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“THE GOLDEN BED” By W ALLACE IRWIN. I Produced a« a Paramount Picture by Cecile B. DeMille From a Screen k 1 Adaptation by Jeauie Macpherson. (Copyright. 1134) (Contlnont from Yesterday.) "Rid," she corrected him. "\\'hat> I did—excuse me—I went out and looked over some propity for our new candy store—Holtz & Sons. General Confectioners. I knew right smart about the business already, you know.” This new aspect of Admah's char acter came ns a giddy surprise to himself. Shy and diffident by nature, here he s;it boasting like a Gascon. In mating season very young birds sometimes show their plumage. "Aren't you smart!" chimed the young lady whom he was striving to impress. "1 reckon the real estate man thought I looked pretty young when t'walked In and made him an orrer. I aln”. goin' to he no peddler all my life—' "Any peddler—" "- -any peddler. 1 light now we don't amount to noth—anything. And do you know why?" "Why, Admah?” "Because we're pore." . “Fiddlesticks!” said she. Hut with ’ out entire conviction. "Being Swells counts more than money. "Shucks!” was his return for her Fiddlesticks. “It's money makes ’em Swells.” W "How, T wonder?'1 She said this ■ softly, and her face, which had been vivacious an Instant before, grew wistful and discontented. She migbi have been consulting a seer, so strained was her tone when she asked again, "How?” ".fust have the money and you 11 be a Swell all right,” he replied. "Then you think that’s the, differ ence between them and us? Just have the money, and let it cover up r everything?” "I don’t mean steal It," he ex plained. What was Mabel thinking about? “Admah, you’re the strangest boy. This was not very different from what his mother hail said with that quick. tragic kiss, less than an hour before. Enchantment was on Admah Holtz that night. He was drugged with romance and moonlight, and under a drug’s stimulation we often ------‘ \ New York --Day by Day __' By O. O. M’INTYRE. New York, Dec 19—We hear much prattle of struggling genius gnawing at the crust In New York .•ittics, yet there Is no city in the world where so many sudden wind falls come to starving talent as here. Not many months ago a rich New Yorker stumbled upon an inven 1 tion that he saw at once had mll >” lions. He arranged for Its manufac tpie and then selected a painter, a writer and a sculptor for a share in the profits. He advanced them money to buy the stocks and per mitted them to repay him In dividends. They are now assured of *15,000 a year and will be able to study abroad, live In comfort and do the things they desire to do free of poverty's restraint. There are any number of women New York who have several voung girls in Europe studying music and painting at their expense. These proteges come always from tene ment hqmes of drudgery. Just a year ago a penniless youth named Schwartz was found In a sky light room in the Chelsea district. He went forth to Rome with the Tiffany prize to pursue his stn oes in plenty. He might have remained at the cross roads all his life in obscurity. There are men and women of wealth who comb the Greenwich Village garrets for sparks of gen ius. Their ego is flattered by giv ing them a chance and afterward pointing to them as *'My protege. Six violinists of renown have been >made famous in this manner. When the prince of Wales visit ed America last summer he danced several times at a Long Inland house party with a beautifully edu cated young lady who eight years he fore that time was playing hop scotch on the East Side pavements with slum children. A Lady Boun tiful was attracted to her and her future was secure. For many months he has been sit ting In an Invalid's chair off Broad way with a sign hanging around his neck reading: "I Am an In valid.", He has the pale languor of one who has suffered. I talked to him. He is one of those scorched in the White W’ay’s consuming flame ^ He had money and went the pace and wrecked his health. Hundreds had passed him, he said, who were his companions In carousing days and nights when he paid all of the <hecks. "Hut they don't recognize mo now,” he added. It Is said that a certain smart dressmaking establishment is real ly a camouflaged dope parlor and that the long line of limousines do not empty fashionably dressed buy ers of gowns, hut drug addicts, outside It has the appearance of those residences converted to salons ^ In the dressmaking district. There " In i large reception room, marble stairways and chandeliers dripping with cut glass There are manne quins, too and a. display of many smart gowns and millinery. It Is said, however, that the Initiative merely make a gesture of buying there and when the coast Is clear take a tiny elevator to the top floor where are oplnm layout* and all the other ncccsaorles of the "dopes.” Dlnty Moore's cafe la near the Globe theater. It Is the haunt of chorus ladles, race track followers and the sporty clement of Hrond wny. There Is no show but In my opinion It Is one of the world's best eating places and I have lifted the napkin In some of the moat fa mous here and abroad. I'ntll one has partaken of Dlnty's rice pudding with currants and heavy thick cream he has not eaten. And If this Is a blurb for Dlnty he deserves it. Good food is entirely too rare here. J was Interested to see what price a manicure girl would charge a one armed young man In a barber shop. Hut he forestalled me Evidently lie was a steady patron Ha said good naturedly: “You've got a nerve - charging me full price for a. man V I dire especially when I get n n in icuio e\erv day " (Cnp.tr Is l> t. 1994.) ( ttfik too much. At the feet of beauty, under a lunar spell, he saw a reflect ed Admah, radiantly adventurous, taking wild chances to win incompar able stakes. Never before had he dared talk like this, think like this. "Well,” he heard himself boasting, “business Is jest like the racetrack. Got to take a long shot once in a while—" A harsh, wooden, thumping sound called him suddenly back to life's true perspective. Bump, bump, bump! He knew that warning well. Pa Stek. a virile person who by daylight acted as foreman of the Soap Works, had a habit of pounding the floor with his shoe. A bedtime signal to his daugh ter. Mabel, rising hastily, drew her mother's knit cape across her shoul ders. "J lielter l<e going." said Admah, merely by way of formula. "Good night, Admah." She held out a hand so white that he scarcely dared touch it with his own chapped paw. "Will you teach me some grammar tomorrow night?” he asked, largely as an excuse to linger a little longer. "Not tomorrow, Admah. 