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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 9, 1925)
(CenUnoed from Yesterday.) "How dee do, Ma'am," he eald po lltely, for the figure was now close to th* running board. She was sien der and young and a fragile evening gloak covered her shoulder. "How do you do?" There might have been mockery in the tenuous voice, hut It became wheedling with the request, "I’m away out here with nobody to take me in—could you?’’ “Yes, ma'am. Mighty pleased, I'm •hore:” He would have alighted to help her In, but she developed a sur prising agility and leaped to the seat beside him. Because his dash light was out of order—something was al ways a little wrong with his Ford— he had no more than a glimpse of her face. It was a faintly beautiful thing that seemed to cast a radiance in the dimness. He sat like a lump, Htid waited! "Oh, please hurry,” she begged. ”1 do hope you’re a speed maniac. I must go back to town—” “Once I'm started nothin’ can stop me.” he boasted recklessly and hopped out to crank up. In the labor of turning the engine he paused once and peered up at the stars. Millions of them, wastefully scattered across the heavenly arch. A moon like a thread of silver was sloping west ward. . . . Queer that he should have thought of Mabel Stek. . . . Then the motor began to vibrate furiously and Admah sprang back into his seat. When they were on their way he turned and looked again. She was a smallish girl, no higher than lus shotilder. Under the first arc lamp he got an impression of bright hair 11114! eyes that met his like pools of light. H* could feel her warmth against his arm and catch a tender perfume. ’’Cold?” he asked. They had gone nearly a mile and ehe had asked nothing so far. •‘Sort of,” she responded, giving a little shudder that tempted him to nut Ills arm around her and protect her as though she were a little child. Instead he stopped the car again and removed his overcoat. "Just slip this on, ma'am. I m used to the wind. I was gettin' too hot anyhow.” _ -Oh, thank you." she purred, as she bent her shoulders and permitted hint to wrap her in his new hand-me-down And when she had settled back and the car was again in motion "he sighed and murmured sleepily, /I ou needn't go so awfully fast.-^ -----\ 9 New York --Day by Day _/ By O. 0. M INTYRE. New York. Jan 8-Thoughts while strolling around New Y'ork: The t n. specialty shop district of MAdlson avenue. Prices higher than on Fift l„d aU are busy. Th. NewYork Idea —Jack up the prices and the boobery comes on the run. _ 1n Th. antique dealer. *Pecf '7* " s srt rsr A painter Smooth and debonalre. And a TheVhl'te.awPReid mansion. Bleak a„dh:.o«hCircular driveway thatred resent, a fortune t# pIay U r?T' / a d0'R and book shop—both marbles. A aog delicatessen f1"6 *Cde\ out of sand man. Made a "XEtoS are6 ^*££*£1 sheer. And tUe ^‘"’t^t dwindles ever that 1"- A i flats, boot off into h,ocks of acadeinles and black ParlorB- „ ' \ cop kisses a delicatessen shops. A P ...... Beyond the nd cart torches. Its medley. A with imskets. Flat aproned Punch. Young Old men with c u grooms girls with \008%'°0^S which Working srsjr. .,r—■ lUU. ™» Took jss^Jsr nsr~ ssr .. babies. NOW for home. Society leaders are eternally s Ing In for such things. Now they are Cruder has opened another on * Forty third street. Each is prominent in the affairs of the 400. Sidewalk curiosity in New York Is Just as highly developed as in F m y Oan YV. Va. A huge iron fence around a certain jewlery establish ment had just been painted and was hung with signs reading Fr paint.” m an hour’s time the corner cop counted 22 people who. overcome with a desire to teat the truthful ness of th. sign, touched their Angers to the wet paint. And just o» °rt‘nary safe hoisting in any part of the cltv will necessitate the presence of extra policemen to keep^beck the curious. There 1* a magazine writer who a year ago became suddenly obsessed with the Idea that he had only « short while to live.- Expert ding nostlclans found him perfectly fit physically and experts explained It was a mere phobia that he could ehake off with mental effort. But to no avail, he continued to brood. And then he began feverishly to write. Heretofore he had been able to write leisurely and successfully and choose hla market. Now he Is trying to write for good, b®d and Indifferent maga zines and as a result Is landing only now and then. In fact the better magazines reached, the point where thoy would take nothing he writes. Yet he keeps plugging away des perately add forlornly. The first stop for show, closing on Broadway and aa a prelude to a road tour Is the mrobert Riviera on upper Broadway. It Is here that the players really say their farewell to a slices. full run. The one week there gives them the chance to rent their apart ment. end arrange their affairs for the tour of the provinces. • am fCopyrleht. 