“THE GOLDEN BED” By WALLACE IRWIN. Produced aa a Paramount Picture by Cecile B. DeMille From a Screen Adaptation by Jeanle Macpheraon. «, (Copyrlaht. 1»2«) - — (Continued from Yeeterdny.) _ "Is this a pink tea party or a Cupolo?” came the foreman's acid question. frightened and angry at the same time the lout of a boy wrenched his nrm free aqjl said, quite beyond his will: “You leave loose o’ me, suh!" -'‘I'll leave loose o’ you all right,” smiled the foreman, a terrible smile. “And If yo’ don't mind assistin' with the coke until the propah hour—I’ll leave loose of you all right!” Tho noon whistle was hardly still when Admah was handed a slip of paper with the quiet, almost soothing suggestion: “If you'll Jest take that round to Ihe office.” •^'hat for?" he asked hotly, half determined to knock the man down and he done with It. “It's yo’ time, if you know whal fhut men is." “I'm P ed?" "Somethin' like that,” drawled the foreman, and strolled away to Join a group of his brothers. The experience nt the T. & P., too brief to form a chapter in any life history, was significant in Admah's. It stood like a small white post, mark ing ths boundary line between two states. He went In a mature boy. He came out a raw man. He had smelled Iron and dreamed a dream.. . . Sitting under one of those small open sheds which a benevolent cor poration provides at the end of trol ley lines, he had plenty of time to think. Ma was tired of his goings on and he had certainly been a world of trouble to her. Jo had always been her favorite. Jo was smooth and steady; he would keep right on in the candy works and maybe he'd be fore man when he was about forty. The thought sickened Admah to the core. . . . Presently the street car came bumping along. Admah was weary of the nights and sounds of a city which had once loomed for him, purple and gold and mighty as he jogged over the river bridge on top of his moth er's old wagon. It had promised him much and given him little. Boyhood bad go » and he had nothing to show for it but a sore back and a pair of blistered palms; and the ghost of an old stonecutter was whispering in his eai * — ■" —— - - ' - -% New York —Day by Day ——x By O. O. MTNTYRH. New York, Dec. 25.—Thoughts wtille strolling around New York: The Fifth avenue parade. Dancing mammas. Slangy showgirls. And doggy blades. More art galleries for meat packers. T'veeds and briar pipes. Jerome D. Korn, the composer. The veranda of the Savoy. And the pleasant spray of the Plaza fountain. The weird cry of geese in the lake lagoon. The Vanderbilts have never washed those upstairs windows. Dapper male dress makers. Solemn butlers gazing through grilled doorways. Complexions are now the Camille like pallor. Courage Camilles: Matinee mobs surging in from cross streets. A famous theatrical angel. Pudgy and dobonnaire. Cruising taxicabs and automobile flirts. Mumbling mouch ers shivering in the cold. The old fellow who sells white pup pies. New York's stingiest millionaire —the hawk-nosed old pelican! Dart ing pigeons In the cathedral eaves. Wonder what I’ll look like at 60! Hurry, rush and roar. And most of us pining for a moonlit garden, fid dles and minuet In a leafy suburb. Jewelry shops. Where trifles are priced at thousands of dollars. And always heavy hoofed detectives in the background. New York lights Us lamp. And the rush of the dinner and theater begins. Two million pleasure seekers. Like goats leaping front crag on a mountain of disillusion. The evening lull at Forty-second street. Like a whirlpool suddenly stilled. There s Rudolph Block (Bruno Lessing). Curbstone fruit sellers counting the day's receipts. A man in puttees carrying a megaphone. No doubt a movie director. Ponderous theatrical scenery trucks. Beauty parlors where trade begins shortly before midnight. The wan. gray beggars of Times Square. Yap wagons half filled. The scarred gam bling house runner. Victim of a China town hatch man. The stroll ends. I never enter a place that calls Itself a "shoppe." Nor do I asso ciate^ with newspapermen who call