(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.-^
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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. How
ho wished for a little more socle*
courage just to get the truth from
her and to ofter hie knightly services
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