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tTHE GOLDEN BED” By WALLACE IRWIN. Produced a* a Paramount Picture by t’erile R. ReMille From a Screen Adaptation by Jpanie Marpherson. . _ (Copyright, 1»24) * (Cratinncl from Yeiter^ij.) Rut the morning of the 14th, when his concern should have been public rather than private, lie found a hand some gray envelope In his hrenkfast mail. As it was engraved with the name of Cummings and Company he knew' it had to do with Flora Lee's bracelet. He refused to open it; it annoyed him like some had lurk tok en, but he kept it in his pocket, pre tending that it amounted to nothing. Colonel Atterbury's return from his Kaatern trip was made manifest to Admah when he saw the old gentle man before lunrheon at the Pickwick Club; they met In a crowd and Colonel Atterbury’s greeting was cordial, a good auspice for the morrow. More auspicious still, Bentley, his curly hair wild as a wind-blown cypress, had entered Admail's office that morn ing and offered to make peace. He had never dreamed of the presi dency, said Bentley; all he wanted was a small raise of salary. Wear ing a. straight face to mask his in ward glee, Admali promised the'bribe and regained a friend. But what was in the »ir? After luncheon, cheered by favor able signs, he went into the club library, opened Cummins' gray »nve lope and read: "In re diamond and platinum brace let sent to your address on approval on the 5th inst., we take the liberty of asking If the article, was found satisfactory to Mrs. Holtz. If not would you he so kind as to inform tts, as another customer has inquired after It. . . This, in the language of trade, was a civil demand to pay or return the goods But meant more than that. It meant that the city was no longer 1 rusting Admah Holtz. It meant that ^ Adrnah Holz. whose credit should not ~ have been questioned at ttiis crisis, had purchased what he couldn't pay for. Bolling up the winding drive to ward his big white house Admah e\ perlenced the feeling of elation whicn would come to him at unexpected mo ments, lending a rose glow of optim ism to every prospect. • For him the pink .lime roses were beginning to open on their trellises and the baby blue hvdrange to blossom in their tuiis. The. whole place had a rich air. a princely air; rolled lawns, trimmed hedges, precisely graveled roads. Here was a. gentleman's home. Such a home ns the Peakes would have hern proud of In the days wdien they had plenty of money and slaves to in dulge their indolence. But the Peakes —sometimes he treated himself to thU triumphant reflection—had gone to sleep on the joh, let the properly run down. Not so Admah Holtz, lie had fought everv inch of (he way. Who was it had told him that? Margaret, perhaps. ... At the formal front door he leaped New York --Day by Day j By O. O. M INTYRK New York, Feb. 6.—'Thoughts while strolling around New York: Broad way after dark again. The limousine parade to the opera. White necks ugleam with pearls. Bored men in silk hats. The jiggling lights. Scar let. Green. Blue. And pink. An old time case keeper in a faro * Joint. Now roasting chickens in a ro Healers window. Whatever became of tile leather pillows with poker work Indian heads? Only the actors have fur lined coats this year. The merry andrews around the Vaudeville Club. Colorful little shop. Kairouan rugs. Tunisian pottery. Yellow slippers. And scarlet jars. Next door a Swed ish resturant. The theater's Sir Gala had—Bruce McRae. Bare legged and sleeveless athletes trotting through the town. Where do soda water clerks go In the winter? The giant negro doorman in front of the Strand Theater. A nionogrammed - clgarets - while ■ you wait shop. Sky sign Inspectors jot ting down "dead" lights. Twenty of them roam the White Way nightly. The strange dark block on West Fifty-third street. Never a light Side walks filled with heaps of junk. Fur tive figures in doorways. Starving, mooing cats. The windiest corner in to An—Broadway at Fifty-seventh sli-pet, and a few blocks beyond the heaviest traffic—Columbus Circle. _ Kugene Waiter, the playwright, walking briskly. Twice I've stumbled in one block. And with nothing but a cup of tea. Burns Mantle, the critic. I always feel depressed when I read those bank window signs shout thrift. That, one wye: "If you don't save, you're lost." A tea