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“THE GOLDEN BED" By WALLACE IRWIN. Produced aa a Paramount Picture bj Cecile B. DeMille From a Screen Adaptation bj Jeanie Macpherson. 9 . (Copyright. 1114) (Continued from Yesterday.) Sha waa "actin’ up," as Ma Holtz would havf said. And so for Uncle Lafe, Admah was helpless with the fear that ha might bring out his tobacco plug. But when he came back with Cal vin and the cocktails the atmosphere had settled. What had Flora Lee done to them all? Behold the three, seated In a prim triangle, stiff-backed, affected! Flora Lee was doing most of the talking while Captain bafe, hands on knees, contributed an occa sional, “Yes, ma'am" and "No, ma’am." "The summers here are trying, don't you think?” Flora Lee was visibly struggling to make conversa tlon. "Yes, ma'am,” admitted Captain Holtz. "We were planning to go back to Maine for the season, but the coast resorts—the desirable ones—are so In accessible from here. One can’t choose, can one?” ■'No, ma'am." He looked, sod like a dog that has been caught sleeping on a silk cushion." “Do have a cocktail, Mrs. Holtz!" Aunt Brownie groped blindly. With out a word the Captain took his, smelled it, regarded it with an un friendly eye. "What's in them things?” lie bawled. "What is. Admah?" asked Flora Lee with the sweetness of a lady to swallow her li'at without a grimace. "Gin and vermouth and pineapple Juice, I reckon," explained the ner vous host. "Hml" Uncle Lafe gulped, then twirled the glass between his lingers. It might have been a poisonous in sect, crushed before it could sting. Calvin announced dinner, but Vr.cle Lafe sat immovable after the others had risen. , "Git up!” whispered Brownie, "What’s that?" he asked, aroused from his reverie. Finally he lumbered up and followed. Strangely enough he did not tuck his napkin under.his chin, neither did be eat with his knife. Admah suspected that Aunt Brownie had been coaching him. for lie watched her very carefully before making a move to unfold his napkin; in the unfolding he knocked a fork to the floor and grunted obesely in an attempt to pick it up. In approach ing the soup he looked over the array of silver before selecting the only possible instrument. He worked nols ily and ceased abruptly, having caught Aunt Brownie's eye. Then he seemed to lose appetite. To Admah, who had so often seen him at Dell's Landing, feeding like panta gruel, the change was uncanny. Now he speared off a dainty sliver of meat, nibbled, censed. The effect was fas tidiousness—if such were his aim— was by the vigor with which he pushed away his plate after each sortie. Flora Lee, meanwhile, .was rippling on, In the kindly, affected manner which she had selected for the eve ning; her very sweetness managed to contrast her high position with the lowliness of Dell's Landing. Her forced efforts at cordiality made it known that it was not her habit tb sit at table with such as Admah's kin. Throughout she Held that mod est self-deprecatory air which so often masks the crudest boast. Ad mah's heart sank. It wasn't ns though he and Flora Lee as husband; and wife were making tlitf best of two poor relations. Far worse. It was one Peake against three Holtses. patronizing them, putting them in tjjoir place. Hunter O'Nfill came in after dinner. Th» burden of entertainment fell on Admah: and why not? They were his kin. not hers. Tile party hud no sooner s p::rated into two camps than restraint fell r.tvry on both sides. Flora Lee co 'd lie heard laughing and ehcPir.:;, her own sweet self, In the room beyond. Uncle Lafe ex ponded again in the presence of Brownie and his favorite nephew. He drank great quantities of Admail's cognac. Once he brought out his plug, • gazed, sighed and restored it to his pocltet. "I vn.s in to see .lint Atmrbury," he s~id af.er an hour of roaring phi losophy For th's r-t-'lt '.rv’t b- b drawn his chair nearer and lowered h's veil .' to p giant wheeze. "Wh t did he say?" Admah was sue! en’y palm. "N’t t so much. Let's have another o' them seegais." He bit off an end and spat It Into the lirej Irce. "Jim's a funny cuss. Polite end smooth always playin’ pokey* Regular bank er. He never forglts that you're his president, Ad; he marks his iigge heads,” "I found the T. <Sr P. in the mud and pulled It out." said Admah. "Has he forgotten that?" "Keep yer shirt on.” invited Uncle Igtfe. "N’o, he ain't forgot. But he's beginnin' to'look round lilee a regular banker. The Principality owns yer britches. You’re a hired man. If Jim thinks you're maltin' good all right—" Admah stirred as if to speak, hut the shrewd old hog farmer went on. "When 1 hire a hand I don’t like to see "him I,lowin' hfs wages on a dress suit—takes his mind off his work. You remember that opera tune, 'I Dreampt I Dwelt in Marble Halls?' That's a pretty dangerous dream for a young feller." "Did he mention Canfield?" broke In Admah. "Well, he didn’t mention him—sort of admitted him. Ad, that election’s about two weeks off. and you've got a fight on yer hands." Admah smiled like a Tartar chief and reckoned he had. “They'll go through the hokus pokus of an election." said Lafe, "but Jim Atterbury'U be the ballot box, as usual. He'll be there to make or break you. jest by turnin' over his hand. What's that Mother Goose word? Poppa Gander. Well, there’s a lot of Poppa Gander bein’ used against you. Canfield invented it, I guess. Uncle Sim’s blamin’ you for the money we lost In the Lyons & Watterhouse failure. I know you can explain when the time comes. But nothing happens but Sim Canfield runs and tells teacher. And you know how them hankers are. They can get boilin’ drunk In private, but If a snappy young business man be gins settin’ up late they can't stand it. It don't look good. Not when business begins to slide—" "T. '& P. storks are twenty-one points higher than when I found 'em," Admah asserted a Utile bitterly. "Maybe so. But Canfield and Pop pa