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By H tLLACE lRil 1\.
Produced as a Paramount Picture by Cerile B. DeMille From a Screen
Adaptation by Jeanie Marphrrson.
(Conyrlaht. 1»24)
(Continued from Yesterday.)
Early Spring of another year the
difference was greater still. To follow
Admah's simile of the duck in the
ditch, he had been thrown from small
waters into big ones, floated Instinc
tively, refused to drown. In gam
bling for the nominal leadership of
a large enterprise his first Impulse
had been suffused with .vanity. Bit
terly he had sworn that the Candy
Man should become the Candy Kid.
Luck and work were on Admah's
side. The fierce industry which had
created a Candy Holtz gave him suffi
cient driving power to lead a forlorn
hope in a more audacious adventure.
At first there had been a clamor to
shut down the shop until ‘'conditions"
Improved. Admah saw nothing hut
maladvsrtlsement In such a move; he
hadn't risked his credit to drive a
dead horse. First he quarreled with
Mr. Canfield, treasurer and relic of
the old organization, then he worked
his will.
In publicity methods Admah lifted
the P. & T. from the Benjamin Har
rison period into the Rooseveltian. A
wild-eyed, shock-haired young man
named Bentley hod once advertised
the Candy Holtz system, and on him
was conferred the title of General
Publicity Director with Instructions
to Introduce confectionery methods
, into the farm implement business.
Mr. Canfield, who bated the^ shadow
’ of Admah Holtz, got to cal’ling the
man General Bentley but Bentley
was a good investm at. Under his
guidance the dull catalogues became
picture books. He seduced the farm
er with charming art calendars; Maud
Muller raked the hay nn one of the
Goliath hayrakes; Little Buttercup
offered luncheon to a handsome rus
tic on a Vesuvius Motor Harrow.
Mr. Canfield, a methodical, cheese
poring gentleman of the old style,
sickened at the sight of good money
going after had. But it was only
upon rare anniversaries when the
toddy had gone to his head that he
opened his rancid heart. Then in a
corner he would mention Salesman
ship as a thing of the past, "What we
need now, suh, is a hand of jugglers
Jt romes high, suh. hut the farmer
must have his Homan holiday." He
hated farmers.
Subsequent prosperity should have
changed Mr. Canfield's mind, but he
died hard. He had grown up in the
p. & T. and worshiped the Peake
money under its cornerstone. In
terms of plain cash Admah's mod
ernistic theories of advertising and
salesmanship involved expenditures
which were more than offset by econo,
rales in other directions. Although
automatic hammers in the shops were
still beating steel with the rage of
Vulcan, the force had been cut down
to a skeleton: several more nr less
honorary officers had also been dis
pensed with. Could Admah have In
cluded Mr. Canfield in his program
of retrenchment he Would have done
so without the slightest regret. But
Mr. Canfield was a substantial stock
holder and in his limited way a very
useful officer.
Luck turned in the winter of 1921.
How much modern views on sales
manship and advertising had to do
with the case it Is hard to say. Agri
culture was coming to life again, tak
ing renewed interest in neglerted soli.
Business revived almost overnight:
tons and tons of implements which
had been stored away in the great
stockrooms began pouring into box
cars in their progress toward the
lands of wheat and corn and sugar
cane. P. & T. stocks, which had been
sulking at nine, Jumped to eighteen.
During those laborious months Ad
mah's active outer mind could have
given little thought tn Flora Lee
Peake or her less considered sister.
His days were long and hard, and ii
there was sufficient energy left l'or
the evening he seldom lacked amuse
ment. Colonel Atterbury had seen to
it that his protege made an appear
ance serially. Admah was elected
to the Pickwick Club—an undreamed
of attainment. He never got quite
UBed to the place; his shoes seemed
to squeak on the deep, formal car
pets. But he dined there frequently
and played pool sometimes with Wen
Peebles, who had once bowled at Pal
fer's and. like Admah, had risen to
power. Mrs. Atterbury had asked
hint to several dinner parties. Every
Tuesday night he took Miss Hot
tense de Long to the. theater and
might have weakened into marrying
her had she not announced her en
gagement to a hotel man from the
East.