room called "The Roaring Horse." The panting of pondorous freight trains on Riverside Drive. The electric sign in Jersey City over the sugar plant that, has never closed. A single light burning in the Schwab home. Now for a bus home. Sometime* tncatrirsi noramo ^ sound llks a slice from the under world. Here are some artually used In billing; Richard "Sheet" Gal lagher; “Bozo" Snyder; "Skins" Mil ler; "Smiling" Billy Mason; "Sliding" Billy Watson; "llokurn" Rat Pgr num; Billy "Swede" Hall: "Happy" Jack Benway; Ned "Clothes" Norton; Charles "Tramp” M'Nally; "Duke" Cross and Charles "Chic" Sale. An actor touring the south post cards a friend on Broadway; A man from the east boarded a street, car In the smith, and a. southerner got up to give a lady Ills seal. The easterner beat the Isdv to It. Ills body will ar rive In the Bronx Thursday. Mixed parlies are not unusual In N«w York, but they are always dan gerous. A prominent art dealer on the eve of his departure to Kurnpe Invited about 2R of his men friends to *. buffet dinner and asked that esrh bring any fair companion he desired. Jt was a very late party. The host sailed St 9 o'clock and all of IrP guests were still there enjoying breakfast. TJpon his return a few weeks Inter, he learned that oris of the "fair companions" had gone through the purses and handbags of all the other guests. Aside from jew eli y, more than $1,000 In cash was stolen. When he learned of It, he made all I he losses good. Tint sfler this he will designate * he fall- i-om pardons lo tie bought to Ids gather Ing. No doubt the custom event uallv In New York will lie for Invitations I" reed: "lady crooks ate nut wel come " (Copyright. Hil l from his car ns lightly as though the fat of middle age were not upon him. as though tomorrow's battle were al ready won. He gave his hat to Cal vin and made some blundering |oke about taking his half holiday. The mulatto man grinned appreciative!} and showed his new gold teeth as he repeated his formula. "Vaasa, Mist’ Holt. Yas, pur!** On his way upstairs Admah had formulated a plan. When the elec Mon was »n»| h« whs safely in saddle again he'd give Flora Fee a big party. A bigger one than trie riotous house warming with which they had opened their fine new place He might find some way of buying hack the brarelet, slipped It on her wrist ;is a surprise. . . . At the first landing Vi* n]^ Linda, standing like a skeleton carved out of an ebony pole, she had been in charge since Miss Sullivan's de parture. , "is Miss Flora Fee awake?” he asked, half whispering lest he should arouse her. "No, salt. Mist’ Holt,*’ replied old Linda grimly; unlike Calvin, she had never received Admah Into the Peake family. ' Her manner chilled his spirit a. lit le brought him hack to ihe delicate business at hand. His step had lost ns spring as he went down the vel vel carpet of Hie corridor, walking cautiously lcsl his adored one might he nodding, might resent his clumsy tread. lie had just turned into the L' leading to her room, when his progress was arrest0,1 by unexpected souipls; Flora, Fee's pretty, excited laughter, then the mumble-mumble °f a man's voice. She was having company. Why had Finda said she was a Micep? A few steps further and he found himself looking into her room. It Mas only a glance. Hut a eomprehen slve eyeful which, like the shutter of a rapid camera, takes in unexpected details. First he saw the coverlid on her gilded bed; that fancy French thing embroidered with hounds and swans and pheasants whose coarse cignifi canoe, only vaguely comprehended, he had always hated. Sitting up among foamy pillows, her little head outlined in a lacy cap, her lips parted id an eager smile, Flora Lee was look ing into the eyes of Hunter O’Neill. He. too, was smiling; his face, like hers, was quick with pleasure. That was a flash. An instant later both had seen the shadow in the door. Their bodies had sprung into atti tude of self conscious Innocence. “He! |o. Admah!” both were drawling cas ually, frightened perhaps at his blank look. What had he seen? Nothing. Yet* suddenly the hate in his brain seemed to liven and sizzle scalding like frying lard, lie had seen noth ing. Yet he knew. Flora Fee and Huntie O’NeiH had just kissed. His first impulse was to fall upon O’Neill and come to grips dog-fash ion, doing murder honestly in