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“THE GOLDEN BED"! By WALLACE IRWIN. Produced m a Paramount Picture by Cecile B. De.MiUe From a Screen Adaptation by Jeanie Macpherson. (Copyright, 1*24) V—__ (Cwtkgrf From Saturday.) "Flora I^e,” said Margaret almost sternly, "If you can keep your mind oir anything for twenty minutes, 1 wish you'd try and show a little con sideration for Carlos. He’s dead in earnest, if you're not.” "Oh, I’m in earnest sll right,” laughed Flora Lee, a little harshly. “Do you think I’d let him go—with Ml) those titles and castles in Spain and everywhere else? I’m craty be cause it's convenient, but I have my lucid intervals.” "Well, you’ll have to turn over a , ,*U leaf. Carlos isn’t going to stsnd much more—” "How do you know how much men will stand?” In that question there was an im plication that brought a sting to Mar garet’s cheeks. A tart reply was on her Ups when Flora Lee broke in. “Don’t get peeved with me, Peg. I wish I could be as good and sweet as you are. And you've got twice my looks. Only you don’t know how to put science into your game.” "He's downstairs waiting for you to apologize,” said Margaret coldly. “Carlos?” She fussed with her hair a half minute. “I thought lie would be.” » "Well, you’d better dress and go down.’’ “Oh, give him time to feel sorry for himself. Tie’s got to get over one or two things. He told me tonight, you know, that I have a vulgar taste ill men. Wasn’t that sweet?” Sat sat contemplatively, touching the edge of a brush to the hair over her temples. Suddenly she turned on her gilded stool, her face glowing. “He’s got such funny ideas, Peg. !Do you know what I’d like to do? In vite' somebody’s chauffeur to lunch and pass him oft as one of my near est and dearest. It would give Bun ny something to talk about for ages and ages. I think I shall ask that candy king, if I can find his address. He stole by vanity case, you know—” “The lovely one Major de Plnzon brought you?” •■yes,” said Flora Lee absent-mind edly. Her thoughts apparently were far from her loss. She sprang to her feet, threw aside her negligee and picked her pink dress from a chair, ,--\ New York —Day by Day— --—' By O. O. M'INTYRi; Somewhere In North Carolina, Jan, 11.—I suppose all this “Mam my Song” propaganda has done Its work for here I am heading for Georgia. It has always eermed to me that the perfect adventure would be to decide to go some place and then buy & ticket for the first, place that plopped into mind I am bound for Atlanta with no definite notion of where I will wind up. This is my first peregrination Into Dixie. I think I would have rocognlzed it had I been trans planted here without knowledge be forehand. There is a “feer’to the south. And I don't know but what this rather intangible impression comes from the darkies. They are blacker and more polite. The little cabins (lotting the country side run to form—a black mammy on the door step, pickaninntee playing in the yard. A fleabitten mule and a hound dog. It Is early morning and the sun hangs like a big ball of fire in the east. Never have I beheld such gorgeous heavenly tints. Workers are drifting to the cotton mills. The mills I have seen from the train •>lndow are sanitary looking and well lighted. They beat New York factory lofts. It seems to me that the world over every little town has Its ac complished depot whistler. He is in working clothes but his work is whistling and eoufying with pass eraby. He is always calling out cheerily to the Als. Harry and Jakes. The red clay of the Carolinas is like that of New Jersey—only red der. Somehow It depresses and then you thunder into the smart cities as metropolitan as are to be found anywhere. They belle the rather specious reasoning of an Indolent south. Skyscrapers ars flinging their way to the clouds. The main thor oughfares bustle with life. The^g Is the snap of a people commercially, alert. I tested the comparative honesty of the northern and southern news boy en route. In a New York station I handed a half dollar through a ca* window to a newsle for an even ing1 paper. He handed me a paper but instead of giving the change thumbed his nose at m&and scooted away. At Salisbury the same scene was enacted. I proffered a half dol lar through the window for the Charlotte Observer. I not only re ceived the change but a polite “Thank you.’’ One thing I Intend to achieve on this trip: I am going to go where ever I go and buck wthout calling a Pullman porter George. Getting started anywhere la s. su preme effort of will with me. I am inclined to take root wherever I happen to be. If I remain in a hotel a week I leave with regret. I be come attached to things around me. t once raised chickens but didn't have the heart to sell them. The man opposite me In the din er Is no doubt an experienced trav eler. He had a way ofc making the waiter Jump. He sent several dish es back complaining they were not up to the mark. He received more attention than anyone else and When he left he tipped the waiter a dime. My digestive apparatus balks if I engage In a verbal tilt with it waiter and so I must suffer inat tention in silence and as a result I sm always poorly served. Borne of these days—timid soul that I am— J intend to snap my fingers at a waiter even if I have to go hungry. This may bolster up courage to the starting point of going out to con quer a world or so. Great careers have started as Inconspicuously. An appealing thing to me In the south Is the sunbonnet. I haven't seen one in more than 20 years. There was a Idyllic flush of beauty in northern Georgia — a pretty girl swinging down a country lane wearing a sunbonnet and carrying a milk stool. How far away seems Mew York's roar* all In one long swooping movement. "Oh, well,’' she drawled, "I s’pose Bunny's cooled down by now and can be i-easoned with.” Leisurely she stepped into her rosy working clothes. Since Jo had been on duty the night before it was Adrnah who opened the Candy Holtz establishment next morning, hje was earlier than usual, having slept feverishly, wak ing and tossing between dreams of an enchanted lady who came from the moon