themselves "journalists.” Irvin Cobb is still content to he culled a report er and one of the finest eetahllsh fpetys in New York remains a store. Al-'-of this Is apropos of finding a rneTT supposed to be very Important In the industrial world In "confer ence." He perhaps doesn't know It, but he was to he the topic of a maga zine article that would have been •••ery beneficial to hint. Indeed, I Imagine If such article were market able he would have paid many thou sands of dollars for the tribute. When he was "In conference" I didn't think hlrr. worth a line of space. Had he l>een busy that would have been ah entirely different matter. I’ve been busy myself, despite the tittering. But never ‘In conference.” No, my, po! They tell of a brash young vaude ville agent—to whom name* mean nothing—who had Just received an order to book Mrs. T.es11e Carter In the two-a-day. lie called up the famous actress. "Hello, I^slle," he said. "This Is Jaok speaking. Listen Les, get an act together so when the hell rings you cm step on It. Oet me?” Hew York's youngest pickpocket was picked up on Fifth avenue. He is 12 years old and was In knicker bockers. On the day he was arrest ed he had been foraging between the south entrance of Central pfrk and the Thirty-fourth street shopping district and had picked up $62.60. He ■aid he had been trained by an East Side Fagin and had often averaged $100 a day. Ho did not lift wallets Me mixed In heavy crowds and ex tracted loose hills from the pockets ®f his victims. The subway station at Fourteenth street Is the most, prolific source of revenue for pickpockets. There are. 12 detectives who do noUilng but look out for them at this point, (Copyright, lift.) Of . _ "Transfer to the loop?" asked the conductor. They were swinging into the cen ter of town where steel skeleton*, ad vertislng billboards and the saffron fronts of chain drug stores marked a new and restless era. "Where does this car go to?” "River Ferry." The conductor's reply indicated that anyone ought to know that much. "I'll stay on," said Admab. and sank back Into his reverie. Admah always loved the wharves. He came to them as naturally as any home-bound spirit comes to gaze over broad waters. Not that the River was so wide at this point— from where he stood he could dimly see the opposite shore, not many miles from where the Holtzes origi nated—but the sight of shipping, even on so small a scale, gave him a sense of adventure, of freedom from his hateful self. He sat on a pile of empty chicken crates and counted the boats he knew. "All nboard for New Rochelle!" Admah jumped from his seat on the crates and turned to see a remark able young man looking down at him with a grin that exuded clgaret smoke. He was weedlly tall. Ho wore his suit with all the forlorn ele gance of a fallen theatrical favorite: it was a plaid suit, sausage-tight In the extreme mode of the day; there were ragged places at the pockets and 1 large grease spot on the left knee. His waistcoat, marvellously stained, was petunia colored, cut very high as if to conceal the dirty shirt from which a dirty collar sprang into view Above this the young face was keen, good natured, worldly and bristling with a two-days' growth of heard, "On your way. huh?” asked the stranger in an accent which was un deniably Yankee. "I was Just watchin' the boats,” said Admah, himself too shrewd to be caught in an admission. ''Sure.'* The sudden Interloper set tied himself easily on the chicken crates. One of his prominent brown eyes winked, as knowingly as Mephls to’s might have winked at Faust, hav lng read the poor fellow’s desperate thoughts. "Sure,” persisted Red Vest. “I guess I’ll watch the boats, too.” He inhaled smoke deep Into his narrow chest, then brought out a tight little box of clgarets and gave one to Admah. “You ain’t fiom these parts?" sug gested Admah, seeing that his new found friend had become as uncom municative as himself. "This hick town? Don't make m laugh. My lip's cracked." “Oh, this town ain't so bad—'* "I'm wise to that line o’ talk,” ex