113® % "Tou said you wanted a speed maniac,"- he replied defensively. “You’ve proved It,” she drawled, settling more snuggly against his arm. "I hadn't the least notion you could go so fast.A "I pass most everything on the road," he lied recklessly. "Those big cars are clumsy to handle around the curves. Noiv take a car with a short shassy—” "1 never could learn anything about ears.” she said, in 1he sweetest voice he had ever heard, hud her words implied an admiration that set the driver's heart to thumping. "It must be wonderful to know how to handle them. They’re so much more com plicated than horses." Her tone suggested that anybody could manage a thoroughbred and that Admah, like herself, had grown bored with raging stables.” “I had a horse once,” he confessed, thinking of old John, "but 1 sold him.” "I've sold mine, too,” she muttered drowsily. Then there was another silence. Her sweet young body pressed against his arm, pleading to be protected. The wind had loosened a strand of her hair and It brushed liis cheek delightfully. "Are you in the automobile busi ness?” she asked at last, softly, ad miringly. "Gosh no!" So she thought him In the automobile business. "I sell candy.” "Oh.” "Maybe you've heard of me.” he persisted, urged by the triple Intoxi cation of ilie night and the liquor ami the girl. "1 go by the name of Candy Holtz." "Candy Holtz.” She dkl not saj- li mockingly. It rolled out sweetly like a strain of music. "Candy Holtz. Bo you’re the man.” "you’ve heard of me maybe?" "Everybody has. You make the sort of peppermints we used to buy at Miss Martincastle’s Schqpl.” To this Admah might have said, "Yes. 1 was the boy who carried the basket." But \Instead-he asked quite casually, "Then you went to Miss Martincastle?” "Oh, yes.” drawled his passenger, "I helped kill the old dear. " She might have produced the drip ping sword and lost no credit in his regard. “I been buildin* up right smart of a business here the last four or live years,” he resumed his boast, then checked himself. This bright being from another world, this IJiana who had beckoned to him under her cres cent moon, would not approve his vernacular speech. Even Mabel Rlek had criticised it. But the lovely lady who snuggled against Ills arm, her hair just brushing liis cheek, was no more critical than any other goddess in meeting with her shepherd lad. "It must he right Interestin'," she crooned. "1 neveivcould understand how business men make so much money—and keep all the figures straight.” This last was infantile' In its helplessness. "It must take real brains. But you're In with a lot of lawyers, I suppose, and they help you work up your wonderful schemes." If Admail's ego had inflated before It now rose to tho bursting point. In with a lot of lawyers . . . his wonder ful schemes! "Oh. this is just a starter," he explained. “I'm projikin’ round a lit' tie—" "You’re what?” There was no mockery In tier voice. Merely an ignorant child's desire to learn. But Admah blushed in the dark and cor rented himself. "i’ni looking over the ground for new business all the time. The town’s getting up to a quarter of a million now, and that ought to keep me busy for a while. But I don't want to be stopped by any city limits. I want to extend my stores all over the State, then branch out across the Illver and start another chain In Clniiinnata.” "How wonderful!” she purred. Even then he wasn't sure that she was taking him seriously. A lady had walked out of the Syr-amore Club and begged a free ride In his Ford. Was she paying her fare in the form of pleasant blandishments? 1’nder the light of tho first street lamps on tlie verge of town he turned quiz zlcally and studied her little face. Languid, enchanting eyes were turned up to his, tempting him gid dily. Her mouth was small and led —possibly she had dyed her lips. As they passed the lights and swung Into a dim byway he held her picture in his mind, a faint, charming recollec tion. . . . "Tell me some more." she urged. "Well, there ain't much more to tell—yet,” he assured her with a touch of modesty. “This town has been growin’ up like all the others in America and there's a chance everywhere for a man that keeps his eyes open. . . .” Nhe sighed, and he began to realize that this little person had no eai for real estate opportunities. Ht would have given the Red TYont and all its future for a mouthful of small talk. Just a few of the graceful words with which dress coated men at the Sycamore dub must know how to lay traps for feminine attention. But she saved him that embarrassment. "I'm so tired." she moaned "1 wonder If you'd mind my, leaning on you. Just for a minute." "I'm—I'm delighted. I'm sure." he gasped, puzzled, bewitched, unsure that he had heard aright. "I know It’s dreadful of me," she apologized, and In another instant her garlanded head was resting on his shoulder. For the last mile and a half, before the city* lights burst upon them, it was a ride of terrible beauty for Ad jnah Holt*. Prosper© had w hisked his world away, changing his Ford to a snow-white palfrey, himself to a splen did knight in heavy armor; out of an enchanted grove a voice had calle' to him. a captive maid had raised her arms, beeseeching his protection. Ida datning the soft dandies »f the court she had chosen him, the Unknown Knight, to be her champion. . . . How he would ride with her! How he would fight for her! "Poor kid." hr whispered, looking down at the childish head pillowed against his shoulder. In the dimness he could see little more than a cloud of hair. It was as though she had died in 111* arm*, pathetic and help less. Then he fell the cadence of her breathing. I’erhaps she had falh*'< asleep. Asleep against hi* *houl rt»r. • •_ . - - He began *° wonder what Vnarer what rank Injustice had driven he> out Into the road, unprotected and pleading to be taken away . Hie Korg* roso at the very thought of If. 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