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By SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS 'IT HAPPENED
ONE NIGHT'
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SYNOPSIS
Kelsey Hare, young architect conva
lescing from a breakdown, meets Mar
tin Holmes, struggling author, In a storm
en a lake near Moldavia. N. Y. Caught
la a downpour they seek shelter at
Holmes' estate, "Holmesholm," which
by Its air of decay gives evidence of its
owner's financial embarrassment. Kel
sey suggests renting a room and settles
down there.
CHAPTER I—Continued
—Z—
For answer Holmes snatched up a
magazine and hurled it at his in
terrupter’s head. It was neatly
caught. "Read the inside cover.”
The advertisement indicated set
forth that Purity Pictures, Inc., was
seeking Undeveloped Genius to
match the Undiscovered Beauty
which another of its Nation-Wide
Contests was expected to reveal.
The two, when found, would be unit
ed in one of Purity Picture’s Un
paralleled Productions. To this end
A. Leon Snydacker, President of
Purity Pictures, Inc., would pay
$15,000 for the best novel, suitable
to picturization, by a hitherto un
published author, and the prospec
tive Queen of American Beauty
would be starred in it.
“That’s one of the Undiscovered
Beauties,” snarled Holmes. "She
wins. I lose.”
“Meaning that you entered that
mug of yours in the contest?”
"No, you fishcake. I sent in a
story for the $15,000 prize. It was
my magnum opus, rewritten to suit
movie requirements. And what hap
pens? Back it comes and socks me
in the jaw.” He made a furious ges
ture toward an envelope, bulging
fatly on the mantel. Kelsey’s glance
followed.
"But you haven’t opened it.’’
“I can smell a rejection slip
through a stone wall. Open it, your
self, if you don't believe me.”
Kelsey did so. A pink paper fell
out. “ ‘The reading jury regrets to
report,' " he began—
“What did I tell you!” grunted
the author.
His companion read the title-page.
" ‘Love Beyond Sin’ by Templeton
Sayles. Is that your pseudonym?”
"It’s the one I was saving for the
magnum opus,” was the sullen re
ply
“So this is Maggie the Ope, is
it?”
“It is not. It’s Maggie the Ope’s
slightly illegitimate offspring, Flos
sie the Flop.”
“It’s a swell title, anyway,” Kel
sey opined. “ ‘Love Beyond Sin.’
What does it mean?”
“It doesn’t mean anything,” said
the author drearily. “It’s a movie
title.”
The other dropped into a chair
and began to read.
“You’ve got plenty of action
here.”
“Action, mystery, threat, sus
pense, sex, local color, blood, sur
prise, sentiment, mother-love, bunk,
tripe and ollagawallah.”
“You certainly can ladle it out!"
commented his admiring reader.
“How about this? ’Featherston fixed
her with his coolest stare. “I know
all about women,” said he, and his
voice rang like a bugle, bearing
challenge and reproof.’ Say, Mart,
how do you get reproof out of a
bugle?” *
“Don’t read that foosh to me,”
yelled its author.
"All right. I’ll read it to myself.
I think I’ll read all of it.”
“Then you’re a hog for punish
ment. Better chuck it into the fire.”
“Aren’t you going to sell it some
where else?”
“Where? I’d take a plugged nickel
for it this minute.”
“Haven’t got one on me at the
moment. But I’ll consider your prop
osition.”
“Consider it out in the barn, will
you, Kelse?” He adjusted his ma
chine.
Bearing his burden through the
rain, the guest settled down to se
rious perusal. It was pretty awful,
he decided. Yet through the murk
and fume of hifalutin verbiage there
thrust the structure of an authentic
and lively, if somewhat threadbare,
plot.
It was mid-afternoon when Kelsey
trotted back to the house with Flos
sie the Flop beneath his arm.
“Loud cries of ‘Author! Author!’ ”
said he.
“Have I at last found my Public?”
demanded Holmes satirically.
“I’ve read it all. And I really
think you’ve got something.”
The author regarded him with af
fectionate pity. “Then all I have to
say is that as an editorial reader
you’re a rising young architect.”
“Nuts to architecture! I’m oft it
for a couple of months, by orders.
As my naturally active intellect has
to have something to bite on, I’ve
decided to go in for literary specu
lation." He tapped the manuscript.
“I’m buying.”
“You’ve bought. Hand over the
nickel."
“No; I’m serious. Pm buying, for
five hundred dollars.”
‘You’re crazy.”
