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(Continued From Saturday.) Mr. Holtz: His heart went pit a pat, for at that instant he knew her. slhe was the older one . . . the one He had firet seen standing on a cast i/on Uon outside the old Livingstone I’ark. . • . But maybe it wouldn't be just right to speak of it now. He Had seen her many times since, usual ly at a distance. Close up, he decided aho wasn’t quite so pretty. “Which Mister Holtz, ma'am?” he •nquired after a blank silence. “Well, I really can't say." Thera was no coquetry in her smile; it was engaging and natural. “You see, I saw the sign—” “Candy Holtz,” cried Admali, em boldened. “Then I reckon It's me you want.” Out back Jo might have been seen to stir restlessly, for be was jealous of prestige, and lie had recognized a •member of the royal family, walking incognito. “What an original name:” said Margaret Peake, showing ail honest dimple. Her whole manner was so boyishly straightforward that Adm&h could have drowned the witch of Hutch Hill who carried poison on her gin-scented breath. “It's the trade name I go by,” lie explained good naturedly. “Of course,” she said. “And it's really a very clever one. Only I have Mr. Adninli Holtz down on the list—” She had opened her hangbag and brought out a sheet of writing paper with a column of names running down one side. ... “That s me," admitted Admah an^l was on the point of saying, “Ajid 1 know who you are, too,” but a sav ing caution forbade such sacrilege. “You're going to think I’m an awful nuisance,” she told him. “when you hear what it’s all about.” “Oh, no, ma’am.” This was amaz ing, too. A Peake Sister—the second prettiest, one—coming' into Ills store and calling lierself a nuisance: It was like one of those funny dreams where you wake up laughing. “Well, don’t mind being just hs rude as you please. I’m here to beg.” She still smiled; but for the first time be noticed a curious eai casm in her look. „ It wasn’t unkindly. You see they n4fed a, hundred thou sand dollars for a, new wing to the St. Thomas Nursing Home-" “I see. A sort of place for nursc3 to stay—” . „ . .. . “Probably.” She smiled again that faintly sarcastic smile. “But •inci* dentally it’s a place where they raise babies that mighttn't be raised other New York ••Day by Day L--—--* By O. O. MTSTYBE. New Tork. Jan. d.—A. page from Ihe diary of a modern Samuel Pepys: Arose betimes and fashioned my stint before breakfast, something I have uever done before and so gay I de clared the rest of the day a holiday. So to the Hippodrome where Mark Ueuscher showed me a trained fox I .tit my dog In such a frenzy the ani mal was shy. Talked also to the ele phant trainer who told me strange tales. Afterward to lunch with William Johnston, the tayle writer, and af terward to a club hnd a group ot us formed a spelling bee end out of pipe I stood third from the winner, tripping up on "zygophylaceous a silly word anyway. In the evening with my wife to Rube Goldberg's, where the men fell to cards and the women to mahjong and I lost very little, being very nig gardly even In small gambling. So home late and to bed. Speaking of poker, there Is a tradi tion that my father In his coltish clays was quite skilled in the national pastime. I remember once a week » group of men—Dr. Desmond. 1 mie John Lincoln. Cousin Sennctt Young and a few others would drop in at father's hotel. One by one they would drift off to room 3*1. That was the drummers sample room. One day overcome by curiosity I burst Into the room. Never in my life or since bare t felt so unwelcome tfnywhere. They looked at me with annoyance and at each other guiltily. After that the door was always tightly locked. Times have changed—at least In New Tork. Mothers and fathers now play poker with their sons and daugh ters and all smoke cigarets togetlv er. There is in New Tork a profes sional cabaret hostess who generally winds up the night by bringing- gay roysterers home for breakfast. Stic Is th* Idol of her parents—a real old fashioned mother and father who have no knowledge of the night life of Broadway. The mother cooks ihe breakfast and the father does tlm serving. All thetr Interest In life la centered In their butterfly daughter. And she Is devoted to them. The other night T find a family dinner with a vaudeville troupe known as The Circle Blanks—the name Is fictitious. Walter Klugsely. a vaudeville press agent, took rue along with him. There was father, mother, two sons and a daughter who for IS years had been doing bicycle act In the halls. Most of the time tliey are on the road hut they keep up a home—a walk-up apartment In the Forties. Rarely have 1 seen such family devotion. It was the sort of home where th* mother was queen. She wa* anticipated In everything she tried to' do by one of her children who did It for her* After dinner she sat In a big comfortable chair—one son on each arm and the daughter at her feet. Kach year they take a six weeks’ vacation and all go lo the Maine woods together to hunt and fish. T don’t suppose expert bicycle riders receive much applause In vari ety. Yet t believe they Invariably hold the attention of the audience Perhaps It has th* Interest of the *.uto race—the expectation of a spill, ft Is the same with performers on the bounding mat. You wonder whst will happen if they miss the mat. I notice, also In s theatrlral weekly that three county fair high divers have deserted their profession. Thsy eay th* public Is not Interested •ny more. That I* a pity! Few thrills outdo those few second* when the direr on th* high pedstsi slowly top p!s» forward to th* smsll tank of W*t«r. (Copyilsht, !