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“THE GOLDEN BED” By WALLACE IRWIN. Produced as a Paramount Picture by Cecile B. DeMille From a Screen Adaptation by Jeanie Marpherson. (Copyright. 1124) (Cobtinned from Vntwdnj.) But upon the last high resolution the car humped; she turned her head a little, and as the street lamps grew brighter, opened her eyes and looked up at him. Me had seen her before. "Comfortable all right?” he asked thickly. “Oh, It’s lovely,” she murmured, then blinked under the street lights and sat up. "I've had a splendid nap." "I ain’t much of a pillar, I reckon," he blurted. "Who told you that?” she asked. Through his rough coat she had raised bare arms to arrange her hair, and shs showed her dimples in a smile. “Well, nobody—’’ "You've been so sw*eet,” she told lilm. ”1 don’t know what on earth J should have done. And 1 was so cold and tired. I’ve had a horrid evening.” Her mouth dropped so deliciously that he had the courage to growl: "Look here. I don’t suppose it’s any of my business, but If there’s anything I can do—” "Oh, you’re so good!” she thanked him. “No. I ain't good," he blundered on. "But I’m pretty strong. And I’ll lick any livin’ man’that even so much as dares—’’ Because he was almost sure who she was, he was checked by his own audacity. AVho was he to fight for her?” ' "You would. I know you would, she said softly, and laid her hand on his arm. Just then they swung into Grand Avenue whose on-and-off electric signs, gong-banging trolleys ami uni formed traffic, policemen awoke the dreamer from his wanderings under the moon. The lady by bis side was Kitting straight and prim now, Ttnd her attitude so quelled -him that he scarcely dared look around, even though the traffic had permitted It. As they rolled past the Red Front Store he waa tempted to point it out to her and boast a little, hut a glimpse through the lighted window reveale.l Jo In his shirt sleeves placing with one of his children—the dirtiest one. So he bent silently to his wheel, pointing the car downtown toward the residence section where he felt sure she belonged. "Where shall I take you, maam. he asked, looking at her in the full light, and feeling sure now of the resemblance that he Jiad suspected. » "Oh, on Inness Street," she saiu New York —Day by Day _^ By O. O. MTNTYRK New York, Jan. 9.-Sudden success does not always spoil the man but it sometimes makes his wife a rial culou. figure. New York literary circles have been particularly amused of late at the lorgnette attitude of the wife of a best .selling novelist. He is a square-toed country boy as genuine as the virgin soil ot his native state and as free of affecta tion as any successful human being might possibly be. But Ills wife has grown dizzy with superiority. She has takeri oh h. triple P»y British-ac cent. * She ha* become' frightfully bored with “Aw-meer-lka.”—accent on the second syllable. When his old friends call on him she takes on the air of remote hut amused tolerance. She s not at all conscious of her middle class ancestry. Her father was an honest and energetic, miller. She want, her husband to become master of hounds and to associate her. no w irr" zx k— affluence, who we ,pparate from stand the annoyance of their pr UTwoBofSthe fives had formerly been stenographers and the *•*«£ minute prosperity -ruck them they «hed their old friends as lightly as rin roof sWds rain Water and went In for the iadedah pose. All Americans become bourgeois* and thirty thing worth while is a home In Grosvenor Square, London, or afong the Bois in Baris. Of course thete wives fho develop the grimace of distTte for friends of other days wind up in pathetic solitude. The ven eer le too shallow for. new friends as well as old. A Short whllfTTgo there ;vas the patter of soft bare feet In the room where I work. My visitor w«« a 5 vear-old hoy from down the hall, lie was lonely. His mother Is one typical of New York-a slinky creature, with a drawling voice, musky with heavy perfume and the kind who smokes clgarets in the lobby waiting for the chauffeur. This hoy knows her as some strange creature who pats Him indifferently now and then and leaves him in charge of a governess. The husband is a brisk business man in tent on piling up a fortune. Father and mother are never seen together. When the governess came I was In ridiculous posture with the boy riding on my back. Hhe sniffed and snatch ed him away. 1 looked foollah and the child began to whimper. 1 don't think he had really ever romped before. George Jean Nathan la leading a group of the literati out of the thicket of restauranta and midnight aupper rlubs of the roaring forties into the wilderness of Second avenue. A group of the ultra Bohemians are opening their own little hlde-a-way where a gypsy violinist will play real music and where ihe cover charge la to be Just a dime. Only those who are really desired will be admitted. Fannie Hurat, the writer, dresses In dazzling red frocks for evening. They are much the part of her ns T.oul* Mann's wide winged collars. Mlea Hurat, contrary to those who accepted the separate apartment mar , flag* literally. Is seen often with her husband, lie la a tall, handsome fel low wilh wavy Mack hair and one of those apparently born to comfort In full evening dress. (Copyright, HIM “* % / crisply, formally. "But please don't bother. I can call a taxi at the Ham ilton. And you’ve been so kind—" "Inness Street ain't a block out of my way," he lied, and pressed grim ly on. The rest of their drive was through lighted, busy streets, past motion pic ture theaters, )>ast illuminated bill boards, past gleaming automobile showrooms. "We're gettin’ to be light smart of a town," lie ventured ns