When the Spring racing season
opened at Bradbury Downs the After
burys gave a Derby Day breakfast in
their fine old house whose French
windows opened on low verandahs,
overlooking acres of wooden lawn.
The place was of the generous ante
helium type, built under the Influence
of Louis Philippe. Here the Alter
burys had given iferliy Day break
fasts for ttftv Vears.
Admah Holtz was specially favored
by being asked. * Attired irt a new
plaid suit, which Monty 1-Vrnbaek's
salesman had coaxed him into. Ad
mah came at noon to the big rambling
house and found the Atterburys en
tertaining on the lavish scale by
which. In days of old, they had rivaled
even the Peakes. A great number of
little tables had been brought tn; a
huge sideboard, ornate with Dell's
Landing hams, chafing dishes, joints
on silver platters, steaming coffee
urns, gave the effect of an old South
as we have been taught to think of
it. A long serving table, adorned
with two gigantic bowls and innu
merable glasses, stood conspicuous;
It was attended by a little negrn
whose white gloves and brass-but
toned livery gave him the look of
a performing chimpanzee.
Jimmy Wilder managed to get two
drinks in the time It tcok Admah to
find the refreshment table. Holtz,
who numbered Wilder among his ar
qualntances, knew him for a brilliant
ly-endowed newspaper man on the
down grade. Like many another his
thirst had increased with Prohibi
tion. His recent history had been
one of pleasant, gradual demotions
until In 1922 he had descended from
a managing editor's desk to a pre
carious position, euphoniously called
Special Writer. This, he explained,
seldom interfered with his drinking.
"Good mawmin', Mistah Holtz,"
cried Jimmy. "You're Just in time
to keep me in countenance."
Admah glanced into one of the
large bowls; a symmetrical Iceberg
floated In an amber sea of something
"Punch?" he asked. He didn't care
for punch.
"Not so much punch as kick," re
plied Jimmy. Then to the little negro
with the white gloves, "Absolom, In
troduce Mistah Holtz to the liquor,
and make it two."
Absolom ladled two glasses. Ad
mah took his with a gulp. His smile
broadened. It was a dry Martini
cocktail!
"Since Derby Day's gone dry the
Colonel's taken to mixin' ’em in a
bowl,” explained Jimmy. "Absolom
this reminds me strongly of another.'
He raised his glass and heartily toast
ed St. Andrew of Minnesota.
Unusued to drinking so early in the
day, Admah was immediately and tin
pleasantly affected. Mrs. Atterbury.
pledged to take him under her wing,
led him from group to group. She
showed pride in him as though he
had been her own son; and he reflect
| »d her pride. We carried with him
an aura of success, he beamed with
goodfellowship. The Satsumas weren't
so bad. after all. The >*oung blonds
shook him by the hand, invited him
to drink, pretty young matrons rolled
their eyer flirtatiously when he came
their way; he found himself talking
vivaciously, laughing a little too loud
Mrs Atterbury found him a place
at a table for four. The others were
Mrs. Ballinger, who had been Miss
Hebe Ravage before her recent mar
riage to the sun of a rirh distiller:
Jimmy Wilder, now reduced to »
pleasant, calm: and a Mrs. Eustone.
who. had a candid census been taken
of local society, should have given
her occupation a* that of official Ml
lags gossip. All the world around
this busy little mind was on* In
volved and naughty romance. While
the ham and rhicken dlsapiieared
from impede plates she regaled the
company with an account of some
body who had been caught cheating
at bridge and of somebody else who
had been followed to 8t. Louie by
his wife and a detective. The names
wore all a Jumble to Admah Holtz
Socially inexperienced though he was
he wondered Juet what Mrs Euetone
would be saying about him. Then
out of the mess of words a name
came popping like a pebble out of a
shaken bag Margaret Peake
"Of course, she can't help feeling
hitter. But the Peakes had It cornin'
to them, If ever a family hart. I hear
she's In poor health, workln' In acme
little millinery shop."