the presence of murder's ca,use. Instead he sat down and said something about t ho day being hot. ITe was unusually dull in Ids conversation, and all the time his Inner mind was asking: If she feels that way* about him, what can I do but make things worse? After that lie went to ins room Without removing the shoes from his feet or the coverlid from his bed h* had thrown himself down and su* cumbed to the ache In his muscles. At dinner time (‘aIvin's knock awoke hint, ami he went to his wife's room to find her cheerfully dining off ;t fray. She held up her mouth to be kissed and wanted to know why he was such a hear to poor lluntie. Ho com plained of his headache and she called him an Old Growler to he work ing so hard when everybody else was up in Maine keeping cool. And why couldn’t they take the McCoy cottage at Bar Harbor? Charmingly she made it impossible for him to believe what he knew. Finally he went down to dinner, where he ate sparingly and drank much. In the quick reverie which conies upon the solitary drinker he wished that he had not let Margaret go; but what could be do when Flora Fee, sick and nervous, wanted her sister out of the house? O'Neill! The practical side of Admah* character came to the rescue and he banished O’Neill with a gesture It couldn't be possible that Flora Lee, who had run around with kings and dukes in the Old Country could see anything In that poor fish. Certainly not. Whatever it meant, thought Admah, he couldn't afford to have a family row tonight. For the list two week* he had been holding onto his nerves like a swimmer to a raft. One at a time, that was his motto. First, he'd settle with Sim Canfield, then with the rest of the Judas Iscariot Club down at the office. Then O'Neill’s turn would come round, and the skunk would have to face the big gest. man in the state instead of a dummy president fighting for his job. There’s at Least One in Every Cabaret By Briggs i ABIE THE AGENT Drawn for The Omaha Bee by Hershfield \ Wry Valuable Tup. t ' EoR RlETV bOLLARS^ 1 LL %UV HIMt l >OU CAWT GO UUROIOG* ^OVOU SELL ? AfOWBobV CAW SEE • A WIC.E 4'THAT HE'S A VALUABLE HARNESS , EOP HIM r. >--T^V"?- *rOO? ' / N. v _ kt S r~ -i-^ ' -7 ■" — YES -AMO I'M ' AFRAID 1 QEY HIM BACK OY 4UCH A IOOONbE^FUL OlOF, YOO!! NOC'BE ESkiNQ v1t'r? -Ak'iBc’ CAN SEE IN A qiENtE HOIN valuable he IS mi H ' He allowed hi* coffee to cool, drank it at a gulp and went to the verandah where he tinlshed two strong cigars before making up ht* mind to ap proach Flora I/ee. The clock on the stairs had just struck nine v.hen he went to her room. She was propped up In lied, sipping smhke through a long Ivory holder and rending the Kveolng pemociat. "Admah,'* she drawled, her eyr on the pasp, "do you know that the Fincheater Stork Farms are tor sale.’ The advertisement doesn’t say why, but Huntie rame over today just to tell me the news. I think I'd like to set you Interested, but you most seared him to death." She walled an Instant for s reply, then went mer rily on, "It's one nf the famous horse breeding farms, vnu know «t ask your unrle. He's a stork (breeder, isn't he? ' t "Hem and sausages," gru'Med Ad mail, then feeling that he r#K>uld he more gentle with a sick wtwnan, "I don't know an awful Un about horses ' "Hilt von rould learn, Old (loose!" she cried. I.ike a diver, perched above some uninviting tide, he chose this Inslam for Ills plunge. "Flora l,ee,” he began huaklly, “1 know you come from the sportin' gentry.” "What do you mean by that?” The paper fell to the floor. ' \\Vll. about lurk. You're a thor oughbred, used to chances. I’m just an old plow horse. Now I'm In h. (lx where 1 thought maybe you could give me a little boost,” "What sort of tlx do you mean?" He was sorry he had spoken, for her look had become strained and he knew that she was not strong. "Oh, It's all right." he went on, attempting to he light. "Only that hmcelpt I gave you for your hlrth I day—" What * the matter with 1^?*’ /ha asked sharply “Nothin'. Only it ain't paid fori** “But our » redlt—" (To He Ion tin lied Tomorrow.) pnn't fail to see the gorgeous Cecfl B. T>* Mill* production of “The Holden Bed,** et the S » • n I Tliea * er starting Saturday, January i — Advert iscment._ THE NEBBS THE COMFORTER. Directed for The Omaha Bee by Sol He.. 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