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“THE GOLDEN BED” By WALLACE IRWIN., Produced aa a Paramount Picture by Cecil* B. DeMille From a Screen Adaptation by Jeanle Macpherson. (Copyright. 1114) - — — (Coatlaurd from YMterdsy.) Her prophecy unfinished, the woman who, but a few yeara before, had ridden her horae up the court house steps and tossed a diamond into a vacant lot, settled back on her pil lows. Flora Lee took Linda s hand and slipped from the room. Two spe cialists had studied Sallie Peakes caae. Dr. Wiggtn and Dr. Furniss, viewing her from' physical and spirit ual angles, respectively, agreed on one point. She was too la*£ to get well. , The little Holt* house alwajs smelled of peppermint, fragrant re minder of what earned their liver and onions. In Ills mature years Admah •was not recalled to boyhood scenes by the pungency of sunflowers or of willows or by the damp elf odor or shy wood fungi. It^was the smell of peppermint that revived memories for him. There were three rooms . in the house and the Holtzes slept in them all—Ma had set up a second hand fold ing bed in the parlor Jo, th® boy." who smoked cigarets secretly and enjoyed the pleasures of the local poolroom during the hours when he was supposed to be peddling candy. Viarf a fairly good brass bed in tne little *mlddle room. He insisted on this arrangement because, he said, the dav’s heavy work gave him a backache. Admah slept °" * the kitchen. It never occuned to him Jo complain about this, but it moved his mother to one of her rare apolo *'"U S sort o' poor pickin', fer you Ad," she told him once. But we i « only livin' here tempry. Some o these days well move downtown so we kin be closer to the schools,., "Oh. that's all right, Ma. sad *£££? X™Jcrn’Ted^m lT:d'on « “ni^t/Th: Vcfn r ooTv^eT^k ESx a certain independence. On two or sshrsssss? s ”u».r.««»«<■'•■>““• »nr a" C~ ’ New York —Day by Day ~ _ nv o. o. M’INTYRE. New York. Dec. 18.-Thoughts while stroling around New \ ork. The fashion row to have cafe kltcn In. in the windows. So the custom ers way see. Brock Pemberton. A Kansas boy with two "hows on Broadway. And a few years ago buried in an obscure newspaper , j°A fe'llow singes his mustache.with . match. And looks foolish. Groups waiting for the matinee idols. With that peculiar °* New Yorkers. Someone P1”1"* * piccolo solo. Where are all the mandolin players? Canfield’s old gambling house Where highflying rajahs won and lost. And old Delmonicos near by Where the highfliers tossed dia monds to dancing girls. The bVf ,lome of the Grand Central—the de Kghtful blue of Maxfield Parrish s Pl*AU depot gong. As doleful as a Chicago police whistle. Red nosed cabbies huddled in the wind A group of Senegalese. In a sort of helpless daze. Kerrigan, the depot cop with the jovial scowl. But who carries peppermint drops for the children. . Frankfurters with mustard and sauerkraut. Hot dog: Penny weigh ing machines that make fortunes for their owners. Why are most engineers stout? A theatrical ,com pany off for the sticks. And the leading lady, as usual, carries a whit# shaggy poodle. The home-going rush across Forty qecond street. The Gainsborough girl is coming back. Also the prin cess gown. The first Christmas tree I’ve seen. A window filled with per iod dolls. They take the place or cushions. A. Sulka. Who owns the smart haberdashery. The debutantes are giving the new Park Lane hotel a rush. Three Great Danes on a chain dragging a thin man along. The thunder of trains under 'street. Park avenue begins to show the Inroads of trade. Boon it will be another Fifth avenue. No one has yet captured the Jazz mantle that fell upon the broad shoulders of Paul Whiteman. White man left New York at the peak of his popularity for a three year tour that will carry him to every cor ner of the globe. He had vision for just now there Is no place that will pay the enormous prices that he was paid. Winter and summer finds the Times Square "rail birds” roosting along the curbing of the little tri angular square at the northernly end. Here are tnen who while awsy the hours talking of “past perform ances” at the tracks, song and plsy royalties and* the chances of a quick clean up. They are not all young. Indeed most of them are old and have for years expected a sud den fortune from minimum toll. - They are birds of a feather flock ing together. They speak In terms of thousands with not enough In their pockets to settls ths current laundry bill. A Strangs companionship exists in the Central Park soo. I went to see myself. A pigeon and a hippo. Of course, there IS a legend af the bird that warns the rhlnocerous. Great hunters say It is true. Byt the pigeon and hippo seem to be merely pals. The bird slays on Its back all night and during the day Jt files alone to return to Its odd com panion. The keeper says It has been going on for about 10 months. Ths poor buffaloes at the zoo seem to he In need of the ether cone. They are (noth eaten and de crepit. They sgtand for hours mo tionless and no doubt dreaming of the* glories once their*. The only exhibits at the zoo for which I bad no pity are the snaki*. The ethers seem to lead terrible caged In lives trying to avoid annoying visitors. The most pathetic of all ♦he exhibits Is a huge brown Ala* kan bear who I* blind. He stands all day long nnd sways. (CoprrWit, ltJt-l mah Holtz was breaking from the chrysalis, and his mind, like his voice, was changing its tone, waver ing from falsetto to bass. “Ma,” ventured Admnli on the] night when she had