“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. <li liny of lho fSyramore t lui
Affably, graciously she had uongealeii
(To lie I ontlnunl Tomorrow.I
1 ... t f i| to -Of the sorgeotta Ceetl B
l>r Mill** yioductlon of ’''Pint *1 olden Bed.
at thr Strand Theater starling Saturday.
January 1 1.1, »ri Isenn-ni.
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New York
•-Day by Day
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By O. O. M’INTYBE.
Xew York, Feb. X.—A page from
the diary of a modern Samuel Pepys:
Lay late and had coffee brought to
my bed. my Idea of top notch luxury.
Then came R. Brinkerhoff, the lim
ner, and Tom Hogg of San Antonio
nd we talked of this, that and the
other.
Thence out In the town and met
Hiille Burke, who Invited me to see
her new play, which I intend to do,
'he being an actress of great charm.
- at awhile with Blind George, the
news vendor, and then home again
to my stint for several hours.
A light snow falling, I donned my
4; cat coat and with my dog to walk
; 1 round the reservoir and a fellow
struck me for a shilling, which I gave,
but asked why he must beg and he
aid l>ecau80 he had lost self respect.
A fair answer and a pity.
In the evening to Fred iAndeck’s
to a sparerlb and saner kraut dinner
and a gay gathering. XVe did Inter
pretative dances with jolly mockery,
but 1 fell and tore my breeches leg
trying to master the flea hop, and
had to wear an apron. So to bed.
Xew York has more than a hun
dred one-man churches—founded by
dubious pulpiteers. They have a cer
lain personal magnetism which they
use to attract the simple minded and
emotional. They exact a certain per
centage of the salaries, which they
use themselves. The meetings are
held In obscure halls. There are no
charities or other functions of the
regular rhurrhee. The “pastor" Is
given to frock coats, boiled shirts and
patent leather shoes and usually an
18-karat charlatan. Borne of them
hold street, meetings, if the weather
permits—their favorite meeting place
being around the Washington Heights
section.
%\ )■ an odd assortment of human
tty that clots about the chalked hub
ltJift hoards along Employment Row
on Sixth avenue. Most of the appli
cants are men who are chronic drift
era—drifting from job to job. The
bulletin board tells of jobs open for
lunch counter men, pantrymen, cooks,
dishwashers. porters, delicatessen
clerks, elevator operators, doormen,
teamsters snd the like. The crowds
•tend together at the curb, but rarely
converse. There Is a tight-lipped
silence about them that Is rather de
pressing. Few of them want to work
more than a month at a time.
Tn the midst of the job hunting bub
ble one finds a school for bricklaying.
A rather gaudy sign reads; “Brick
laying— Practical day and evening
classes. Our graduates go direct to
jobs upon receiving diplomas."
The numerous Bowery barber col
leges are Interesting, too. The “stu
dents" sre taught the tonsorlal art
by practicing on Bowery bunts- A
shave is 5 cents and a hair cut 10
In the colleges.
In Pell street in Chinatown there
is a kindergarten for children of the
quarter. The classes are conducted
by an American teacher. It Is quite
interesting to hear the Chinese chli
dren sing "America" in pidgin Eng
llsh.
Around ‘the corner in Chatham
square la Beefsteak John s eatetv.
The floor Is carpeted with sawdust
end the pine tables are without
cloths. Three hard boiled waiters
With stubby pompadours d“ the serv
leg. The patron must pay in ad
vance for hi* food. There Is a filling
meal for 15 cents, but the Two Bint
Special Is 25 rents. The original
Beefsteak John has gone live wav of
ell flesh, lie Is said to have anmesp"
e sizable fortune at his eland The r
sre quit* a number of email lut" ;
stands on the Bowery where .off.,
end rolls ere served for 3 cents. 'ml
t.esr Brooklyn bridge Is one ilia,
serves the same fare for - cents,
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