plained the weedy young man. "You love your home town. I don't think That's why you're slttln’ on the old levee, thlnkin' about a ride on the Coop Special.” "The which?" Here was a new' dia lect In Admah's experience. But Red Vest merely jerked his thumb toward the open gangway through which hogsheads rolled interminably. How weil the stranger had read his tempt ed thoughts! "Look here, klr!" Red Vest sal nursing one knee and studied Admah keenly. "What's the signature you put on your checks nowadays?" “My name, you mean?" "You guessed it first crack!" “Why—Holtz—Adm^li Holtz." "On the level?” The stranger had sidled away as if for a better view. Then suddenly he thrust out one of his long, dirty hands and asked In a pleading tone, "Will you shake that, brother?" Astonished. Admah pump-handled oblhr'cgly. What was this all about? "You don't remember me, huh?" Ited Vest s'dlcd a little closer and perked his head coquettishly to one side. There was something familiar in the bulging brown eyes and nar row wrinkly forehead. "Take a look at Uncle Henry and guess again." "Elmer!” Admah was seized with a sudden delight: here was Elmer, the friendly usher at Macmurray s Thea ter. „ "Them were happy days. null, crowed Elmer. "Remember the time you rushed the queen to see 'The Idol Eye?' Oee! Why didn't you marry the glr?" "She was some old for me. T reck on," replied Admah, embarrassed as ho always was at mention of Mahei Stek. "The women sure do hall things up," said Elmer, wrinkling his fore head. "But they're all right if you know how to handle 'em. It’s the mtishv kind that gets me. I guess I'd a been star in a musical show by now if It hadn't been for the leadin’ lady. She had an awful crush on me." / Admah looked shyly up at this su perior being, who might have been twenty two years old. "Then you're a regular actor—" "I’m a little hit of everythin'." Elmer seemed to snap his fingers at a world of which he was already a little weary. "Don’t pay to git Into a rut. see? I suppose you’re still hawkin’ Ma's peppermints around little girls' schools." "I been In the T. & P-.” replied Ad mah with dignity, then lowered him self to explain, "But I quit today." ‘•Well, since I saw you last I been slingin' hash in Detroit—" here he began counting off occupations on his long fingers—''soda-clerkin’ in In dianapolis, drlvin* a hack In New Haven—say, that’s a hick town—run nin’ a lunch wagon in Cincinnata; and I blew in here with the ponies last week—follored the Circuit all the way from Juarez. But It's no game for me. Phew!" Ho pulled down his red waistcoat, suggesting a great empti ness. They were silent again, watching the clumsy hogsheads lumbering down the way. Roll, roll, roll, the rum bling march had reached Its ires cendo; the group of waiting hogs heads was growing smaller and smaller. "Say!” Klnier came out of his trance, a speculative light In his eye. "Want me to put you onto u good thing? Ground floor, see—Just me and you, do. Better hurry, though, be cause this old tub's going to leave the l»ost 111 about ten minutes." Because Admah had no reply to this sudden proposal Elmer enlarged It. "Lunch wagon business—see? I know a line wagon, laid up In Cincin nati, and a Dago to stake us. We can clean up a hundred dollars a week, easy as pie. All we need’s twenny dollars down for the wagon—" .. "I ain't got twenty dollars." "Fudge”' crowed Elmer, snapping hi* finger*. "Anybody can raise twermy dollars. Arc you on?” t "Go to dnclnnata—’’ "Won't cost you a bean to go there. Pont like It. come home. Free tick et in the Coop Special. Are you on?” (To He Continued Tomorrow.) THE NEBBS v who’s sorry now? Ulrecled tor l!£l!Sr£.i y auov is still AWAITING THE ARRIVAL OP ERKI'E- : rAWNVS BROTHER-; NOT ANliOOSLV BOT regretfully rr' ^WHERE'S MV SUPPERS ? vr \ ' t WAS ONE or THOSE TVRANT \ HUSBANDS" AnD rATHERSTHET'O J BE STANDING ALONG S'D'E. / , MX EASV CHA\Q WHEN l J fs^GET THROUGH SUPPER/ \ ■ - - ~•— /fauns,inheRC/sI /-themto a’poormKn^N MS SUPPERS ? 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