Gander are at work. Sim's the boy with the keyhole eye. He knows how much you owe and how much stock you've sold—that’s bad business —and he calls on Jim every fifteen minutes with a written report. And now he's boostin’ Bentley for presl dent." "That's funny, too. I put Bentley In as publicity man, gave him a big ger salary then he ever heard of.' said Admah. "Queer Canfield took such a shine to him all of a sudden." "God works in a mysterious way,” repeated Lafe not irreverently. "I don't like the Bentley idea.” ad mltted Admah, “because I hate to be stabbed in the back. But as far as he's concerned, he's nothing but u bagpipe—all energy and wind. When Atterbury hears Bentley's program he'll laugh in his face. The Colonel ain't throwln’ the business away Just for sentiment." “What's your program?' asked Uncle Bafe abruptly. "I’m layin' low." Admsh smiled confidently. "I've got the support of Harlan Kinkead and Wen Peebles I’ve known Wen nil my life and Hat lafl helped finance me In the candy business. They’re pledged to ba< k me on anything 1 aay. And I’ve got you. Uncle L^afe." “That’s no lie*’* roared T,afe, smit ing hia knee with a hand that wa? like one of his celebrated hams. “I’ve seen Atterbury.” said Admah. "and he * promised not to pledge him self to anybody until the meeting Then I Intend to give him a dhow down—tell him Just what I know about the T. P. and what 1 plan to do. Maybe I've berti siltin’ up a lit tle Isle, but I haven't been asleep on the job. If anylmdy come* in with a hotter seheme than mine he* wel eome.” "He certainly i»." agreed Unde Ij<fe, and hi* look of aatiafnctlon re vealed wnat he felt. "There'* only one thing I'm going to stick for.'' grunted Adrnah, "and that'* the resignation of Sim Can field " "I guess you can auppreaa the mu liny without much help." decided the Captain, striving to- light hi* , igar. whose wrapper had loosened and hunk like a tattered flag. l*afe!" called out Aunt Brownie from the corner where she had been dozing over the ldfe of Benvsnuto Cellini. •Glory he, look at the thus. Ten o'clock." Well, the best of fronds must part." *aid Cncle I,*fe with a wise air, h* if he hud just diecovered the maxim. When lie came to hie feet the chair, havln* clasped It* wooden arm* around hi* bulgln It hip*, came up with hlni. (T*» n. fiuiHnial Tomorrow.) Pont fall to ■*• 1 he *or*»ous Corll B. n« Mill* production .if "Th* Oolo*n R*d. *t th. Strati<1 Th.at.r aiartln* Saturday, lanuary at.—Adv*rtlanti*ltt. 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He is as sturdy as an oak and is Straight and tall like a sycamore. He belies the specious reasoning that age brings Intolerance. He Is the most tolerant of men. Hi* rare criticism is always Impersonal and not once have I heard blm speak 111 of bis fellows. He is a man of culture and learning yet now and then he rtrobs into slang of the day. This to me is most appealing. He is a patron of the opera but he also goes to burlesque shows and laughs louder than anyone. The variety of Ms diversions keeps him young. He ■••nokes four cigars a day with an oe regional clgaret between. One night recently I went to him tilth an exaggerated trifle that was bothering me. He listened patiently without a word until I had finished Then he smoked awhile in silence. Finally he said: "You're Just a damn fool!" There was no other comment. He dropped It there. The suddenness of his remark shocked me Into sound reasoning, although at first I was a little hurt. He was wise enough to know the one thing not needed was sympathy. He has a married granddaughter of whom he is particularly fond. Twice a month he takes her out to dinner, to the piny and afterward to some supper club. He Is a smooth and graceful dancer, and never misses a number. I have seen him go into the dullest gatherings and soon in fuse it with his contagious wit and jollity. His attitude is particularly pleas ing, for it is the fashion in New York to shunt the aged to the slippers and pipe and the chimney corner. He is one who refuses to he shunted. A doctor once told him that he must be careful about dancing too much. "At 80, If I have to die, there's no way I'd rather die than dancing,” he replied. Amid the many high spots of pleas ure one sees a well-known man about town of 10 years ago. A face once handsome is now ghastly twisted. The mouth la a sardonic grin.* Four years ago he was In Africa. An abscessed tooth needed extracting and he was forced to visit the medicine man of an African village. The result was blood poisoning and the disfiguration. There wae a fire In a theatrical boarding house In Forty-eighth *treet. All boarders were sleeping *oundly. A Swiss yodeler aroused them with one of his Alpine atrocities and all of them saved their belongings. In every theatrical hoarding house there is the old character actor who hae fallen on evil days. He is gen erally a brave soul and in his digni fied aloofness discourages sympathy. His optimism 1* sublime. Weeks stretch Into moifth* without engage ment*. but he never falls to show up hopefully at the theatrical agencies. Their gentility entitles them to a bet ter fate. You can't beat New York for gen uine gall. In on* of the leading theatrical paper* 1* a full pege paid advertisement. It carries a picture of a sappy looking young man of about 20. He I* In riding tog*, wears a checkered veat, a boutonniere and a clgaret hang* loosely from hi* lips. Underneath the picture 1* the youth’s name and thl*: "First nlghter. boy ■ bout town, friend of the distressed chorue girl and* regular feller, who has Just increased his .private tele phone contract to 1,000 messages n month." How proud his parents must feel. Martin Beck, the vaudeville mag State, has achieved his ambition—a New York theater bearing his name. It I* a Byzantine affair and quite the •uadiest In town. Beck began his career a* a "super" In Vienna. IIo •UkJfa to conquer, *• It war*. (Oeprrtsbt. till.)