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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 4, 1925)
• THE GOLDEN BED” By WALLACE IRWIN. Produced aa a Paramount Plctur* hr Cecil* B. DeMlU* From a Screen Adaptation hr Jeani* Macpheraon. (Ceorrtakt »t«> (Continued from TiHwgsrl ' "Hell!'' ho roared. “Don't fly oft ths handle, Lafo," his wifs besought him. “I guess there wouldn’t be room for me and Brownie and the chair la the same Ford," he said as she released him. ••Well, we better be pressln’ on. D'you think maybe She—” In sudden bashfulness he pointed hie thumb toward the eunroom from which Flora I.ee's laughter floated gayly. Admah found her beside Hunter O'Neill, empty glasses and a hill of elgaret stubs on a tray between them. The announcement that her guests were about to go moved her to a martyred sigh, and very dutifully she went to the door. Aunt Brownie shook hands distractedly, protesting, "It's been very enjoyable, I'm sure.’’ "So nice of you to come, Mrs. Holtz.” decreed the vastly different Mrs. Holtz. Then on Lafe she turned the same set smile with. ‘‘So nice of you to come. Captain Holtz.’.’ “Don't mention it, ma'am,” Im plored old Lafe. “And I hope you’ll come again some time.” This In the voice of an exceedingly sweet charity worker in viting an orphan to a soup kitchen. "Thankee, ma’am,” replied Captain Holtz. "But I don't think we will.” For an instant Flora bee’s cheeks flushed under the pale color they .habitually wore. Then she laughed honestly. It was the first natural sound she had uttered In Admah's presence that evening. When he re turned from seeing the old people off In their Ford he found her standing In front of the fireplace. She was still laughing. "The old thing really has a lot of sell respect, hasn’t he!” she exclaimed, then went back to the sunroom,. to O'Neill. A few days after Uncle bafe had said hail and farewell to the big house on the River Boulevard a matter of minor importance took Admah to the new Principality Trust Building. At the executive offices on the third floor he was disappointed to he told that Colonel Atterbury had been "called away” to Indianapolis. The young man who gave this information was a blue-chinned, sharp-eyed person with a Harvard accent. He Intro duced himself as Mr. Canfield, Colonel New York —Day by Day— -1 By O. O. M’INTYRE New York, Feb. 3.—New York, perhaps more than any other city, haa its army of high flyer# who eventually learn that no matter how high they fly aome day they have to light. Then they eklm along the top, dipping here and there like a gull, to salvage something out of the wreck. No hotels In the world ara so gen erous, once one has established firm credit. In buttering over lean days with more credit than those of New York, there Is the story of on* wastrel who touched bottom. A hotel where he gave many flna lunches and dinners finally asked a settle ment. He kept coming In th* place and so timed his visit that h# stood In the lobby with one of the richest of steel men. He saw the manager and going over to the magnate forced a handshake and talk with him. Later he went to the manager and said the steel man had offered him a big job. This trickery won him several more weeks of credit. There Is an other who was heavily In debt to an exclusive tailor. He found out what time the tailor left for lunch. Then he hired a smart limousine which sported a liveried chauffeur and ar rived at the right time. He was brazen enough to ask the tailor to return to the salon with him and there he ordered three more suits of clothes. The tailor not only missed his lunch but was stung for the extra clothes. There are any number of these young near sports who maneuver for weeks around cafes where rich men gather. They pass the rich men's tables and bow as though they had known them all their lives. New York has as much of the small town atmosphere as the small town Itself. People begin to wonder who these fellows who appear to be so man about-townish are. Sooner or later they find out, for It Is their job to force acquaintance, and thter suavity rarely fails to result In a loan for a hundred or so. T« smart little French cafes have opened In the East Eighties near Madison avenue. They are re viving the French “chanson" as It was sung about 30 years ago. The