1 have an engagement—er—the theater.” “Oh.” This was appalling. He had taken up the entire evening of a lady who had engagements for—the thea ter. "What theater?" he Inquired braz enly. "Macmurray's," she answered, tin disturbed as though she spent all her evenings at that fashionable place of amusement. "It’s Louis James iu 'Julius L'aesar.’ Mr. Oreenfall's tak ing me.” "That so?" Admah Holtz stood rooted to the soil, his thoughts at war- He had seen this Mr. Oreenfall among Ma bel's porch-sitters: he was clerk in a large stationery store In State street. So Hds fellow 'oreenfall could afford Macmurray’s Theater and "Julius Caesar." Despite his rival's worldly success and great age—Mr. Grecnfall was nearly twenty—Admah was re solved to jneet him at his own game. Thump! Thump! Pa Stek's boot. "Good night. Admah," repeated Ma bel. showing dimples as she rolled her sweet eyes." "Say, Miss Mabel—” he almost choked on the rash suggestion, "what's matter with you and me goin' to the theayter some night?" "Theater, Admah,” she corrected him, but laughed. “Well, theater. What’s matter with you an me—" "That would be delightful. Mr. Holtz,” she threw back over her shoulder and went in, closing the floor softly. Admah Holtz was at the age when every male human must cross his own Rubicon In his own awkward boat. To transport his lady all the way from Dutch Hill to a second row bal cony seat In Macmurray's involved a financial program. Since the days of Ulysses heroes have done much to gain a woman's transitory smile, most of them have awakened to dis illusionment, and have learned noth ing by it. Admah knew so little of the theater that gallery and orchestra were all one to him: but he was al ready developing that shrewdness which showed later in his headlong plunges. Macmurray's was ills prob leni, so to Macmurray's he went for, his solution. Lowliest on Macmurray's staff was an usher named Elmer. He was a thin boy with prominent brown eyes, a figuret breath and the air of 0M1 roue. Admah approached him with a hag of broken peppermints, and on the strength of that bribe obtained information. If you were a nigger you could sit In the gallery for four hits; pride of race is a costly thing. Bad balcony seats were six bits, and If you wanted to sit In front where you could really see anything It would cost you a dollar a ticket. Elmer plunged Into realms of fancy, men tioning seats downstairs that went as high as a dollar and a half, hut Admah wasn't listening. The need of two dollars tilled every corner of his imagination. To say that he had never seen two dollars all together in Ids life would be a sight exaggera tion; but Ma Holtz held him to ac count for every cent, allowing him no more than his dally dime for carfare. How Admah set atmut accumulat ing two dollars—and another one for general expenses—constitutes a tale of dogged persistence and devious plans. He tried to save a nickel a 'lay by walking home at night. Better still, he discovered a way of stealing rides on the tailboards of grease wagons making late afternoon trips to the Soap Works on Dutch Hill. This proved comfortable and easy until the day he fell asleep on his slippery perch end awoke to And him self in the gutter, one leg through Mas new basket and a pocketful of The Pest By Briggs ■ ' ' . —■ ■■ ■»— — ■ ■ , | OH /HER£ Voo ! ) 3sesJ lookimg ^y all over, forVo<J^ I PSH-m-h-h7* letJnim X PuTT}Ge*JCR*w - r uiyi< A6 Yl~ - small change scattered in the mud. Then he began collecting empty beer liottles and selling them to a junk man named laisarus—the same who had purchased old John for $12. It was slow business. At the end of two weeks Admah was eighty-flve cents ahead and worn with over work. During these exciting days Admah liecame one-ldead in the fixity of hts purpose. He needed two dollars for tickets and another for (jenera! tx penses. And one afternoon as he shuffled by Macmurray's Theater, he encountered Klnter, the hoy roue. It happened casually, as one encounters a god stepping nut of his machine. ’ "Hot stuff, those pepmints.” began Elmer, who hail a Yankee accent ami knew the latest in American lan guage. "1 ain’t got no mo’—any mo' bust ed ones." said Admnh defensively. "I didn't say busted ones." Elmer’s pop eyes were fixed greedily on the basket. “Look hero, kid. You got seven bigs left. What'll you take?” “Thirty five tents." That was aim pie. "Aw, 1 moan trade, see? Howdja like a obupla seats down in the okestra?" "Dollar ’n a half kind?" Adniah lust his breath. "Sure, I pan take you in dead head. "The Idol’s live”—It's a frost In this hick town. They’re paperin' the house." Papering the house meant nothing to Admail, save that It offered him a chanee to sit among the Mg Ones — for nothing! Klmer was waiting. His whole manner hinted at intrigue as he jerked his head nervously abo\e a blue military collar and kissed: "Is It a go?" (T« tie continued Mnndnr-1 tVhen the government hitilds sn other great warship It nhotdd he in sured against destruction by altruls tic policy.—Washington Saar-_ THE NEBBS JAKE TAKES THE CAKE. 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