JO ELLEN I By ALEXANDER BLACK. cop»rntht. i»24. Vw___ (Continued From Saturday.) Mr*. Simms twitched. "I »ay, *av« your syfnpathy for people you can dc something with.” ‘‘She's a tart, all right,” said Marty "Her father—” Jo Ellen began, ther pushed the subject from her. “Yes,” Mr*. Slmm* nodded. “That lets them out, when you can blame the parents. I'll bet your folks don't defend her.” "Let’s not get to comparing folks," suggested Daniel Simms. Jo Ellen learned that you shoul dered not only the sins of those whom you defended, but the sins for which you were sorry.. Even grandmother’s success In business needed apology. "I should think,” observed Mrs. Simms, "she'd want to rest at her age.” "The hustle and excitement of it makes her very happy,” Jo Ellen said. "Excitement." Mrs. Simms pounced on the word. "She'll pay for that with a smash." Daniel Simms chuckled. "A great girl, that grandmother.” "You couldn't fool her about Myr tle,” Marty remarked with a sullen persistence. This had the awkwardness, when you first heard It, of promising to force praise or defense of one or the other. But Mrs. Sin-ims found a way of doing neither. "If she hadn't watched the ljrat grow up she couldn't do any more than guess." "I watched her grow up—" cried Jo Ellen. Daniel Simms extended his hand. "Mother doesn't mean to be in sulting.” “Insulting?" Mrs. Simms stiffened. Her eyes ascribed the implication to Jo Elien. "Is it so you must step carefully around here?" If all three had been against her Jo Ellen would have found the situation simpler. The fairness of the easy going elder Sinnns laid a hand on her irritations. Mrs. Simms took a deep breath. ■ "I'm to keep my mouth shut." Marty, crouched forward In Ills chair, shifted his gaze from the moth er to Jo Ellen, and. without warn ing shrieked, as ,n a spasm, "She never acted this way till she mixed with that Broadway hunch!" "Say, look here—" the father be gan. Mrs. Simms, turning to her son, was transfixed by what she saw. ■ Her stare seemed to be reading an astounding and pitiful revelation, to he grasping, in an angry horror, as for the first time, that all she saw bad been inflicted by the intruder With the bedroom door closed be hind her Jo Ellen could hear the mutter of voices; a whining note from Marty cutting through the boom of New York --Day by Day V/ By 0. 0. M’INTYRE. New York, Aug. 18.—A page from the diary of a modern Samuel Pepya: Lay late and felt a great wearinesq. So tried to simulate buoyancy by springing from the bed and touching fingers to the floor 10 times but done very creakily. Out Into town for late breakfast with Luther Reed and matched for the tariff, he winning. Thence to my tailor to he fitted to a new surtout, very brave, and then to the park to sit on a bench reflecting on the futility of things In general. Home where came Hurry Maxon, for whom I hold a great affection, anil we talked of other days when we built pirate dens In haymows and were regarded the worst scamps in our town, and deservedly so. And we laughed a little and cried a little. With V. V. McNitt and our wives to a dinner at the Astor and many notables there Including George M. t'ohan. Will Rogers, William Collier, Marcus Loew, Daniel Frohman and Irvin Cobb. So home and to bed at 2 in the morning. It was a bad break an East Side laundryman got In his Initial ven ture on a professional musical career. He was to appear in a musical comedy. On the night of his big chance he 'reached the theater to find It dark. A comedian of the show, loitering gay as a mummy, stood in front. "I was to sing here tonight," said the singer. The come dian cracked a wry smile and pointed to the sheriff's notice on the door. "You sing and I'll clap," said the co median. "The. show's bust." Almost every cafe or cabaret this summer In New York has taken the term jardln. There are Jardln de Danse, Jardln de Babylonia, etejf etc. The French term gives patrons the feeling of being socially significant. In one of the jardln places Is this sign: "All men must remove their hats at tables but keep on your coats.” There Is another Interesting sign In one of the cafes on Fourteenth street. It reads: "Keep your talk on a high plane.” He 1* an old waiter In service for 8T years. Like many In his calling h# was forced to retire on account of fallen arches He made It en Invariable rule at the outset of his career to save every penny he made In tips. He lived In a $2 room on the west side snd most of his meals were free. He has $52,000 saved In excellent securities. One of the most unusual homes In New York Is on West End avenue It Is owned by a rather gay bachelor who gives hectic parties now and then. In an Inside courtyard la a miniature garden of Versailles. There are tables about on the terrace and four waiters are on hand from 0 o'clock In the evening until after rrftdnlght to serve guests with drink or food. The bachelor expects hl« friends to visit him any time they choose whether he Is home or not. There! • also a dance floor off the din ing room which has an electric or cheatra that plays jar* tunes at the touch of a push button. On the fourth or top floor Is a small stage, fully equipped, snd once a month h* gives a private performance with re emits from the musical comedy stage. Thirty year* ago the bachelor was a fruit dealer near Brooklyn bridge. He began speculating In real •state snd later In Wall street snd amassed a fortune. He has now re tired from business snd devotes hi time to entertaining his friends. Twr years ago after a rather rloton. 5*rty h" took 12 of his guests to Ell pope the next, day on a big >*n'r where they remained for three at hie expense. iCooyrlcht. 