■_ (Continued from fMlodw.) "That's ths trouble," he interrupt ed. "Cummings want* cssh for It or he wants it back right away." "That poor white?" she laughed •'■{Wilfully. "Why, we've been dealing with him as long os I can remember. Ha* he lost his mind?" "I reckon eo," said Admah dully "Hut If he don't get rash he'll make trouble. And I can’t afford any more trouble right now. The annual elec tion's tomorrow and I've got to come through clean." “Why don't you pay for it and hush Cummings up?" she asked, and through the rift in ids Illusion he saw how worn and old she could look. “Oh, well," he said gently, rising to leave the room, "I oughtn’t to 1-other you. It was a birthday pres ent—” "Admah!" she called so shrilly after him that he faced about and saw the panic in her eyes. "Admah, is it as bad as that? You can’t afford to pay? You have to send things back? Teople won’t trust you?" "Just about," he told her plainly. "We’ve been gotn' *n awful pace. Flo Lee. We could have pulled through If stocks had held up. But they’re down. If we keep this house and I keep my job—’* "Your job?" She clutched at the detestable hounds on her French cov erlid, and even in his excitement Ad mah realised how be haled those em broidered beasts. But she was asking almost In a shriek, "\yhat do you mean by that?" “Hush,” lie begged, and resumed on a soothing tack, "i'll Keep my job all right. But we've got to play pretty low for a rear or so. Fire a lot oL the help. Cut out style and flxln's—-*’ "So that’* what you've done to me!" She crouched forward, mus cles tense, studying him with love less eyes. "Flo Lee. honey!” he begged, sud denly crushed by her scorn. He reached out toward her, hut she cringed away. "You've played your shabby little trick and got me to marry you. And 1 was fool enough—" "You wanted my money, you mean?” He growled this suddenly, resentful, desperate ashamed. "Yes. And where Is It? Ho you think I'd have looked at you twice tf I'd thought—” Struggling to believe hi* senses be found himself mumbling about his money, "I never was rich, if that's what you thought.” "You went sftanklng around with every pretense of it—of course T be lieved It—do you think I’d have con sidered you? I'd have had my serv ants boot you out of the bouse—" "Flora Lee!" It came like the bel ---- New York ••Day by Day By O. 0. M INTYRE New York, Feb. Aside from Brisbane, there are few editors of New, York newspapers known to the public. Jn fact a group of newspaper fnen recently attempted to write down the name of every editor in town. Not one could complete the en tire list. New Tork Journals are now known, not only by the editors, but by the publishers, when Frank I Cobh of the World died the wife of Jrwin Cobh, the humorist, received hundreds of letters of sympathy. They had never heard of the great editor of the World. In the old days readers did not quote their papers ns much ns they did tiie editor. They would nay ‘Bennett” says today” or Dana says today.” The three names that stand out in the era of personal journalism were Greeley. Bennett and Dana, The most picturesque of all in pop ular fancy was Bennett. Edward P. Mitchell In his memoirs says: *'Th» younger Bennett, a tall youth, was seen often and admired reverently as the beau ideal of the man of the world and all around dare-devil." The public warmed to his noncha lance in exciting matters. Once when he was mixed up in a fight the Herald carried a first page story reading: "Bennett Thrashed Again!” Bennett did iot rare what his read era thought of him, but what they thougni of the Herald eounted. Dana was described as well set physically, his generous brown beard and mustache tinged With gray. Ills not overabundant locks were crown ed with a cylindrical skull cap of em broldered silk—not a smoking cap for he never smoked. nreeley Is described as having a round baby face with a fringe of I whitish heard. He loved to ride horse hack and people on Fifth Avenue would eee him Jogging along. He wore no straps to his trousers and tha lega of them would work their way up far above the kneee. New York has the longest and shortest ride in the world for n nickel One may ride over 14 miles of subway tracks for a. nickel. That Is the longest. The shortest Is the ferry trip to Plum Bench from the end of Emmons Avenue. Hheepehead Bay. Plum Beach Is a squatter's community with 1,500 Inhabitants The dinky little boat la called the Toonervlll* Ferry. Plum Beach la an Interesting community of shacks that have crudely printed names such ss the Pfilmneye, The Manor House end The Oaks. It Is government. land. There are no etreets, no lights, no sewer* or police. The importance of New Tork as a. movie center Is llluatrated by tty< fart that within the last slg months more than 1,500 professional “extras'' have come here from Hollywood and a prominent extra employment exchange declares that all have found steady employment. There la one old extra who hag been appear ing In the background for nine years. He eays that he has never seen more than We forehead on the screen. A bright little newel* with a heavy stock of midnight extras sold them like hot pancakes one night re fentl". The lending story concerned en Esat Kids silk hat robber who van captured by the police. The led a’ood at the enlrance of a dancing academy on Broadway and yelled ‘Extra! ahelk with a monocla cap Hired!” e.nd every j-ounr girl leaving the place bought ag edition, Meeartsht- tllU *1 low of a wounded animal, half rage, half supplication. "A fine mesa you’ve made of it between you. you and Bunny. I could have married Savarac in a min ute—but. Bunny spoiled that. Savarac would have taken me even then if you hadn’t come along—" "Who was Savarac?" he