§ THE GOLDEN BED”"] By WALLACE IRWIN. ured u a Paramount Picture by Ceclle B. DeMllle From a Screen Adaptation by Jeanle Macpherson. ■ . (Copyright. 1114) ____ V ■ (Continue* from Yesterday.) Whether on or off, Admah required H detail*; *nd Elmer furnished them H fluently. For a quarter, he explained. E you could bribe a roustabout to let ^k you push a hand truck full of chlck fH #n crates down th* gangway Into the ■ hold. One* there, he promised, you Uf could bid* among the tobacco hogs » head* all the way to Cincinnati. ■ “It’s easy like hlttln' a church with IP a ostrlct egg," said Elmer. “I’ve M done It a hunnerd times." Ik Elmer, It developed, was familiar with the water front as with lunch ■ wagons and musical comedy queens. U Without a word to Admah he singled K out a negro and they came to terms t for a cash payment of fifty cents, borrowed from Admah. Subsequent fa progress down the gangplank, behind ;f a truckload of chickens, was nervous ® work, hut not difficult. Deckhands be I low were busy with other things as J Elmer, releasing his load at the right Instant, plucked Admah by the sleeve; and th* two of them went scram bling over hogsheads to a hiding place aft where the giant barrels stood in a convenient semi-circle around a P stanchion. , , Their retreat was narrow, stinking and noisy, for another detachment of hogsheads came rolling in, bumping k their way with a sound of doom. Ad mah had never been on a boat be fore- the lap-lap-lapping of water against the wooden wall threatened him as it charmed. His head began I to ache with the noise and the smell |i —first symptoms of seasickness. Once I he rose to his tiptoes to peer around his dank prison, but Elmer pulled L^0**him down with a most ingenious race track oath. . . . Who-O-O-O! He fell back, startled out of his skin. 1 he whistle was blowing All Aboard. . . . Slowly, deliberately over the nar I rlcade of barrels a head with a hel , met appeared and eyes that seemed ! to glow in the twilight roved from i one to the other of the two figures, crouching against a stanchion. “So thar you are!" said a rough, heavy voice In synchronization with the rough, heavy hand that «a,ch*(1 i out for Admah’s collar. “What d you all think yer doin’ anyhow?’ Admah cleared his throat and ■was warned into silence by a pinch in the “beef, hey? Well, come out o thar The end of a wooden club punched Admah in the ribs. The voyage was ------\ New York --Day by Day Li L---' W By O. O. MTNTYKE. Kew York, Dec. 26.—The police In trying to solve a series of Jewel rob- j herles that had their Inception in glittering cafe* discovered that there ere at least 1.000 young men In the roaring fortlea who have no vielbH means of support but who live In They are the Insolvent but Joll> lad* who keep up to the minute l’j clothes and are found where the candles burn brightest. And never g^M*ay a check. They are not sons ol " the rich nor are they remittance men. Most of them have escaped clutches of the law. They are of a certain meulcl well oiled hair, meticulously polished nafl* and freshly baxbered. Wise cracking is their specialty and they know all the answers. They1 call all the stage stars by their first names and speak of Schwab as Charlie. Of course, they are social para sites but the police have not been able exactly to fathom Just where the money comes from. If It Is po lite blackmail the victims never squawk. One thing is certain they are found where husbands are lia ble to be on the loose. I The Idea that a personal loan 1* g a debt of honor Is tosh to them al though It Is not conceivable they could go on indeflnately borrowing from this chance acquaintance or that. Although there is one cafe hound who admits he has been living for thr.ee years on quick touches. But he is adroit In hie attack and there are not 899 more like him. They ere harmless enough appearing and their conversation could be unleashed in the most ultra drawing room. They are known as Freddy, Jack, Phil and the Ilk*. You never hear their last names. Their attitude toward the opposite sex is courteous but rather remote. One gains the impression that their credo is that the "heart must play Ho ^ part." ’ _ The most difficult task on the stage, so actors say, la that of the “straight” man. Ho la the buffer for the come dian, feeds him the lines that wafts the breeze and otherwise assists to make the act ludicrous. It Is said that with a good "straight” man a mediocre comedian may he lifted to superlative comedy. There are only shout five first-class “straight” men In the business and the demand la heavy. Ths most finished of the "straight” A net) perhaps 1* Jay Brennan, for 'years the partner of the late Bert Savoy. Brennan has trained a new partner for the Jovial common part that. Savoy once played. At the first night here In a revue he carried the novice on his bark, so to speak. Once when the act looked as though It might be a sure flop he turned to the audience and said, "He'll he all right In a minute.” and by leading him over the rough places with deft el.Ill he saved the skit. Old Fred Ovlngton was found In n charitable Institution the other day by a reporter. For years he tramped across the country with a trained bear, enlivening Mnlri streets of h thousand villages. Each spring he took to the open rood, sleeping where night found him and picking up pitched coins here and there. His bear died this winter and Old Fred was forced to seek charily. He has been In every state In the union, nl ways on foot. She Is one of those eobaref dnneers who looks as though she hml been trying to fill Inside straight* In a strip poker game. Hhe pick* out some old party and a table anil "hot mammas" him with nmuslng ge* i tores. The other night she picked " the wrong victim. He hnppened to own the building and be had the lease ' a neelsd tiers use of liquor violations, f- she found herself out of a Job. The morsl Is: “Never kid an old 1 art ft" _ . (Copyright, ir:t.) over so far as he was concerned. He swung himself up and scrambled out into comparative daylight. Elmer came too. Auother policeman ap peared through the gangway, and the two culprits tvere led back to the wharf. Then the plank was swung away and the old Senator Clay rode pompously Into the