JO ELLEN I
By ALEXANDER BLACK. cop»rntht. i»24.
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(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
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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.
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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
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"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.
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Pillister. The child drew Its first
breath In Its mothers arms on the
back seat of a "fhraie'' while the par
ents were hurrying to Pleasant Val
ley to await the stork’s arrival.
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