“THE GOLDEN BED”
By WALLACE IRWIN.
Produced aa a Paramount Picture by Cecile B. DeMUle From a Screen
Adaptation bjr Jeanie Macpheraon.
(Cocrrleht. Ill*)
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(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,
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--Day by Day—
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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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