“THE GOLDEN BED”
By WALLACE IRWIN.
Produced aa a Paramount Picture by Cecile B. DeMille From a Screen
Adaptation by Jeanle Macpheraon.
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(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
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New York
—Day by Day
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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.)
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"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.)
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