chanson Is gay, witty and juat a bit spicy. The cafes are adhering to the prohibition law. The proprietors be lllev* this sort of intimate little cafe will attract the beat people. The food la fashioned by masters of the culi nary art. They hay* started of with a brisk trade. There la another New Yorker who has a large apartment on Weft End avenue. Nearly all hla life he has entertained—always starting the din ners with cocktalla, followed by Vin tage champagne and a cordial. He was a good American citizen and when prohibition came he not only gave up liquor hlmseW but got rid of every drop in hia house. Ever since then he haa entertaJned from six to twenty dinner guests several times a week. The experiment has been a Success. "I still do not favor pro hibition.*’ h# says, “but I would be dishonest if I did not say that our dinners without liquor have proven much more enjoyable one* w* accus tomed ourselves to th* change. And It did not tak* long." H* says fur ther conversation Is brighter and much mor* learned. It was one of those hot days last summer when even the street as phAl t was atlaky. Down In Allen afreet two home-going firemen stop ped to turn on a water plug. Droop ing children ahed their clothes and splashed around under the spray. It waa the firemen's night off but they remained for an hour. And they had just as much fun as the children. I notice they have juat been promoted In rank. Wall Htreet nlghtwatchmen have their chance to cool off on hot nlghta la a privet# swimming pool owned by a New York banker. i (Copyright, Hit) I Atterbury’s secretary. Sim Can field's nephew had a cool, respectful look . . . rather an amiable fellow, Admah concluded, and was mads un easy by the knowledge old Sim had placed an able confederate in the king's council chamber. Their talk was brief and pleasant. Admah had a feeling that young Can field saw through his every word and knew that the president of the T. A P. was making his trivial errand an excuse for an Important Interview with the president of the Principal ity Trust. The Colonel's new secre tary took Admah's message with a shade of that patronizing deference which the servant of a great' lord might show to the petty chieftain of some tributary state. On his way to luncheon at the Pickwick Club he paused at the win dow of Cummins' Jewelry etore. Cum mins had recently moved Into the best corner of the Principality Building and was giving himself Fifth Ave nue airs. His main window, very small and framed in polished black marble, was lined with gray velvet. An elaborate bracelet centered his display. It was built on the principle of a caterpillar tractor, a number of platinum squares having been linked together; its outer surface had been set with as many diamonds as It would hold, complimentary to one handsome flat-cut gem. The town was proud of Mr. Cummins' window; hut to Admah it gleamed with an in timate personal appeal. This was Flora Lee's birthday. ... He couldn't remember Just how the subject had come up. She had been so delight fully sweet and he had, as usual, ceased to consider consequences. Any how. it was her birthday . . . she’d be right disappointed If he didn't . . . He took two irresolute steps toward Cummins’ entrance, then sighed and turned baek. At the Pickwick Club he lunched with Wen Peebles and Harlan Kin kead, close friends as Admah had. Success In the office supply business had fattened little Wen until his neck had disappeared; as In the days of Palfer'a he laughed easily • and looked upon Admah as a hero among men. Kinkead was scrawny and bald; a patch of hair remained like a sam ple to show that he had once been red headed. A Satsuma by birth, his shyness and Independence had made him father unpopular in the Pickwick Club; possibly that is why he had sought out Admah Holtz. Peebles and Kinkead were the sort you meet at the club only; and be cause they were mutually interested in the T. A P. it waft not strange that Admah should have asked: "Ray, when did this young Canfield get to be the Colonel's secretary?” "He's been with the Principality right smart of a time,” said Wen. "The Colonel took him on last month.” "He looks mighty capable." admit ted Admah. "Sim Canfield thinks so,” said Kin kead dryly. : "Would that Influence ths Colonel?” Admah was working