“THE GOLDEN BED” By WALLACE IRWM. Produced as a Paramount Picture by Cerile B. DeMllle From a Screen Adaptation by Jeanie Macpherson. rcopyrlaht. 1924) (Continued from Yesterday.) If the two settled gentlemen ut the next able had laughed at Candy Holtz tt was now Candy Holtz's turn to laugh at the world's moralities. There was no spite In his chuckle, for he had retained his fondness for the Dutch Hill ghl who had first worked magic In his heart. Strangely enough she had given him an impulse for the little culture lie had picked up. much as a tramp kicks cast-off ruses from the sidewalk. But the sarcasm of It1 Mabel Stek, "gone wrong" accord ing to the vernacular, an object of popular derision—not for a hundred years could Admail forget those beast ly night sounds through the thin partition when Fa Stele hail cast her out with a vile word—that far the tale was scarlet with Its moral. Be good. Sav home. Cultivate domestic virtues. But what of Mabel's story carried on into another chapter? Leader of the Wistaria's pony ballet, Mabel had shaken a "scion" out of his settled snobbery. A kick of the leg, a turn of the eye and the plum had fallen into her lap. She had tak en a man away from onyp of the Beau tiful Peake sisters—the Star-Eagle had Implied that plainly enough. The ancient barriers of caste were broken and Unvirtue had triumphed. Such thoughts revolving in his ac tive brain, Admoh finished, his lamb stew and his coffee and his cut of pie. Then, because it was his habit to * examine the baseball scores both lo cal and nation, he opened the paper " again, and again his eye was dis tracted by a picture. The picture of a girl holding a bouquet of roses against a lacy gown which she had worn as bridesmaid at somebody a wedding. Certainly she was very beautiful, even in the reproduction; her oval, impertinent, arrogant lit tle face sent forth a challenge from the printed page. "Miss Flora Lee Peake.” said the boxed-in text below, "daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Garnet Peake. It is rumored that her en gagement to the Marquis of San Pilar -vc-ill be announced today at a Syca more Club luncheon." This last illustrated item acted as a check upon the cynic philosophy which the news about Mabel Stck had inspired. If the old caste-barriers were breaking down, as young Car ter s run-away match would lead the. reader to suspect, what of this for eigner with numerous handles to his name who h;ul come nil the way front Spain to gi\e his title to the pick ot local society? Elmer Hemingway— who had sold out his interest in the candy business two years before and started for the Philippines to invest in a gold mine—would have dismissed the Marquis with a volley of home made socialism. Admah had heard New York -•Day by Day __ J By O. O. M*INTYRE. New York,, Jan. 1.—Thoughts while strolling around New York: Women In line to buy prize fight tickets. A movie studio. Tangled scenery and glaring lights. And a! ways an orchestra to inspire the ac tors. There’s Alan Dwan with meg aphone. An old German cafe now an un dertaking parlor. A full lipped and wise eyed movie star carrying a cane She used to cry ''Cash" in a five and 10. Now she poses as a Spanish noblewoman. How much is a widow s mite" There goes my hat again. Three mental-rest-cures In a block. And the little shop where for 20 years an old man has been trying to turn carbon into diamonds. Winnie Sheehan and his ponderous car and n place -where they make dummies for ventriloquists. Lounging groups at the Palace. Gaudy patterned overcoats. Hats with tiny ‘flaming feathers. And empty pockets. A swivel chaired lunch, where you may read books as you eat. Butterflies beating frail wings against the winter. Today an extra. Tomorrow a star. And vice versa. Boarding house win dow ledges. White jars. Muds and ointments. The futile cosmetic battle against age. A pawn broker district. Where men seem to have ice water In their veins. The frightened bleat of an auto struck dog. Wiggles a little. And is lifeless. Poor little fellow. Now rny day i.s ruined. The fringe of Hell's Kitchen. A few queer o’ld peak-roofed houses. And little penlike yards. Where children shrink from passers by. The smell of gas houses. Big dray horses. Men with bulging shoul ders and undershot jaws. Never was a. district so aptly named. And it's no place for a dude cop. Fire sales. Cheap Jewelry auctions. Raw meat sandwich stands. And now for a fast walk home. The Green Room cluh gave a din ner the other evening to honor Percy Hammond the dramatic critic, ftnd Jack Lait. Both are from Chi cago. One speaker said he was In Chi cago recently and a group of news papermen asked if It were true that Hammond was New York's highest paid critic and Lait an editor. He af firmed the report. "Funny." said the questioner, ' they were driven out of Chicago by the ornlthorynchi." And looking It tifi In the dictionary the sfteaker found it was a beast with a bill. Another speaker said he had un derstood that Chicago named "The Loop" after Hammond nnd Jjiit. And added: "They got the idea watching them Bo home in the curly morning." The old houses on lower Fifth avert in are giving way to ornate a part tie til houses. The section has failed lngloriously to halt the onslaught ol tin* three room and hath. Ten of thr old mansions where fine old farnlllri still retained their horse drawn enr rlages for afterqoon drives uptown have been torn down. If. T Webster, the cartoonist, snv« that when lie was a boy bis ambition was to be a cook stove nnntPr. An oilier pleasant and slmilliir task ft seems to me, would be to name new ij i Intent horses, in n block on' S ' - such names ns "Beverly Court "KlKldnn Arms," "Roosevelt Ti t i i-i," "Hlldonla,.rhe llilli test. Cii I'n.’ 1 K tCcpyi ight, lGu.) 7 white gills, they explained between rounds of Kelly pool. Spiggoties spent all their time chicken-righting and beating their wives. Just look at the Spiggoties at Manila. . . . But when Admah had paid his lunch check and gone out for his