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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 6, 1925)
“THE GOLDEN BED” By WALLACE IRWIN. Produced aa a Paramount Picture by Cecile B. DeMUle From a Screen Adaptation bjr Jeanie Macpheraon. (Cocrrleht. Ill*) l -- J (Continued from Yesterday.) "For two hundred dollars the name of Candy Holtz gets on the front page of the Evening Democrat. It's a Prominent Citizen, rldln’ In tha pa rade with the beet In town. For two hundred dollars Candy Holt* ride* in the same hack with Hersinger, the confectioner; Philip R. Gratz, the clothier; F. R. Cummins, the Jewel er. That's my ideer." “It sounds right looney to me," groaned Jo over his ledger. "But it's your money, not mine. You'd better look out, that's all." "I reckon I had,” agreed Candy Holtz nnd went forward to wait on a customer. Saturday afternoons Admah often found time to exercise with the Live Wires Bowling Club, which enjoyed the weekly privilege of playing on two undulating alleys in the base ment o« Palfer's. A mediocre bowler himself—his best score was 165—the game gave him a touch of sporting life whlrh always appealed to some thing in his nature. Sim Jackson and Abie Moss were the champions. Both had passed the 240 mark and, as a consequence, acted as captains and chose their teams. Invariably Admah found himself at the foot of the list and, being the last to bowl, never played his ninth and tenth frame un less the score was almost even and he had a chance of knocking down the deciding pin. One Saturday afternoon Admah missed the fun at Palfer’s for several very good reasons. First, Saturday afternoon trade had grown so briskly that every hand was needed at the Red Front Store; second, Jo had been called home suddenly to attend Mrs. Jo, who was about to present Admah with another nephew; third, his day was interrupted by a most unexpect ed visitor. Miss Mae Hannigan, an experienced spin ■'ter. who had learned her trade at ITi-isinger's, had appeared oppor tunely to take charge of a counter. She i-onnnanded a large salary and bad evoked many a "Look out!" from the cautious Jo. But her appearance at i«a o'clock put order in the estab lishment; on this Saturday afternoon i’ affeeted Admah with such confi dence that he was tempted to put on his hat and slip over to Palters, if for only a half % hour of refreshing racket. He wa* moving to\yard hi« hat peg in the rear when a roaring voice, com it: . from the front of the store, New York j --Day by Day— '____s By O. 0. M INTYRE New York, Jan, 5.—I have Just talked to a man whose life for 201 years has been pitched In the hurly, imply of Broadway. He is a news paperman and a shift of management sent the "old ball and chain” around the *tfios and he found himself job 1«.:. there are not so many newspaper jobs in New York these days so he decided t<» try for a place on a news paper he lelt in a little southern town to come to New York. There was an immediate reply for him to pack the kitbag and come on. He was the most abject picture of woe 1 have ever seen. To him the world had corns to an end. He could not garner one gleam of joy in re turning to a peaceful community where he had real friends and could enjoy peace and hapiness. New York has a way of hypnotiz ing its sons and daughters. The big ness charms them as the snake charms the bird and after a while they begin to believe there Is no ' place else but Manhattan. It is the kingpin of foolish reasoning. Once they get away and break ths spell they rarely come back. They find there is more genuine living to the square inch in towns west of the metropolis than they ever found possible here. They have 10 real friends there to one fair weajher friend here. t’nless a man has an enormous in come it is almost impossible to own a home here unless he buys one out where the pavement ends In some straggling suburb. In the smaller city If he is thrifty he soon becomes a home owner. People there accept j|im for what hr ts nnd not because of a well tailored suit or because he can call some stage star by first name whether he knows him or not. As a ^lace for the hustler to make money New York grades high but as a place to live It totals zero. There le much talk of abandoning Manhattan transfer—that odd place that boasts only a depot and which has given millions of new comers the first thrill of arrival Jt Is only a few moments away from the big terminals. Manhattan transfer has long been the butt of comedians who refer to thsmselve* as being mayor of the place. New Torlc tailor* are now making pickpocket proof clothe*. They ap peal especially to subway riders. Se cret pockets are Installed under the armpits and are so devised that they cannot be found save by the owner. One man is said to have his pock ets picked so much in the subway that for a year he had been wearing pocketless trousers. Down In the Turkish quarter they sell native perfume for 10 cents a bottle. And It Is the same perfume that a certain gilded perfumery on the avenue sells for $8 for the same sized bottle. On Allen street a lady of my acqulantance bought a dress for *65. She has a friend who bought the identical dress In the fnshlnnahle dressmaking district on West Fifty-seventh street for *28?. Values In Manhattan are largely geographical. And as long as there continues to be suckers It will remain that way. The othei day with a New Yorker T had n bite to cat In one of those c-it and run places. Ths waiter brought the change with a flourish and sold “Here you are, pal.” Ths New Yorker was astounded. Ha could not understand why I did not re buke him and also report him to the management, The waiter was merely being kind, according to his light. In fact I rather admired his friend liness. And where Is the old-timer who Used to call the stranger ' Buddie?” (Oopyrlshf. 