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ii. I, THE KING By WAY LAND WELLS WILLIAMS. (Copyright, 3*24.) I----' (Continued from Yeeterdar.) He was somewhat at a loss for something to say. having never ad dressed her in her capacity of A Girl. That trotted about without speaking; the music blared comfortably from under the stalls; Inanely the words swam In his head: Ganz zum Ueber fluss melnte Eusebius noch folgen de« . . . "Funny crowd," he gasped. "Yes. isn't it? 1 heard Cora Bax ter yelling to you about it " "8he's odd, isn’t she? Lots of char acter—" "Yes, though mostly on the wrong track. And yet her mother seems . "—dabel aber sprach vial Seltgkeit aus seinan Augen. Who in heck was Eusebius?" he asked, cutting across her remarks on Mrs. Yandermyll. Site abandoned them with a laugh. "Why, he was Schumann's idea of one side of himself, the caltib medi tative, philosophic side, and—" "Oh, I see. I wonder—" "_and Florestan represented the other, the wild, hurrah-boys side.— What?” _ "I wai just wondering what Euse bius would have thought of this. His last word was rather—solemn, wasn t "Eusebius he damned.” said Mary Vane. And he knew that the remark was a challenge and a warning: "I tn not a ministering angel, hut only a human girl that enjoys a good time, and vou can keep away if you don t like it." He liked that. "All right,” he said cheerfully, let* have a go at—what’s the other fel low's name? Florestan." III. At two-thirty he found himself with h»r and three others In an all night restaurant, the dance having ended, patroonly, on the stroke of two. The place was walled with somber black, and the lights were carefully shaded so as to look wicked; small tables and a. settee running along the wall combined to give a Parisian effect in the middle of It all, on the oblong of clear floor, bank cashiers. Semitic persons from the theater, successful motor car salesmen and their lawful wives danced with every visible sem hlance of the most perfect virtue In the world. Matv Vane smoked a clgaret, ate a rhppse candwich and drank intrepidly from a ginger ale with real Scotch in it. She wasn't showing nff. exact y for she wasn't that kind, but Kit did not consider It very convincing. He had ft mischievous desire to push and push, to see how far she would go r She was talking with the Britisher, whose name Kit had already discov ered was not merely Boon but Mack worth-Devizes-Boon, two hyphens, lie was slight and tall, with a brown mustache, mild-mannered and WMi "^The hand ought to he,Mack," h<e was saving. "Somehow you never can get the light effect of go in n place of this „nrt ,ir,|ess the bard is Mack. Every ___— —— / New York --Day by Day --' By 0. 0. MTNTYRE. New York, Nov. 24.—To most New Yorkers the teeming East Side is merely a sullen gesture in the high pitched metropolitan splendor—a con glomerate mass of sunless rooms fill ed with the piteously poor. It is the slums. Yet without the East Side It would not he New York. It odds greatly to the rommerical activity and big ness. More Indeed than the casual ob server realizes. There are in East Side savings hanks deposits totalling more than $500,000,000. Nearly all of this comes from the savings of the people who live there. The East Side has,brought splotches of the old world coloring that makes life so Interesting here. More than 800,000 Italians—more than Naples boasts—live on the East Side. There are nearly 1,000,000 Jews ' In Gotham and the greater portion of them reside on the East Side. There are more Germans there than there are In Munich. There are more Irish than In Dub lin. Cork and Limerick, and the East Side has a dozen quarters where not a single word of English is ever spok en. The East Side has B!) newspapers printed in foreign languages. The East Side Is not all poverty and misery. People live down there In more magnificence than might he supposed. The residents may have their strawberries in mid-winter and honeydew melons and hothouse grape* Just as Park and Madison avenues and at less than one half the price. Division street offers the same frocks and lingerie that the avenue does—but at bargin prices. On Hes ter street may be found the finest, laces and silks. Allen street has its linen quarter. Orchard street is filled with silver and antique shope. As a matter of fact the more one studies the East 8ide the more one is con vinced that the difference between the East. Side and west side Is largely geo gra phleal. There is a barber shop on West Thirty-seventh street that has start ed a. revolt against bobbing hair. A small electric sign reads: "We don’t bob hair. Thla shop Is for men only." "That,” said one of the facetious mcgaphonlsls of a rubber neck wag on. pointing to the aquarium in Bat tery park, "was the townhouse of Stuyvesant Fish." Mad, mad wags—these yap wagon barkers Mostly young college boys who know very little about the town. They are likely to point out the "Woolworth for the Singer building. But their good natured banter saves them from the ire of passengers. It, Is said the Tenderloin's supply of narcotics centers about the Grand Central station after midnight. At any rate one sees quits a number of "snow birds" in ths neighborhood. The many entrances tn ths station and other various labyrinthine es capes make It an ideal place for the vender to maks a getaway in rasa he Is spotted. In a soda fountain the other day I saw a little hoy about seven take a wallet from his pocket and from a sheaf of bills tender a dollar hill for payment for his sodn. This Is qnlte a change from the days wrhen the big event In life was to take the citrate of magnesia bottle hack to the drug store for the nickel refund. But some how I believe I hid ths greater thrill. In feet until I was 10 years eld I didn't know there was any other coin but a penny. , ? I Ing else is black here; why not the band?’’ "TVe wear them on our sleeves in this rountry." said Mary idly. "Hal Representing the heart, what?" "No, we've a little more to show than that. But It Is funny . . ." She broke off with a glance toward Kit, who said: "What's funny? What about a black band?" "Nothing that matters." "Go on. I'l like to hear It." "I don't want to, Kit. You've lost a good many relatives and things.— ■Suppose you and I see what we can do with this waltz?" "Yes. But not if you’re just em barrassed. I'd ratliPr hear what you were going to say.” "Well, I think I won t repeat it, not because it would be embarrassing to you, but because it would sound flat now." "That’s right." said Boon approv ingly. "Never dig up a mot. Dan gerous." “I'll say something," said Kit, "and that is that It's funny how when a relative dies, that you don't give a hang for necessarily, you go about stiff with crepe; but when some one does that you've, in a way of speak ing, chosen in care for, you don't even wear a black band." "That was a good deal my idea,” said Mary. Then, turning to Boon: "He lost a friend in the war, the dear est friend he had." "Bad luck," said the Englishman simply, his eyes on Kit, exactly right. "And It was particularly hard, be cause the friend thought Kit was dead w hen he died." "Yes, could anything be hatefuller —his going on. and finding I wasn't there? Tt takes away from the beauty of his death so." This was all most astonishing, but Kit knew in a flash that it was right, the incongruous place and the Jnte hour made it possible and natural. "I lost two brothers.” said Boon. "Do you know, I don't mind much any more. Dear fellows, both of them; but after all, they're well out of it. aren't they?" "That's it." said Mary. "To mind for a while is nice, but to go on minding, that's selfish.—No, Kit. 1 don't mean you. Y’nu're very near it still." "I suppose T shall stop missing him," said Kit. sighing, "it's a had old world." The two others of the party, a girl and a man, returned to the table, and Kit went off to dance with Mary. "1 like that Englishman." ' he said. "Think of it, two brothers! Though one might do without brothers, at a pinch." "Often,” agreed Mary, "though I ve heard he was particularly fond of one of them." "Is fora Baxter going to marry him?" asked Kit. Not him—the son of a younger -on!" and the evening ended on that note. IV. There were mors serious things to think about, or so he told himself. Jen Cobb began to intimate it, and there was no denying it: he was out of a Job. and it was time he tried to find one. Jen s preference for him was news paper work, and he actually brough* about a dinner-meeting between Kit and a certain city editor of his ac quaintance. The city editor was slightly bald and his mustache was over-long; it Impeded .he passage of cauliflower and made him look like a walrus. Also he was unimpressed having met many young men with vast possibilities and no "experience." Yes. there would be an opening in the summer; he'd be glad to lake Kit on, but he would like to know by the first of Juns. The status of a cub reporter, after the war and tumults of the last year-, had no glamour for Kit. When he now thought of newspaper work as a career he visioned something very new and intelleet^al and incorrup tible with himself at the, helm, his position fortified by a large invest ment; something quite different from a reportership. "Thanks." he said, "hut [ won t make you wait till the first of June. Jen flatters my journalistic ability. 1 don't think, myself, that newspaper work is my line." Jen was disappointed, and told him he had been hardly polite "But lie was so silly." said Kit. "That wall eyed type of intellect. Everything must be done on one model; whether it s good <«r l>ad doesn't matter. A technician. He reminded nte of a more civilized version of Altaki—my Samoan pastor, a blithering fool "This man isn’t a fool, Kit. He's a second cousin of my sister's bus band. Not that it matters, of c ourse, if you have a better idea." "I have none,” said Kit. "and may I be delivered front them. Ideas ,u « all very vv»ll for the young, hut they die with a craving for lemonade, or wearing socks and ties of the same 1 color.—Even a half-baked flippancy, such as mine. Is preferable." "No, It’s not," said Jen, “Well, It’s more elnrore. anyhow." And that, as Jen recognized, was just the damnable part of It. Dick Hofflngton was atockbroklnpr "Why don't you come down?'' he asked. "Money may not amount to much, but it's the one thing you don't get tired of running after." At this Kit felt a reverberation of odd thoughts. "No, Pick, not for me. It's the one thing that never could be north while. I wouldn't mind making some. Incidentally, but the work must be th** thing.'' “As you will,’* said Dick. And then he added, with nil his old time bland ness: “Do you suppose you’d be work ing now if Jack raslon were alive?" This was less than three weeks after the Park avenue episode. An apology had been made and accepted. but Kit wondered rather uneomfort ably at the mind that rould go barg ing Into the business again, so eaa ually. "That's a hard question. Pick. Make Jack Alive, and I’ll answer It." "You talk as if J'd killed him," re marked Dick. This rang more brutal than bland. and Kit left him In disgust. 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