hat he enjoyed an elation in the region of his local pride. He was glad that Mabel had done so well and shown the world a few tricks it didn't know. And he was glad that the European nobility had recognized the lJeakes. . . . Gosh, he thought, that little queen holding the bunch of roses must be the very baby I say.' chris tened the day I stood by the churiih with the candy basket. . . . As he went around the corner to take his Ford out of its parking place he was under the spell of a dream, unusual to the man of action that Admah had become. He had been aw&y from the store all morning, pursuing an enterprise of his own in the young, flourishing town which had sprung up across the wide River after the K & G. bridge was built. The sight of his new store always affected Admah headily. On a good corner—the Grand Avenue shopping district was growing rapidly around it—the front glowed flagrant ly with the vermlllion paint which he had caused to be mixed three times to suit his eye . . . plenty of yellow in the red. so that the folks would stop and stare at the big gold sign. CANDY HOLTZ. To Admah that sight gave the esthetic pleasure which an artist feels wthen at last he has found his metier. That day, as he stepped from Ills Ford and stood regarding the effect, his venturesome corner looked good to Admah Holtz. His nickel-plated electrip candy-puller in the window was patiently, faithfully turning its skein of strawberry-colored taffy. A novelty in town, he had Imported that candy-puller after having seen its double working on the boardwalk at Atlantic City. Jo had warned him of the expense. Jo, of course, would. . . . But the device was already pay ing its own rent. More than that, it was flashing a message to the pas serby, telling the world about Holtz Admah found Jo behind the counter, weighing out taffy which lie cracked with a little silver jiammer, There were three customers waiting and Jn looked peevish. Therefore Admah hurried to the rescue in time to sat isfy one with a half pound of pepper mints and another with a box of Home Sweet Chocolates—the litter he bought in job lots from a local fac tory and repacked under his own label. Other customers came in and Admah attended them handily: with out apparent effort he served twice fast as Jo, who prided himself on his thoroughness. Presently there fell a lull In trade. While Jo worked fussily to satisfy the demand of an old lady who came ip to find an extinct variety of lemon drop. Charley Finch, their thln-wrlsted clerk, returned from lunqh. Out back Admah cast a proprietorial eye over his force; three colored girls stood at marble-topped work tables dropping peppermints out of little machines especially made for dropping. Ma Holtz's Iron spoon and pan had been relegated to the past. The marble topped tables were standardized arti cles, manufactured by a confectioners' supply company in Detroit. What then had become of the reconverted gravestone upon which Ma had so laboriously dripped a million pep' mints? Admah knew, and Jo, of course, had found out. The idea had seemed silly to Jo, but his protests hadn't weakened Admah's determina tion that her name and a line from "Walk in the Light" be cut in the slab and that it mark a mound be side Pa Holtz's in a cluttered church yard across the River. Sentimental ity, you'll say. Yes, hut the golden stones that mark a Pharaoh’s tomb are sentimental, too. After he had made a round of the new store, exulting jn the neatness and the smartness of it all, Admah came back to the counter and found Jo resting behind a copy of the Star Eagle. Pale, thin and straw-colored, the older Holtz brother had already lost some of his front hair and wore a tamed, uxorious look. 'Well.’ he drawled from behind the sheet, "I see your best girl's bobbed up again." "Forget it." Admah invited, then by the way of a counter Irritant, l ie looked over that corner in S' udder ville and about decided to take a lease.” "Better look out." said Jo, employ Ing his formula Then he threw aside his paper, wrinkled his queer HUP forehead and inquired, "Sec here. Ad, when's this goin' to stop?" "When's what goin' to stop?" "Well, we've got this store and we're out fifteen hundred for ini provementa. And you're still hangln’ onto them two old lunch wagons out by the track.” "Hi, Charley!" whispered Admah to his thin-wristed clerk—a customer had come in and was waiting to be served. “Well," he explained to Jo, "the lunch wagons are paid for. ain't they? And we ll have that fifteen hundred off our chests by the tenth— money in the bank, too." Well, we ought to let well enough alone. What's the ideer about Scud derville"" "Start another store like this one— red front, taffy-puller in the window, Candy Holtz Siam over the door. That's the chain system we re goin to work on—maybe all the way up River to Cincinnata." "Better look out,” moaned do. "I am." replied Admah heedlessly. "But this store here is only a starter It's Just here to show what can be done—" "You're a single man. You can afford to gamble and blow up. I can't." Jo, It was true, owned a quarter interest In the randy Holtz enterprise and his opinion was to he considered Dut he had played so long in the role of Cassandra that Admah had learned to meet his formula with another. "Say," he said as If Inspired, "d'you want to sell out your share and go on salary’;" "You know durn well 1 don't,” snapped Jo. "But you better look out. If you git too fclg for your britches you'll bust, that's all: Mark my word. And how In the world can we make pepmints fast enough to supply stores all the way from there to Clncinnata?" Admah lowered his voire, for an other ruatomer bad come In and was stasdin* by the taffy counter a few yards away. ■I'm talkin' up a contract with the Pell Steam Candy Works. They can turn out all we can use—on our order. s*e '" "But we're been advertlsin home made—" (To n>- CiioMniii'd Tomorrow!__ if7 V-AaELLO ERNEST - WOW'S E TWANGS'—>. ^CONMNG ? 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