1S5I.J jarred him like a cannon's detona tion. "Holts! I want to see Holtz!" The ladylike Miss Hannigan stood palsied, peppermints dropping from her candy scoop. Several customers turned open-mouthed toward the bawling intruder. A great stubby block of a man stood in the entrance, long, silvery hair showing under n broad-brimmed black hat. He wore a greasy suit of heavy broadcloth and across his rounded stomach a large gold chain with a heavy Masonic charm. "Holtz!" he bellowed again. "I’m Holtz,” said Admah with a sort of savage dignity; for he was never less than proprietor in his own shop. "Well, break every bone in mv body!” demanded the formidable p*r sor, and came striding in. He was a dissolate looking old man with a tobacco stain in one corner of his mouth. His cheeks were veiny; he exuded Bourbon. He wore with it all a disreputable resemblance to Ben iamin Franklin. "Which one are you?" he asked in a harch Yankee voice as he Clapp*>1 the younger man on the shoulder. His ayes were not unkindly. . . . Some r.htng stirred In Admail's heart. Ho sas seeing a ghost. "I’m Admah Holtz," he said, sud lonly tamed. "Well, there's a handful for you!" merrily roared the Franklin carica ture. "And I guess you don't know who In hell you're talkin' to." "You ain't—” "That’s jest who I am, my lath Cap'n Buf» Holtz. Put 'er here, hoy ' And there stood Admah, pump handling with one whom he had for years regarded as a mere figure, like a cast-iron statue. “Gosh-ainighty!" he whispered, re verting to boyhood. "Surprised, hey?" asked Captain Bafe with a wheeze that was louder than any wheeze should lie "Well, now, where’s the other one?" "The other what?" “Ain't there two of you boys?" "Yes. Me and Jo. He's home to day." "Where d'you set down?" asked the old man abruptly. Somewhat re lieved, Admah led into the rear room and brought out two kitchen chairs. The one which Uncle Bafe accepted creaked under his dead weight. "I’ve often heard Ma talk about you," said the nephew, for the visitor was gazing into space as If awaiting the next move. "She’s been dead over ten years." "Don’t say so!" He tried to cross his legs, but changed his mind be cause the major portion of Captain Bafe was in the way. "Pa’s dead, too; I reckon you know that." "I guess I do." Uncle I.afe spat into a distant wastebasket. "1 ought to know. I, paid for the funeral.' This should have touched Admah's pride, but he»only smiled. In the quaint personality he seemed to see his father whom he had known and loved so short a time. "I guess I've passed this place a dozen times," said the old man as though no other topic were on his mind, "and today's the first lime T looked up. And when I seen the name Holtz I says, by ginger. I won der If them ain't Matty's boys! gone into business. Holtz is an odd name round this town. Hum." He wheezed >ind spat again. "So Matty's dead. Got rest 'er bones, she was a woman! 1 only seen er onr-e after marriage, but say! She had Henry mewin' like a kitlen under a stove. Why didn't you folks look me up when you come to town?" "I went to your house once. They said you'd moved." "That stone shack on West Innes Street? Ho!" He laughed until the candy makers turned, giggling ner vously. "Why. I ain't been in that place for thirty year*. Sold out to a real estate eharp who thought the town was movin’ that way. I knew it wasn't. So I packed up and went into the hog business Ever hear of Dell s Bandin' hams"" "Why. Captain Holtze—" "Uncle Bafe. son!" Me cracked his nephew painfully on the knee “Uncle Bafe. everybody knows about Dell's Bandin’ hams, I reckon You don’t mean tp say—" "Yep. And Dell’s Tendin' country sausages. We ain't no rivals to tjie Peake family when It comes to wealth and social refinement, but T guess yer Aunt Browne can show 'em a few tricks about cookin' a ham. tint a car?" "I’ve got a Ford." Admah admitted "Good. Married?” "No, sir." "The other one married’" "Jo? Yes. he’s married." "Don't cotton to yer sisler-ln law, do you?" "Why, ahe’s * very nlra lady—" "Come, hoy! I guess tf she 'mount ed to much you'd a hauled 'er into the ronversation before this. I don t think I'll ask Jo to supper on the farm till I've looked over his wife. . . . Wives, you know—" here he dug hie nephew with a crafty thumb, "have got to be handled with kid gloves." "I reckon so." said Admah. “You'd know so, If you had one.” Uncle Lafe closed one eye slowly, carefully like a lid over a hot coal. Adinfth chose Tuesday for his eve ning with Uncle L,afe Holtz. Tues day, favorable, because Mrs. Jo, thanks to the trained nurse whom her brother-in-law had engaged at his own rxnrnsp. had t'eleased her husband for night duty at the store. The hog farm occupied a twenty-acre tract less than tive miles beyond the colony of new Georgian and Tudor houses with which a raw plutocracy was crown ing the hills along the River Boule vard. Cold stars were hanging low and an October breeze rustled dry leaves In the stark waterside groves as the little tar rushed northward toward a supper which—so Uncle Late had warned him—would be laid at six. Aunt Brownie, he was im pressed, was a stickler for prompt ness. The River Boulevard was off Ad mah's beat, but he always admired Its air of spaciousness and worldly comfort. It had the best road in the district, and the roofs of fine dwell ings. showing through bare, twilit boughs, satisfied some unexpressed longing In hie. heart. Power was falling away from the Satsunias. A1 ready hustling men—nobodies in orl „|n—were amassing fortunes and liv ing among the hills IiTia landed gen try. Tn a wide brick mansion with clustered chlmheys and curving drhe* mellow lights were showing from many windows Here, as everybod knew, dwelt Mr. Sta«ey de lx>ng, pro prietor of th** Hamilton Hotel. had^once been headwaiter in the same establishment. 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