“THE GOLDEN BED” Ry W ALLACE IRWIN. Traduced as a Paramount Picture by Ceclle B. DrMille train a Screen Adaptation by Jeanie Maepberson. (Copyright. XS24) (Continued I'rom Aitlirdu.) He cut into town by way of the new apartment house district and stopped before the clumsy facade of The Texas. It was the thought of Margaret Peako and not caprice or carelessness that had brought him to ■•■mi by his circuitous route. He pressed the button, waited for a re gponsive jlgglc-Jigglc. then went la rulliarly up to the flat which Flora I ee had once shared with her sister. Margaret, slim and handsome in a severely plain gown, stood smiling fn the doorway. “Hello,” she cried, “I sort of thought It was you.” Had he been a man of ready speech he might have expressed his pleasure at being on her mind. Instead he took both her hands in his and blurt cd, “flush. It's good to see you. I v as g-uiu' by and just thought I'd run up.” "Have you time to come In?” she. *sk.ed, and led him Into the drawing room. “T'o sit down, Admail. It's been ages since we've talked. What have you done to make the world safe for plutocracy? How's Flora Tee?” In her light tone he sensed uneasy undercurrents. “She's all right.” he began; th»n turned a woeful face and said, "It's funny, Margaret. I can't talk to her. I simply can't.” "What do you want to say to her'.’" she asked, regarding him with hot clear eyes. "Everything. Why can’t I tell her things the way I can you? I love her so. But she won't hear me.” "Maybe she can't,” said Margaret softly. “I want to talk to her about the way we're hitting It up—howling rll night with the Sycamore crowd. She fust says that If I go on the wagon I'll have to ride alone. She can stand it, Margaret. But I can't." “Why do you. Admah?" she asked. "I don’t know. There’s something born in me that makes me want to run wild." "It's born In us. too.” She meant the Peakes, no doubt. "But with me it’s different—I can't tell her that. My father was a town drunkard. He drank out of a stone jug—all by himself until he was stupid. I’ve tried not. to be like Pa. Rut sometimes lately I’ve known how he must have felt, sitting in a rocker with a jug till he passed out.” Tie stared morosely, chin couched in palm, unaware of her gaze and her I silence until she said at last, "Ad tnab, don t you think you're working too hard?" "Me?" he laughed miserably. "I live on work, only I want Kin Lee to have everything in style. You see It was something of a stepdown for her to marry me—" "Admah!" she broke In. "I don't want you to talk that way about yourself. Not ever again. ’ "All right. Then let's pul it in another way. We’ve got a line house and everything that goes with it. The job now is to keep at the top o' the heap.” "Yes. And what a heap!” Mar garet said tills reflectively. Then sud denly. as If the two ideas nad seme connection, "is there any sign of business pickin' up?” "You know what I said about Can field last week.” "The Canfields are a meddlesome lot,” she commented, reverting to the local habit of condemning whole families at a time. "But certainly Uncle Sam can't do you much harm, with his Noah's ark ideas.” "No. But 1 did have too much faith in tlie future. That's Just me. I reckon. Anyhow, we’ve passed our Spring dividend and the annual elec tion of officers is called for the fif teenth of June.” "You aren't afraid of that, are you. Admah?” "Me?” He laughed defiantly. "I'm just achin’ to get at ’em. Colonel Atterbury won't go hark on tne. He's too good a business man. He knows what I've done. But I want a show down. 1 want to clean the Canfields out of the T. & P. After that's over we can go ahead and—” "Where's your common stock now?” she interrupted. “It slipped to twenty-seven yester day.” "Wouldn't this he a splendid time to buy more?" "Buy? What have I got to buy with? I've been selling fur the last thrpe months." She took in her breath sharply, then said. "You mustn't!' "Anyhow—” lie had grown a lit tie shamefaced—“We'H~he going stronger than ever in the fall.” "Promise me—” she began. "Promise