“All right I’m crazy. But my
check isn’t”
“You offer to pay me five hun- "Good lad. Mr. Hare—I mean Mr. In his fresh absorption, the new- 1
dred dollars for this thing? Say it Templeton Sayles, he’-e is your boss born Templeton Sayles forgot her
again.” till I come back. Get it?” as completely as he had the night |
"Five hun—" “Urgck." letter which she now completely
"Never mind. I’m convinced. “Correct Pack my things.” concealed.
What’s in your mind to do now?” "Just a second," expostulated the ■
"Well, I can see quite a little tenant. "How am 1 going to know CHAPTER II
work to be done on it.” what he means?” „ —
"Rewrite me, huh?" The author "That’s easy. Whatever he says Elsewhere on the map that same
laughed shortly. "You can’t hurt always means ‘yes’ until he says picture was making plenty of trou
my feelings.” something else. You’ll be a couple ble for three people.
"There’s another point. Most of of pals in no time. I’m off by the Above the breakfast table where
the action is local." late train. Heaven send you luck sat the trio, broodeo the silence of
•‘Correct. Laid right here in the with Flossie the Flop. And don't overnight dissension.
Finger Lakes district.” do anything that Templeton Sayles "It was a mistake to let her go,"
"I feel that I can work better would be ashamed of.” boomed Mr. Robert Van Stratten.
right here on the spot.” Thus began Kelsey Hare’s new “It was," agreed his wife. She
"That’s reasonable.” life as an author. All adult per- gloomed at their niece with eyes as
"So I’ll give you another hundred sons with enough education to read faded as the hangings in the stiff
for the rent of the house. But 1 and write cherish the ineradicable and shabby old room of what had
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"It’s natural enough that the papers should like to get her picture,’’ granted Mr. Van Stratten.
don’t want you around. You’re too
noisy. And too nervous.”
Holmes cackled. "All right, old
bean. Rub it in. I can stand it
You couldn’t hold me with a log
chain, anyway. I’m off for the deep
blue sea and way stations by the
first boat, which ought to be about
tomorrow. Mind you, about that
story: you’re buying a stoomer. I
may never again be able to look
you square in your sweet and sim
ple-minded face, but I'm just too
tired to resist your subtle tempta
tions. You’ve bought something.”
“I think so,” answered Kelsey
contentedly.
“You’ve bought a whole bag ol
tricks. Not only several pounds of
typewritten glub, but a name and
personality to go with it. Temple
ton Sayles, seignior of the magnifi
cent estate of Holmesholm. That’s
you, my lad, till further notice.
Exit Mr. Kelsey Hare, rich and once
respectable young architect. Enter
Templeton Sayles. and believe me
he’s some personage to live up tq.
Wait a minute. I got up a charac
ter sketch of my other self to go
with the manuscript in case it was
accepted. That was a condition of
the contest. I made Templeton out
a devil of a feller. It ought to be
in the manuscript somewhere. No?
Too bad It might have helped you
to a fuller realization of who you
are.”
"Maybe you modeled Sayles on the
hero of your story, Malden Feather
ston. There’s a chap! I can fairly
see him in a noble pose, bugling
forth his battle-cry: ‘I know all
about women.’ That flu attack left
me with a sort of low and melan
cholic opinion of myself. I need a
new character to build up my self
esteem and Featherston’s the lad
for me.”
"O. K. You’ve bought him, too,
Mr. Templeton Sayles.”
"About Sayles, now. You haven’t
left any loose ends of him dangling
around, have you? Any secret com
mitments of lovelorn ex-maidens?
He’s got to come before this court
with clean hands. And I’ve got to
have full control of him from now
AM "
on.
“He’s all yours. I resign any
right, title or claim on him. My
word is my bond that I’ll never ad
mit to any connection with such a
person. Too bad we can’t find that
autobiographical skit of mine,
though. Very spirited. I’ve got
to pack. Hi! You!”
Responsive to this summons, a
creature swarthy, squat, and hairy
appeared. Martin Holmes’ combi
nation cook, valet, maid, gardener,
and man-of-all-work had been ac
quired from a bread line. His name
was approximately Glunk. His na
tionality was conjectured to be Pat
agonian because, as his employer
pointed out, nothing less was com
patible with the essential improba
bility of his personality.
“Listen, you,” Holmes addressed
him. “I leave tomorrow for a cou
ple of months. Understand?”
“Urgck.”
belief that they can write fiction.
Contemplating the manuscript of
“Love Beyond Sin,” the new Tem
pleton Sayles decided that he might
as well carry out the bluff he had
made to the real author and have a
crack at it.