*:•.» IWVl'f li*. / wise. Anyhow, the old plare is falling piecemeal into the River, and I don't think the prominent citizens of out town could do a better work of charitj-.” The Prominent Citizens of Oui Town. Prominent Citizen Holtz swelled a little inside his tinny gray coat. The delusion of magnificence was somewhat spoiled by Jo's shuf fling footsteps, coming out of the candy kitchen. He stared an instant at the elegant Miss Peake, then went over to the desk and pretended to be examining the books. "We've got out a list of names." she went sweetly on, "and Mr. Wilder of the Evening Democrat has prom ised to print the donors on the front page. They’ll do this every day until we've raised the entire amount. That's an interesting idea, don't you think?" "I should say so," agreed Admah through dry lips. Over by the desk Jo coughed once, consumptively. "They gave me a short list to work on," said she, "because they don’t think I'm much of a beggar. But I’m right proud of myself this mawnln’,” She read the sheet of note paper across the counter and invited in spection. With a small gold pencil she pointed out the names and Ad mail's head was as close to liers as the width of a velvet brim. Hats were big that year. Their shoulders were not far apart, their eyes were focussed uponA common interest. "Samuel tteltermeyer and Com pany, one thousand dollars," she read aloud. “Purley and Jones, one thou sand. . . . They're big game, and I've put them at the top as a noble exam ple. > . . Philander Strong, live hun dred. New York Shoe Company, live hundred. Henry G. Camni, five hun dred. Southern Motors Company, five hundred. . . . That finishes the five hundreds. Now here’s the two hun dred list. . . . Hersinger’s, Philip R. Gratz, the c-Tothier; F. It. Cummins, the jeweler. . . .” "They’re down for two hundred?" asked Admah thickly. "Yes, Mr. Holtz. And several oth era, if you care to see them. But I’m working out a list of hundreds and fifties.” "They don’t interest me very much," drawled Candy Holtz. "Then you're not willing—” already she had taken her l/aj^r from the counter and was folding it away. "Wait a minute.” lie said, suavely as he could, holding up a restraining hand. "Just give me time to get my check book.” "Oh. I beg your pardon.” Her face was wreathed in rewarding smiles. "I Knew you’d want to give something. And how much shall 1 put you down for, Mr. Holtz?” "Two hundred dollars, I reckon,' drawled Admah. Over in Jo's corner a great silence seemed to reverberate like a heavy fall. "Ob, that Is generous." eaid Miss Peake, genuinely pleased. Opposite the name of Candy Holtz ehe jotted down the figures, then thrust the paper into its handbag. "This is just a pledge, you know," she explained. "We'll send you round a notice fast enough when the time comes to pay.” And as the flu flits of her handbag snapped together. "Don't you think I’d make a right good book agent?” "I reckon you would. Miss Peake." said Admah. "Anyhow you'd be pow erful successful in the candy busi ness.” "How?” Her look was not chal lengipg; merely interested. "Well. \i I had a. dozen young ladle like you workin’ behind the counter we'd sell right smart of candy.” "I'm afraid I’m too lazy to sell candy.” she said, and seemed to con sider"the point. Then with a certain pei uliar rush of confidence. "Mr. Holtz, there’s a young girl I know who wants to go Into business. I don't know how to advise her. be cause I’ve had no experience. ’ "What can she do?" was Admah s practical question "Absolutely nothing But siie wants to learn something that will make her a littlo money." • "Vnu can't make money sit tin round the parlor, Miss Peake.’ h said. And because the title Promt nent Citizen had swollen him tem pnrarily out of his usual reticence. "You've got to take what's comln or else make a joh for yourself. D ain’t very pretty, gettin' started.” She had turned os If to go, hut came back suddenly with the irapetu ous question: "How did you get started, Mi Holtz?” "Peddlin’ candy in a. basket round Miss Martincastle’a school.” "Oh.” Recognition came into hei clear eyes.” ”1 reckon you've forgotten the time,” tie wcht on, for a light mad ness possessed him, "when I -was pet! dling candy round tbe old J.lvlng stone Place and you were standing on one of the lions—” "1 would be," she agreed. "And you wouldn't buy* my pep mints because your brother wouldn’t loan you a nickel,’’. "Sweet heaven, arc you the boy'.’'' she cried, and her eyes flashed bill liantly around the new store. There was a. curiosity in her look, and humor, too. Uehind It all .\ilmah thought lie saw that same disdain that had turned him from her to her tender little sister so many years ago. Well, good afternoon, Mr. Holt*." she pmiled. "And when my friend wants work. 1 hope—” ".lost send her round to me." “Thunk you." She should have route, hut nullin' she stood’ fusslna willi tin clasps of her handUu,'. "By I lie way . . . when your name is print, rtl, how shall we put it? Adniah Holtz—’’ "Candy lltdiz. ma'am.” he correct ed her. “That's the name I'll be goln' by—for a white, anyhow." Then she was gone, leaving the establishment to frank and acrid UU mission. "Ad," whined Jo, an elbow on the ledger as lie ran his linger through thin locks, "I don't know wiuit to do with van. 1 really lion’t." ‘•What’s on your mind now, boy? .1,1* .storm were ot small impor taii-: to hi" younger and menu pro irrcsslve brother. -| it,| I I,, all right w hen you said two hundred dollars’ Two hundred dollars lor an asylum?” ••That's what the lady put down*! reckon.** _ . “What for? Who'S (roln to pay l*? Tossln* monoy away ltko a drunken inillhand. Wh-- coin' to W’ • This ,„v !■ '■!>. J. .A soothingly. “Not a • out ,il ‘ * out of tin* linn's money. 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