stream. From the deck above a hundred passengers were enjoying the spectacle of two hoboes under arrest for stealing a ride on a river boat. Admah’s second encounter with tlje law was less fortunate than his first. Had he sent for his mother as he did when haled before the Commi»ioner the day might have gone better with him. But as he sat beside the daunt less Elmer in a City Prison cell he decided that Ma should never know of this second and larger disgrace. Elmer Hemingway—for during the night the ex-usher had revealed his all too splendid name—had volun teered his services as legal adviser. It was his precaution that their names went Into the police "blotter" as Frank McGuire and Henry Brown of Cincinnati. They didn’t want to go on record as bums, he explained dur ing their night conference, end re peated his formula. "Just you leave it to nae. Ad. I'll fix ’em good. And don't you open your trap unless you have to." When McGuire and Brown were called the younger stowaway sensed a tingling shame, as though he had been slapped in the face and had no redress. The Judge's heavy brow's had thickened and settled above, eyes that had lost their twinkle. The af fair was tragically brief, merely a glib statement from the policeman who had made the arrest; “If it please y’onna, the. prisoners was witched by me. I seen ’em loafin’ round Wharf Number One jest befo’ the Senator Clay put out." "You found them hiding in the boat?”—His Honor was brief, for much business Impended. "Down in the hold, y’on na, behind the hawkseds." When McGuire and Brown were called upon to defend themselves It was the whim of Fate that His Honor should have chosen Elmer to do the talking. And how the boy did talk! He went into the case with all the dexterity of an accomplished crimi nal lawyer. They had been In the lunch wagon business in Cincinnati, he and his friend Brown, and a man named Macey had offered them a bet ter Job in a wagon just outside the race course. They had had plenty of money to come down the River, but when they got to the city Macey had welched. They wanted to go home and they had no money. . . . "It seems I have heard something like that before," said the Judge in his softest accent. “Why don’t you speak the truth and say you've been i playing the races? And I want to j say here and now that there haa been | too much free riding lately on the river boats. I am going to make an example of you two young men. and I intend to deal just as severely with future cases." A short pause for effect. "Thirty days in the work house.” Then the Judge turned rather bored eyes toward his bailiff, indicat lug that he would hear the next case. McGuire and Brown were led away. Thirty days In the workhouse’ Thirty days . . . It was mldmornir.g of the thirtieth day when Admah and his partner got off at the car barns and sauntered together up Dutch Hill. A month s absence had changed everything lor Admah. The car barns, the soap fac tory, the Fort itself seemed to have shrunk in scale. He felt that he ha 1 been gone a long time, had visited foreign porta, had grown a little gray. The Workhouse had been no pleas ure, certainly; but it had been such a change from the little routine of Dutch Hill! • Elmer had been talking steadily ever since they had resumed their ordinary clothing and caught the tro! ley to town. As he talked the future grew—from a dissolute lunch wagon they had expanded Into a glistening store front on Grand Avenue with fancy fruits tn the window and a real onvx soda fountain running all the way along the north side. His sanguine gabble helped Admah on his trip home. The unchecked flow of optimism heartened him, gave him courage to face Ma and have It out with her. But he halted by the little spindly lamppost at the corner. It wouldn t do, be decided, to break Elmer on Ma all at once. Elmer wouldn't look respectable.to Ma: and bis talk would scandalize her, until she understood him. Since he had gone back to the tight plaid suit he looked a little worse than before; early hours and regular labor had agreed with him and be had put on weight. The cut of his trousers had not allowed for that; they threatened to burst. His very high and very dirtv collar looked dudish. Jla detested dydes. "Look here. Elm,” suggested Ad mah diplomatically, "suppose you hang around here, and I'll go In—” "And I'll catch the pieces cornin' out, huh?” “I’ll just smooth her down a little, then you can come in and tlx her up about the lunch wagon."_ "You're the doctor," replied the man of affairs and stuck another cfgaret Into the corner of his mouth from which one habitually hung. Admah left his confederate and sauntered up to the little Candy House with its faded orange boards and dull red trimmings. It had lost Its tidy look. Some neighborhood boy had thrown an old tin pail iijto the front garden which stared dustily. The geraniums were dry, going to seed miserably: the magnolia's leaves were bronze with dirt; Ma’s patch of lawn turned the color of the powdery weeds on the Fort's dry brow. The shades were drawn in the two front windows, the door was locked. In queer panic Adniah ran around the side of the house and up to the back stoop. Everything locked, ail the shades down. He pounded idioti cally on the panels, rattling the knob until it came loose in his hands Mi was away. ... Of course, she would be. . . . She had gone out sell ing candy, and Jo was at the Works, as usual. . . . That was It. . . . But the place looked so ramshackle, so down at heel, as If no one had been living there a long time. . . . “Well, so you’ve come back:" Admah turned sharply and saw Mrs. Stek, an old, haggard, mean caricature of Mabel, staring over the fence. "Where's Ma?” h* asked breath lessly. reading bad news in her took. (To Re Continued Tomorrow.) TT)e mills of the gods grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly fine. To that third party was reserved the high destiny of becoming a horrible example.—Cleveland Times. THE NEBBS ENTER ERNIE. Directed for TheOm^a Bee by Sol Hess /Tr VW. VAJWCS 8ROTvAE,r\. / ERtJ'C COMING 1 vvn&H WfD COt^C - wrs UVEO ''v wm4 MC A CXW D&X.S I \ AtREAOV - EVER SvnCC I / VHERRO HE vu&S COWHGy' ■_ /hello ROOOLPH *. 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