you what, Margaret?” He had risen to go. She shook her head, “I won't ask you that.” He knew what she was thinking; how her thoughts accused him of breaking his promise not to ask Flora Lee to marry him. But It had been Flora Lee who had ar ranged it all—he couldn't tell her that. “Admail,” drawled Flora l,ee from the depths of her couch where she had been enjoying nn afternoon nap. "1 think those people have come. Bid we ask ’em to tea?” "Maybe your clock's on standard time,” he said defensively, hut changed his mind upon consulting his watch. "Well, they're early eat ers, I reckon.” “I hope they'll be early goers,” she moaned. “I told ’em to come early,” he took the blame. "Is he making that noise?” JCi-om the drawing room below a large roar ing sound, like the battle cry of a young hull, rioted through the halls. Uncle Lafe was laughing. “I'm glad he thinks it's funny.” observed Flora Lee, again sinking her soft hair among the pillows. "Go show ’em around. Admah. Take 'em to the pond and let 'em see the ducks." Bo for an hour he led them round and round, through his woods, over his lawns, into his flower gardens. Aunt Brownie was impressed, uncoin fortable. Unde Lafe was skeptical, hard to convince. Quite blind on his aesthetic side, he viewed the estate in the light of agricultural possili^i ties and wanted hard figures. ]V gazed unmoved at the big house and guessed that a man who d built It on a high spot like that didn't know much about the price o' fuel. In the garden he stalked among the elabor ate rockeries, paying slight attention to the plants which Flora Lee had set out at hot house prices. He admitted that rocks looked pretty stylish, fixed up like that; Aunt Brownie put her little pink nose down to the little pink flowers. '• ’Bout forty acres,” the Captain computed, taking In the landscape with a sweep of his arm. "Raise any truck?” "We've got two acres in vege tables.” “Not much profit in that,” "We Just raise them for our table "Hell's hells!” lie fished out a bit ten ping, received a warning signal from Brownie, put it hack in his packet and mused on. "Two acres of cabbages and ten of roses. Whoo!” Blnner had been set for Bair past seven, hut it was a quarter of eight when Plora Lee came sweeping down dressed fnr the evening. The hart i shoulders, the string of pearls, the sllvr-bodlced gown, the bright wreath around lier brow might have been Intended as a compliment to the kin folk from Dell s landing; but Admah had an uneasy feeling that they were displayed for quite the opposite effect. Her inbred sense of hospitality should have safeguarded the guests. Yet even In her cordial smiles there was a strained something which chilled the room. 1'ncle J.af sat open mouthed, stricken dumb for once in Ills life. Aunt Ttrownie nudged him furtively to remind him of some neglected social duty. “This is my aunt and uncle I—I was telling you about,” Admah cun tributed to the fiasco. "How do you do?” asked Flora T-ee •considerably overdoing her pnrt as hostess. Her look was saccharine rather than honeyed. To Aunt Brownie she gave such a smile ns she usually Reserved for worthy persons, mostly colored. ‘ (lit 'tip!" whispered Aunt Brownie, addressing the; Captain. The Cap tain hove to his feet. "Well, well!” lie j>ealed, ns If ad dressing a large outdoor audience. “They told me Ad had |» • k* d a him dinger, and he ceriainl> did. t'utie!" —this last word direet**d to the awe stricken Brownie, “Ain't she a whi ner?" “Mow nice of you to approve,” drawled Kloru Mee, I»ut her tone lacked its usual easy tolerance. “Yes, sir. you're a sight for sort f vr- I was Jumpin’ on Ad her* for mullin' mi* li a Mg sheebanjr. on a ci uni ill like the King of Kump*' Hui the minute I set e> es on you i sijf. line di'mond calls for a line ring." "Adncil i'lln*t we have s co< U I.iir: ' tinkii it flora I.ee. and poor Adninli w i- glad of any excuse t" pf,' ipc. II' felt as though li" were walking on \efv jIHIn. very hrlftla kImm-. ||f. could scarcely recognize In l-Tum l,c<; tlie slangy, sketchy hob 1,1.