets criticism. Shucks, thought Admah. and decided that Margaret waa wrong. Flora Fee hadn't done Ihls thing to O'Neill. Nobody had. Only Ood who seems to ntoid so much useless brlc-a brae . . . why had he made O'Neill and so many more like him, to clutter up and go to a devil who, as an econo mist, must resent such Inferior fuel. . . .And who was this Savarac they'd been tittering about in a corner? Then came Flor Tree's sweet voice at his elbow, and ns her slim, naked arm led Hunter O’Neill It was to see that the fellow liked It. Ho was actually smiling! "You know Huntle, don’t you?" she asked quite casually. The saxophones became urgently noisy and she fel! into O'Neill's ready arms. "We re at the big table, Admah,’’ she called out, her little feet already twinkling to the music, "Admah, you dear!" whispered Flora I.ee in one of those rare inter vals when the saxophones ware rest ins and the seats were ail filled at the big round table. Her tone and her little caressing word gave hint such Joy that he would have hired tho Hamilton ballroom every night had she suggested it. ■I'm glad you like it," he mum hied, anil she laughed l'1*' h * ' bright color was showing on her cheek*. "How could t help liking It:" she whispered. "Think of what a mnrgu. the old Sycamore must be tonight: Did you noticeV" Her eves pointed out Hunter O'Neill for whom she had found a place a few chairs awa>. Well, heie* to us:" She r*i*ed a cUt.s* of the «auterne which her boot leccer hurt furnished til champas;% price*. (To He CowthMled Tomorrow! rton't fait to pee the *.ir*eou» Cpell B. 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