Into ths riba of a Jack salmon, and feigned Indiffer ence. "Poison affects most of us." replied Kinkead. Admah had opened his mouth for another and larger question when he was aware that a colored page boy was requesting Mr. Holts to corns to tho telephone; wherefore Mr. Holtz followed to the booth end heard a pretty drawl come over wire. It was so like Flora Lee that he responded, “Hello, darlln',*’ only to be cut off with a quicker, harder tone. "Thie la Margaret. Admah, I think you'd better come home right away.” "What’s ths matter?” hs asked sharply. Margaret wouldn't have spoken like that for nothing. . "Flora Lee's had a sort of upget. Don't be scared." "Margaret!” It came like a groan. “What’s It all about? What’s hap pened! You’ve got to tell me some thing—” "It's about the baby,” said her voice coolly. "Where are you now?" "At the—at your house. I've been trying for in hour—” “All right. I'm coming." he mum bled, then hurried toward the check room for his hat. It was nearing nine o'clock. Mar garet and Admah sat in front of an open fire, for a cool drizzle had come with evening. Dr. Furniss—young Dr. Furnias, aa he waa called years after his father's death—was expect ed soon on his last call for the day. A calm had settled over Admah's spirit; was it because another glass of Bourbon had done its soothing work? Or becauss Margaret was there? Neither had spoken for several min utes. The house was still. The white uniform of a trained nurse, passing noiselessly along the balcony star tled him as a fleeting specter might have. Then an oak knot in the fire Real Folks at Home (The Garbage Collector) By Briggs I MAD A CHANCE To PICK UP A wtc» CHIMY XJI3M ToO That mad Just a uittl* . hick ini it but jam w/antiBJ IT BeCAUSC M* &AIO j IT WAS UKer<«|rV——^=*AlOVfLVj JCME MORE MS MA3rt^gPw(r , AT HQt*e) QSSXg* \ I, I [ I WISM Y©u'x> Keep V i n* CjOinC \ Yoo*. BYES OPEW POP-JuP ON iwe \ coppbk cops - t-xhill. To - V WBBO'BM SAO ^MORROW —WHERE They HAVE A* OeTTe# CLASS OP<5AR0W6 HVAVee ILL,;iND ((£\j | THINK POCKS ARB V - BATIN' Too MUCH THESE > OAV.3-- LOTS OF WASTE TbC '/ L • GHOOU) SAT GARBAGE MAS /• 71 incrbaseo OUBR FIFTY / / PBR CENT OV/CR CAST YEAR 7 ^ I BROUGHT HOME GOme 7/ L I Nice bones FOB the // 7 £>oG, iftUlTe A / ' ( \ .SPECK OP V ' MEAT OW'tM a ABIE THE AGENT Drawn for itie Omaha bee by Hershfield C.ivhis »»d Verdins V»d. < place hissed and spat blue flames Silence again. Every now and then Admah would reach out for his glacs A whimsical thought came to him; when Pa Holts had sat like this, drinking alone, there hadn't been any fancy Italian fireplace. An old stove, probably, with a ramshackle pipe run ning up through the roof. . . . "Margaret." he said at last dream ily. "how limits she been asleep now?" "Sinee one o'clock. Charlie Fur niss Rave her RomethinR." "Funny she asked for you instead of me.” “Was it?” Her tone Rrew momen tarll.v hard, hut softened aRain. "They were tryinR to find you. You'd fceen away from the office most or the morning." "Hn» long do vou reckon you can stay, Margaret?" She studied him an instant before replying, 'u.ist as long as I'm use ful, Admah." He received this absent-mindedly, pondering “After this," he said suddenly, “1 ain't goln' in put much stock in prophecies." "You’ve been prophesying?" ehe I asked. "Not for over thirty years. J reck on 1 never told you how once 1 stood Ion the steps of All Houls Church and saw Flo I^ee lw>in’ christened. Well that mornin* 1 told a nigger mammy that some day I'd have one o' my own children sprinkled in style at that very church. I wasn't much of a fortune teller that time." •poor Admah!’’ ahe whiapered. "Queer.” he droned, "how Ilf* aecme to take you around with it . . . l!p with i|. down with it. . . . But you can't lease go." •'tlotHtna Huddha thought of that, too." "Who was he?" •‘A Chrlatlan," ••aid Mar*»r*t, "but a verv early one.' (T-i ll«* Continued Tomorrow.) Don t fall to tee the gorgeous Caetl B. De Mill** production .»f "Ths tSolden Bad.” nt thn Strand Then ter starting Saturday, January 31 — Advertisement. He thought too much of things to eat, And then poor Jini had swollen feet. THE NEBBS THE PLOTTERS Directed for The Omaha Bee by Sol Heal , (Copyright 1925) / Good morning . Rudolph ! 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