they were turning the lnnesg street corner. "Isn't it dreadful?" she cried. Two blocks further on she pressed his arm and pointed to the curb. He slowed his car by the tine old hoi-He hlock and helped her out. Be hind her the Corinthian pillars and famous bayed verandah of the Peake House loomed to the stars. “You needn't take me to the door," she told him sweetly, putting her hand in his. It rested there a full minute. Ho she was the little one . . . and the hand he was now hold ing had once closed on his pepper mints . . . the day the nigger had scolded him for giving candy to Jedge Peake's sacred grandchildren. "Good night," he said finally, and to make it more complete, "Pleased to meet you, I’m sure." "You’ve been so good!" She ad mired him with her soft eyes. "And don't forget your overcoat. I left it on the seat. 1 can't tell you how I appreciate—” , "I'd do anything for you," he said, for she had made him quite insane. “1 bet you would." she called gav ly back over her shoulder, “and you could, too. Well, good night—Candy Holtz.” He stood bare-headed on the sand stone block, a figure of chivalry. He would do anything for her, and she had believed him. . . . Finally, because she had gone in and shut the formidable door, he climbed into his Fold and drove slow ly out to the Maxwell Addition. Not until he had turned on the light in the sheetiron garage and backed his car in did he discover a souvenir of an angelic visitation. Brightly black on a shabby leather cushion it lay. a flat, silky square that might have been a purse. Keverently he picked It up and saw her initials, F. L. P., In tiny diamonds. Its clasp was a little shield with a crown over it and a wavy ribbon engraved with foreign words. Awkwardly he opened it. A downy puff fell to the greasy floor. . . . The little case was full of queer gold con tainers for powder and Up sticks and pencils, and there was a mirror so inset that you stared at your own face the instant the flap was raised. It carried a ghost of her perfume, faintly as though the little glass, in reflecting her beauty so often had captured something of her character. . . . The thing was valuable, he sur mised, and of course he'd have to return it right away. The little powder puff lay like a stranded falryjrm the floor. He picked it up and held it for a moment, daint ily between clumsy fingers. Then he shook it until a cloud of pinkish fragrant motes danced under the elec trib light. What a toy! Before re storing It to the case he touched it appraisingly to his nose and then, swiftly, foolishly, to his lips. Jimmy Wilder offered his car to drive Margaret and Han Pilar back to town, AVhen they stopped at the horse blst'rk In front of the Inness Street house Ihe Spaniard Jumped out and started Impatiently up the walk. Wilder followed with Margaret and at the steps lingered to volunteer. "I'll hang around. If you think 1’nr needed." “It's all right, Jimmy, dear," said Margaret, giving him her hand. "You're Just as sweet as you can he. But I'm surejehe's home—and if she isn't we can get Daddy's car in a minute. Now you go to bed and sleep old Jim, and I'll see you in the morning." "Good night. Peg." "Good night. Jim." That was all their parting on this the first night of their betrothal. Because colored servants, even in ihe best regulated of houses, are sel dom home evenings, save 'on gala oc casions, Margaret opened the dooj with a latchkey and showed the Marquis Into the big, dark-browed drr'winv room. "She’ll be in her room." sai<I thr older sister, "and if she isn’t sound asleep I'll make her come -down and apologize." "May I smOke?” he asked, bring ing out his case and bowing as though to beg Indulgence of A'irtortau ghosts, lurking un«er the pompous cornices. "Of course. And If you're not com fortable here, go into Granddad's library and find yourself a book." "Beauty and sense combined—how rare In a woman!" he said with un usual earnestness as he touched r fingers to his lips. "What a wife you'll make for somebody!'’ She laughed a little Inanely and went rapidly up the stair*. At the Oval Chamber’s door she knocked, softly the two-three cipher-knock which the girls had practiced since childhood. She was regarded by a drawling. "Come in. Peg.” Between panels of yellow brocade under candelabra that dripped crys tals like a lady's earrings, Flora J.co sat at her Venetian toilet table, try ing her hair in the "new way” which had just been seen In tow n. She was humming softly, tunelessly to herself. . . . Thus sat the I.orelel. combing her long golden hair, Mtting sharp rocks with her destructive fascinations. “You home?” she crooned, not tak ing the trouble to turn, but smiling at Margaret In the mlrtor. “t see you are.” Margaret replied, nettled by her sister s ('Usual behavior. Flora Eee removed several hair pins from her mouth. “Everybody’s so cross about my staying up late. 1 should think you'd all be gloriously happy when I go to l>ed on time." "You went away like a spoiled child. Kverybody noticed It, of course, and Carlos was In a. dreadful state." "Really?’' The girl turned sudden ly, dimpling like a rose. "The car wasn't there. We thought at first you'd L>*en crazy enough to walk. How In the world dhl you get home?" "Oh, that wasn't hard,” drawled Flora T,ee. "I found a candy tnan coming dow n the road In a Ford.” "A candy what?" "Man. He runs a taffy Wore on flrand Avenue. He told me all alamt himself, how h* \\n* ifolng to 1>e In# John l>. Rockefeller of the peppc mint business. Sort of Dandled < tlI, you know. I couldn't listen to all he said—tny drink* sort of died on mo and l sent to sleep. But he didn ' mind. lie talked rltflit on. 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