“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
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New York
--Day by Day
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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.)
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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
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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?"
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