relented and apologized for the cot in the kitchen, “I’ve been thinkln’ about our mov in'.” “Tew?” Ma Holtz paused over her gravestone, her Iron spoon suspended, allowing liquid candy to drip back into the pan. A cricket on the hearth has thought of moving Into the apart ment of the Sun God. “What," she asked, "do you think of movin’. Ad?” — “It ain't movin’ so much, Ma,” Ad mah corrected himself. "But Eddie Stek says we can sell ten times the candy we make.” “How kin we sell ten times the candy we make?” she asked. Admah was sitting on an edge of his cot and had removed one shoe— merely a gesture, because the night outside was lovely and he had planned to steal over to the Stek porch as soon as Ma was abed. "Well," he drawled, "we could keep store.” "What kind of a store?” “A candy store. Ma. Somewhere down by the schools.” "Yep. An’ we might buy the Jef ferson Hotel while we're 'about ,lt." "Jest a little store, Ma. The rent wouldn't be such a dura sight more 'n we're payin’ now. And we could live upstairs.” “Mebbe you've see-leoted the store?" suggested Ma Iloltz with elegant tsar casm. “Yep. There’s one empty right 'round the corner from Miss Martin castle's School. It's right smart of a price, though—twenty-five dollars a month.” “How’d you know all that?” “I see the sign, Peake and I.Iving stone Real Estate, so I went to their office and ast the man.” “Did you see Mister Peake or Mis ter Elvln'stone?" enquired Mrs. Holtz, who could be witty upon occasion. “Oh, he was Jest one’ o’ the clerks, I reckon. But he told me the price and was real polite. I tole him my >la was looki^ fer sich a place to set up a candy store.” "You don’t say?” She glanced up at last, a sj>arse smile on her lips. "There’s right smart o’ money in keepin' store,” Admah persisted. “You could hire a couple o’ girls to help, and me and Jo could help. Course, we'd have to make ten times as much candy as we do now—” “And what 'd yew he doin’ with yer Ma all this time?” she asked in a thin, small voice. “Oh, you could jest stay hack o' the counter and keep store." Ma. Holtz was silent for the time required to drop three rows of pep permints. Suddenly she stood stiffly erect, the spoon held high in her skinny right hand. “Come here, Ad.” she commanded. Her pose was threatening. She might have intended to “paste 1 him with the candy spoon, as had hap pened more than once. But a hyp notic control which she never failed to exercise over him drew Admah from his chair. And what she did was more surprising than nnv blow could possibly have been. She put her arm around hlf neck and pressed her dry lips very tenderly against hl.< cheek. "Honey,” she whispered, “you shore do git the quairest notions!" Over the Fort a little moon was waring Westward, just a line of gold, and stara were scattered wantonly across the blueblack, cloudless arch. Dutch Hill was silent, save for the occasional bumping of a bobtail car, making its weary, mule-drawn way around the loop. Admah Holtz had yielded to temptation, put on his Bun day necktie and tiptoed out of the back door, had been sitting beside Mabel Stek for twenty minutes, as mortals Judge the time. But to him It had been an era of emotions, lncal culahia by clocks; for he was on Joying the first sweets of that die temper which is forever interfering with efficiency. Mabel Stek was a rather tali young lady with a gipsy comeliness inherit ed from some Hungarian ancestor. Ma Holtz referred to her as a "highty tighty fly-up-the creek," a charactert zatlon which aroused no Ire In Ad mah's breast. He loved to associate Mabel with flying tip exclusive riv ers where she could commune with spirits as perfect as herself. Poor Admah was horn to worship, and on Mabel Stek tie wasted his first Inco herent prayer. Mabel was stylish with a great stylishness that struck hint dumb. Her superior age worried him; she was his senior by four years of existence, by twenty of life. He was most at ease with her when they were seated; when she stood up he barely came to her shoulder. “It’s perfectly delicious!” she de dared In her pretty, rather affected voice as she reached again into the bag of peppermints which Adniah hail stolen from the kitchen. He cleared his throat and struggled to invent some pretty speech to the effect that candy- wasn't half so sweet as Swiss Mabel Stek. . But the fancy sounded daring, so he revised It to the bald statement. "Mn makes cnndy pretty good." "Oh. Admah:" she giggled ador ably. *' "What did I say then?” The boy flushed secretly under the stars. "You won't get mad if I tell you?” There was something in her voice that suggested the benevolent aunt instructing her very young nephew. but Admah made so bold as to reply, "I wouldn't git mad at nothin’ you say.” "There you go:” Her laughter rang again. "What doin’??? •'For such a nice boy—and you're mighty sweet, Admah—you do use the moat awful grammar. A long pause. "Well. I reckon I'll he Batin' on,” he decided. lining and stretching him self with a^ show on nonchalance. "Oh. don’t hurry." Taking her at her word he returned his seat promptly on the step below her. From this worshipful position he could look up and see her dark eyes—usually snapping with vivacity —gating with a Spanish Indolence toward the sinking moon. "Do I look ptetty young to you?" he asked, by way of breaking the “Why no.” Her look was a little more than Indifferent. “You're thlr teen, aren’t yon. Adniah'.’" •'Thirteen!'' he snorted. "IJ1 fo'teen In August. 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