and lay against his shoul der, sighing in her sleep. In the practical light of morning her vanity case worried him. Perhaps he should have returned it the night before. Time and again he turned the fool ish, expensive trifle in liis hand, won dering what to do about it. Had he cared loss he would have thought nothing of running his Ford up to the Peake house, ringing at the front door and handing the thing in to a servant with his compliments. But a memory of last night’s magic aroused his self-consciousness. What if the Peake girl—the little one— should heaself come to the door? Nothing could have been more suit able to his taste; he made up a num ber of handsome speeches with which to lay the precious square of silk in tli© hand which had once closed on his gift of peppermints. Then the idea would All him with bashfulness. He couldn't do it gracefully, he felt. He knew so little about women—nice women. After bis mother, Mabel Stok had been the nicest, and she, events proved, wasn't overnice. DowTn at the store, as soon as he had scolded the colored roustabout for laying his dirty mop on a new showcase, he went to the telephone and called the Peake residence. A haughty African voice answered his request for Miss Peake. « “Which Miss Peake, suh?” Oh.” Up to then Adrnah had given them the simplest possible classifica tion; the Big One and the Little One. So he thought for an instant, then asked, “How many are^there?” "They’re two, suh, I reckon,” said the voice. It became immediately suspicious with the question, "Who is this talkin'?” “I'm Mr. Holtz.” Then because, an uncordlal silence greeted his explana tion, he went on, "I wanted to speak to her about a. purse she dropped last night in my car.” "Oh.” decided the voice, and grew warmer, “that would he Miss Flo Lee." “Well—” he cleared his throat with the awfulness of his request—“could I speak to her?? “Miss Flo Lee? Law, Mister Holt, she ain't outa bald yet.” “Then I'll call her later, huh?” Come what would. Adrnah was de termined that his conference over the lost property should be with the young lady herself. Like many an other knight, he was anxious to claim a share of credit for his deed. "She mos' ginerally gits up 'bout 'leven o'clock, suh,” explained the voice. “Ill call her then,” persisted Ad mah and hung up the receiver, won dering vaguely at the customs and habits of the aristocracy. Promptly at eleven—he had laid his dollar watch on the counter in order to keep close track of th% time —he went again to the telephone and asked for the Peake number. Be cause he was in total Ignorance of what had transpired behind the Peakes' ground-glass door the pre vious night, how the Little One had kissed her noble fiance, then snapped her fingers under hi* nose with a boast that she associated with hooli gans and could show him a. few' of her friends that, would make his hair curl, Adrnah was not prepared for the surprise that greeted him that morning. This time he had no diHlculty in speaking to Miss Flora Lee. “Oh. hello, Candy Holtz!'' she cried in a tono of sweet familiarity. "Good mawnln’. ma’am,” began Ad mah, and rummaged his poor mind for a graceful way to continue the conversation. “I hope you didn't catch cold, lend* Ing me tour coat and everything. T was real worried about you.” This in her most wooing tones. “Gosh, no.” he mumbled, and was at once ashamed of the inelegance. "I'm right tough, ma'am—I mean to say—” Stalled like his Ford on a bail road, he floundered and stopped. “I never saw anything so sweet in my life,” she assured him, wherefore he took heart to go on. “Say. Miss Peake. I got something of yours. 1 reckon you thought may he I'd skipped away with it." "How could you think such a thing?” Her voice mellowed him like the drunkard's first glass after a night's debauch. "Weil, I’ve been totin’ it round in my pocket—” He failed to mention tho article because he wasn't sure of its name. • “Oh, my vanity case!” she j^jed. enraptured. "How sweet of you." "Not at all. ma'am. I was only wonderin' should I send it round to you or would you stop in at the store—’’ "Oh.” Just an Instant to consider, then the invitation which stopped the beating of his heart. "If It isn't too much trouble, couldn't you bring It round0 I'll be here all afternoon. Suppose you come in to tea.” "I—I should bo right glad to,” he responded so faintly that he wondered if she heard. "That's awfully nice of you. Then we 11 see you at four, Mr. Holtz?” Maybe he replied to this. He was pever sure. A little later he heard himself called by ngme and found Jo at hts elbow, complaining that he could never usq the telephone since Ad got chawin’ the rag with the dames. Only vaguely did Admah hear these reproaches. For a space of time he moved alsmt in a dream, serving shad owy customers, weighing out phan tom chunks of candy, answering questions which, as far as he under stood them, might have been spirit tappings. She had asked hin to tea. Tea at the Peakes!. Tea with the young Diana, sipping out of a golden cup. bathing him In the liquid beauty of Iter ey.es. Tea. He didn't gate for tea. not particu larly. He always took coffee for breakfast and only accepted tea as a sort of medicine when he had a head ache. But rich folks liked It. ilr had read about it in the novels of Mrs. Humphrey Ward which Myrtle borrowed from a branch library. Over (he counter Admah racked ills brains for some recollection of bow folks arrayed themselves for the highly literary rite. Press suits? Probably not: ai tl)#: Hamilton Motel where he had, up to then, received his social training, he noticed that only waiters wore dress suits in the daytime A stovepipe hat, maybe, and a lon^ tailed coot like a nigger preacher. . . . (To Be Continued Tomorrow.)_ The Days of Real Sport By Briggs I I _I fv\Y GlRC'ON IvNY^iLED AND HER HAIR BLOVs/IN ' RIGHT IN rv\Y FACE >, ■ " ' —i ■ . » i 4 THE NEBBS the wife’s brother. I " "* : tfT i " i ' ■ —1 T — — *- ■ — ^ ~ - Directed for The Omaha Bee by Sol Hess (Copyright 1925) _rw_ ——hi — — - . * 8me ruNtgvE&TX l CMslT GET \ > Rose HMr MO \OUR ^ t^ULE. 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