The first reminder of his altered
personality came on the morning
following his friend’s departure, in
the form of a night-letter addressed
“Templeton Sayles, Esq., Moldavia,
N. Y.” Hoping to hear from Holmes
in New York and get some address
to which he could forward the mes
sage, he stuck it upon the mantel,
unopened. When no such informa
tion arrived, he forgot all about it
An envelope similarly addressed,
which arrived on the second morn
ing, he did open, since it was in
Martin Holmes’ own handwriting.
Within was the newspaper photo
graph of the girl whom they had
discussed, with a typed inscription
across it:
“Miss Adelina Ashcan, K. M., j
the Park Avenue debutter. For
inspiration in your monumental
work. I don’t need her any longer.
—M. H.
“P. S. In case of visitors, of
which you are likely to have some,
don’t let them scare you out of
your character.”
The new-fledged Templeton Sayles
dropped the pictured girl into the
waste basket. Thence, on his clean
ing rounds, Glunk rescued her, and
set her on the mantel. His new boss
caught him at it.
“Do you like that picture,
Glunk?”
“Urgck.”
"Why?”
“Nice gal.”
“My information points in quite
another direction. However, leave
her. She can stay there as long
as she doesn’t interfere with my
work.”
once been Cuylerville's most famous
mansion.
"I had a grand time," said the
girl.
"And spent all your money,” add
ed Mrs. Van Stratten.
“And what have you got to show
for it?” argued Mr. Van Stratten
severely.
“A lot of clothes of the kind I’ve
been dying for.”
“And your name in the New York
papers. I should think you might
at least try to keep out of print
after that disgraceful college epi
sode last year.”
“Cheap and vulgar exhibition
ism,” mumbled the husband. The
Van Strattens cherished a profound
aversion to all publicity.
“It wasn’t my fault.”
“And now you wish to adopt the
most vulgar and public of all pro
fessions, the stage," said her aunt.
"Only as a costume designer. I’ve
got to do something to support my
self.”
“We are not exactly paupers,”
stated her uncle stiffly.
“No-o-o. But I know you’re hard
up, Uncle Rob. It isn’t fair for me
to be living on you.” *
Since we are your legal guardi
ans, it is perfectly proper that you
should be living with us. We ask
only that you behave with reason
able discretion and abstain from in
volving our name in distasteful pub
licity, such as last week’s. One
hardly supposes that you were
forced to have your picture in the i
group of typical deb beauties, en
dorsing a new kind of digestive tab
let ‘Typical deb beauties!’ ” Mrs.
Van Stratten repeated the injurious
newspaper phrase with a snort.
‘‘And in a New York paper.” As
if that magnified the offense.
‘‘Oh, well, my dear; it’s natural
enough that the papers should like
to get her picture,” granted Mr. |
Van Stratten. “The child isn’t bad
looking, after all ”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Pigeon Expert Is Prepared to Deliver
Thousands of Birds to Army for War Use
If war were declared tomorrow,
an obscure gentleman named Rob
ert Milne suddenly would become
one of the busiest men in the coun
try, relates Kermit Kahn m Coronet
magazine.
Instantly, he would communicate
with some 200 pigeon fanciers in the
eastern part of the United States.
The next morning, his office would
be swamped with several hundred
slightly startled pigeons. From
these Mr. Milne would select the
fastest and most reliable.
Then he would step outside his
office, at Fort Monmouth, N. J., and
start breeding the 500 pigeons locat
ed in near-by government pigeon
lofts. In a short while, American
military commanders would have
at their disposal 5,000 homing pig
eons, fully trained to communicate
information across enemy lines. In
six months, there would be 50,000
homers.
Mr. Milne, who is pigeon expert
at large for the signal corps of the
United States army, has this care
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pigeon-napping.
Right now, Fort Monmouth and
Milne are well past the experiment
al stage in a totally new develop
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it will accomplish what no pigeon
has been able to do before—fly at
night.
It is a pigeon’s nature to rest at
nightfall, and take wing only during
the day. If a pigeon could be trained
to fly in the dark, army men con
tend, military communications will
be revolutionized. It would make
pigeons among the safest methods
of wartime communication.
A PRELUDE TO
THE BIG GAME
Few of the 40,000,000 peo
ple who watch this autumn’s
gridiron games know of the
months spent by skilled
workmen turning pigskin
and rubber into footballs.
Long before the triple-threat
halfback began training,
football craftsmen began
work. Each ball has received
as much attention as the
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step, illustrated at left, is
cutting and selecting leather.
flamk
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A check for precision: Each "panel” of pigskin used in
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LEFT—Panels are examined still more before a skilled
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football will have uniform color and quality. RIGHT—The
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The finished product, ready for booting and passing by a
bone-crushing fullback. But first the ball must be checked.
To pass tests its diameter must be 21 inches.
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