1924.f 1 i his father'* protest*. There was no longer a reservation. Marty had chosen hts ally. Jo Ellen crawled Into her marriage bed and turned her face to the wall. XVI. Arnold Pearson came on Monday night and managed the adventure of getting Marty to the movies. Mrs. Simms disliked pictures, but acknowl edged the desirability of giving Marty this pleasure. Pearson, pushing the chair, Joking with Marty, cajoling the people at the movie theater Into permitting a favored place for the vehicle, so that Jo Ellen and himself might have seats adjoining, was in high spirits. It appeared that he had been promoted impressively in his business. He told them of the thrill and how needful it was that In some way he should work It off Marty's glance was not envious. It had more the raptness one would have expected In an adoring dog. Sometimes Jo Ellen thought that Pearson noticed the change in Marty. Perhaps his notice accounted for an accentuated effort to he cheerful, though being cheerful, In his big way, seemed so natural a matter. An understanding look that passed be tween the young men often struck Jo Ellen as expressing one of the legacies of a companionship. She and Marty had a history, too. But Marty gave her no such glance. There was a wistful stare that was not at all like it. . . . Ce-tainly Pearson un derstood Marty. Jo Ellen wondered how close he came to understanding her. Sometimes when Pearson looked at her, with his eyes merry or simply cordial, with a kind of reaching-out friendship, there came a change, per haps you would say a wincing change, yet one that was not like pity. . . . She couldn’t quite make out what It was, but it did not offend her. If it was not understanding it was an eagerness to understand, some awe of realization, or maybe simply a distress that could not be spoken. So many things were not said. There was a leaden effect In the thought that the proportion of unspoken things had increased, that she and Marty so frequently spoke as In a translation rather than in an original, as if their souls walked In permitted corridors, shut off from the larger spaces. When she could he alone on the roof, even for a little time, moods of the day come to their crisis. Alone ness could have a dimension under the sky. If she had had one of those days In which she felt that she could quite easily have managed to be sec retary to three slave drivers, when she had felt the fascination of bus! ness and what It might mean to make a life of that, with no duty lying beyond, coming to the roof in tensified the Image. When she felt torn by the divided obligation, the roof confirmed the sentence. Sometimes the roof suddenly re vived flashed Impressions of the day. gave a burning emphasis to feelings that had been shut off by the shifting of things; feelings that were perhaps stirred by the summer, that could blaze up when she saw girls In going somewhere dresses, laughing expect antly, or heard certain music, or be came aware, by a sound and sight medley, of a life that was not like her life—at the seaside, on pleasure barges, In the dancing parks, In ro mantic mountains. In wood paths, in meadows spattered with color. . . . There was one evening that stood out because the day had stood out. and that held on Its own account a kind of painful vividness. The sky had been opalescent. A softness In the air carried a wishing warmth. At sundown the sky seemed full of ques tinns, and the spangled lanes of the city to he waiting. The highlands hung out beckoning lights. Something drawn in with her breath k!ndl»d a clamor she could not answer. Aston ishingly clear pictures rime leaping out of the past days, without reason or order ... of the tall grass on the Hudson side when the sun was hot: of the time she slapped the Blakely hoy for pulling open her frock; of the IncldenJ in the school yard when one of the girls told an extraordinary story; of the afternoon when Myrtle 1 leek was getting ready for ae swim, and shouting, "What a pity we can't be natural!” had pranced naked for a moment in the cabin of the house boat. . . . Natural. That was a mocking idea Inside the coping of a roof. And yet here, under the new stars, withdrawn from the scuffle, high In the languor ous dark . . . with the right lover. . . . XVII. On one of the turbulent days at the office, when there was much of go ing and coming in the outer room, enormous complexities at the tele phones, and indications of an irritated nolnces in Eberly, Cora V.inre ap peared with Miss Farrand and found a moment in which to unfold the allurements of a choice little party el for the following Srtndav night. "I've just taken a notion,” Coda said to Jo Ellen, "that I want you to rome along. Amy Henning has an Somebody Is Always Taking the Joy Out of Life By Briggs B*’ Golly Ev/cRVTHiNtf. ts This. IS Grcat! i Mte-ver* Look at that QaBV Roll* UJORKl t'J.C Fi/MC Fo«. /ME To- GOT SUCH Fine -Dl iTAMC^ • AT, LAST l \lt* GOT ORj *To Ti^e XJAY-- \>A ROIUM6.LP A __ GjA^tS^ _ ! ~*3rx MC, A OoOD SCORE MOU OM Th»S HARD C P.OU m D — IT'S Too C.A5V To reach the ^Grbcn MCAfef. ABIE THE AGENT Drawn for The Omaha Bee by Hershfield There'* a limit To All Tliinfv ( N.OT CRE Ccxr \ OR ORE \ S'TEP ^USOXER » b 'TV.EMVN DOUAW f 'S NAN ERSV \ C^FER!! I * n •musing place. It'll go you good." "I don’t go- In much for parties," suggested Jo Ellen. “That's what 1 m thinking. Al ways plugging. I'nder the Iron hand of Eberly. Grinding and sneaking home. A little Joy, my dear, a little Joy. I don't know a thing about your private vice*, but l know you need loosening up. Tou're not built t'or n treadmill. If you love work yu i've got to keep yourself in condi jtion for it. A little play glrca you I in edge.’’ "I can't stay In bed all morning," and .To Ellen laughed defensively. "Koly Hokum! I'm not saying to make a night of it. It's only a get logeth'.r. We ll break away early." Tint on Monday night—" '"All right! Bring him along! Though I did want you for myself. Vou'll ph'k mo up and we'll go around together. Promise you'll phone me and any you'll come." "I" can't promise,'* said To Kllen, The Kherly hnv/jr sounded. “Hauling the handcuffa," muttarad Cora. ( ontlnnrd Tomorfon .) Haliy Born in "Flivver.” Sandy. 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