"You've heard wrong. .Miss f'on
sie,” Jimmy Wilder s eyes were like
two ll\ e coals. Utss Mahgaret i
rtoin' a column on nfir woman's page
Shea doin' right veil, thank >’mi
•'She certainly la/* ehlmed httla
Mr*. Ballinger- "Peg lan t the kin i
that a*k* ofld* of MnylH«I>. ’
*Oh, then I wa* urnn :.' exclaim* I
Mr* Ku*tone. haclonc fnrhm
lv after th«* manner «»£ h *r kind. l*o!
Flora Lee
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By 0. O. M’INTYRE
Houston, Tex., Jan. 20.—t *'a* In
Houston about a year ago. In the In
terlm many changes have taken
place. This is not a boom town but
it has tie pace of one. What Im
presses me most is the beauty of home
life—something in which New York
Is lacking.
You come unexpectedly upon rows
of houses with lovely windows;
houses with colonnades and magnifi
cent fluted cornices. This morning I
awakened at Mike Hogg's home, a
10 minute drive from midtown, to the
twitter of birds, the crowing of roost
ers and the bark of Ajax, the dog.
A New Yorker would have to drive
two or three hours to reach such
pastoral simplicity. From the window
you could see stretches of rich green
grass and the white brown and red
of root tops in rich patches. And
touch of old rose clouds In the west.
There Is a gorgeous tint to TexAs
skies. But what you liks most Is the
whole heartedness of Texas people.
No, it doesn't sound right to call them
people for they are Just folks. They
are, I believe, the most friendly In
all the world.
It is difficult to believe they are
quick on the draw and that they will
fight at ths drop of the'hat. But his
tory does record It. The Texan,
If he Is your friend does not greet
you with a limp shake of the hand
and some inane remark.
He puts his arm around your
shoulder and gives you a warm little
,, hug. Then he invites you out to din
ner. Invariably he wants to show you
his home and his wife and children.
Where the New Yorker brags of his
new cellar supply the Texan brags
of his rose bushes.
Another thing I noticed in Texas.
Youth does not run in a pack. The
older men are welcome and a great
deference H shown them. You see ■
lad home from college having din
ner at the club with gom* gray head
thrice his age, having the time of
their lives.
I was pleased to renew acquaint
ances with Slim, the elongated waiter
at a well known chill stool counter
lunch. Slim la a Houston character
whose patronymic fits him like a
glove. He has the stature of a giraffe's
neck and keeps up a running fire
of chatter *s he dishes out the chill.
Raymond Dickson came up form
San Antonio today to Join our party.
Raymond Is a Mexico ranchman—
that Is a Texan with a Mexico ranch
—and looks more like the city
slicker than the most, notable
Fifth Avenue boulevardiers. His Is
the most pronounced of all the
southern drawls I have heard.
At first you get the Idea he
is speaking an alien tongue hut after
a time you are able to follow him
You rather Imagine Raymond would
he more at home at Simpson's on the
Strand for lunch with a monocle In
his eye than h< " on Id be In spurred
boots and six shn-iters looking over
his cattle In the cactus country. But
he Isn't.
This afternoon we motored down to
the beach at Oalvgston to watch tho
■unset. Pirates onpe roamed the
sands upon which wc stood gazing out
to sea for a sight of the Span! h gitl
Icons sailing up from Panama with
cargoes of gold. OalvcMon Is filled
with legends of hidden pirate gold.
Jean LaSlttr Is supposed to have bur
ied many treasures there. They re
semble the legends of Captain Kidd
on Long Island and no doubt are
Just an imaginary.
T stopped Into a drug store on the
outskirts of Houston to purchase
some trifle The proprietor had Pu k
ed up and was departing but he open
ed his doors, turned on the lights and
T whs rather abashed to make a 1'
cent purchase Vc| he made me feel
nn.- patronage whs a favor. Thee Is
nn art in that
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