asked, a question which he had never before dared. "Is that any of yotir business?" She glared toward her dressing table as If she might have hurled any of its toilet articles at his head. "Now will you go away? God, how I've paid for every cent you've given me—” • He reached out toward her, but she screamed and cringed. "Don’t you put your hands on me again. I don’t think I’ve ever loathed anything Ss I have you. The touch of your hands. Ugh:’’ He stood his ground, yet his knees were weakening. How easily he might have seized her little throat and smothered her under her pillow as an outraged Moor had done in an earlier, Juster day. But because he could not be unkind to Ijer he clenched his uncouth hands behind his back. "What do you want me to do. Flora T.ee?'' "Get out, just as fast as you con. I won't stay under your roof another night.” She made a snuggle to arise, uui he motioned her hack with a gesture that was suddenly autocratic. “You’re not well enough 10 get up.” he said eoldlv. “I won't bother you any more. You can have the house, if you waul it. Or if not, there are two cars in the garage.” With that he left her. closing the door softly. When he quit the house, as lie did almost immediately, he took nothing with him save his hat. He went out the back door, obscurely as the negroes do, and through the dusk he found his way to the lnterurban Street Railway tracks. There he caught the next,trolley into town. He took It all that dazed, quiet mood with which We recover from our heaviest blows; for when our towers crumble they do not always conn down with a great clatter of bricks— Ihey often blow away like tlip bub bles that they are. From that last interview with the woman whom he had adored beyond reason he carried away but one vivid Impression, His hands. She had never liked them to touch her. . . . The specter called Savarac counted for little more than a svmbol. O'Xeiil he hated and wished to kill- But that was for the future. But his hands. . . . His head had stopped aching, but there was* something he craved sharply. He must get drunk. That was it! Remembering a full quart of Scotch, concealed for him in the Pick wick Flub, he went straight for It. as soon as the trolley reached town. But in the repressed air of the Pickwick Club he became saner, more cautious. Flora I/ee, he considered, was a. sick woman, and sick women say queer things. Bitterly as she had stabbed him—he could never again think of her as his wife—he shouldn't have gone away like that, leaving bet to the servants and her own wild device*. And she had called after him when lie closed the door. No, he couldn't quit like that. He'd 1 totter telephone, he decided, and talk to her and give her another chance. But when he got a connection with his house lie thought that Calvin’s voice sounded curiously hard. "Miss Flo T.ee, stir?" he asked. “No, suit Site's gone out." “(lone out? Where's she gone to?" "She didn't say in pertickler. Mist' Holt. But site went bout ten min ut«s ago in the car.” "Alone?" "No. suh, Mist' Holt. With Mist O'Neill, i reckon.” Admail hung up the receiver and applied himself to the serious busi ness of intoxication. The Pickwick Club made him slrku Everybody gathered around tables in Utile knots, passing their pocket flasks and laughing at him behind their hands. Hadn't a man a right to do a* he pleased at his club? Was there any rule against a member's drinking ' alone if he wanted to'.' Everybody be knew, practically, had gone through that little room and taken a look at him. They thought, he was drunk, likely as not. Well, he was. Any of their business? Wen Peebles bad come along and made some bum excuses about wanting to take Admah home. What for? He'd never asked Wen to his house, and it was too late now. What a roar Flora l.ee would put up if she saw V< en F’lora l.ee. Shucks . . . The Pickwick Club made him sick. For a. nickel he'd have put his fool through one of the windows. They wanted to drink like gentlemen. What for? 'There was no fun In drlnklug like a gentleman. 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Tou drink to forget a lot of things. (.Josh, what a lot ol ruin you need for that! People that drank like gentlemen made him sick. The liat room *uy waited noncoin mitally while Adtnali fumbled for his check. This being lost, the boy grinned and reckoned he knew >list Holt's hat by the colah of the band. He either found the hat or he didn't Admali wasn't quite Bure of (list point, but he felt something on his head as he resumed his progress to ward I he door. He managed It sur^ prlslngly well until the night air struck him In the face and he humped into an evening-clad gentleman com Ing up the steps. "Good '♦vening, Holtg." It was Colonel Atterbury. Arlmali stood at the bottom of the steps, attempting to think of acme pleasant reply to tills pleasant salu tation, But already the t'olonel was walking up toward the clubhouse door, and the expression of hi* back whs ns secretive as the Principality's business policy. Adniah wondered if he had noticed anything: then he laughed aloud at a splendid joke that sprang full »rnt»d out of hi* brain Would you noth-,, the new postofflre building If It "as on Are? "Taxi, boas?" A runtlsh rolored man stood on the curb, gesturing toward a badly dent ed ford. Silently Adniah got in. "Whuh to. KunneJ?" The driver grinned with that understanding somewhat eftvlous expression which only an African con show to our mo ment* of human weakness "Take me toithe River,’’ aaid Ad mail ponderously. " Vases. Ktinnel. Which part o' th' River, sutT" "Wharf Number One." That w» beaullfull.v Intoned "Vaasa." The driver etarted his engine before lie twisted nrnuiidi a*nin. *'.Sh> . 1h*s They ;*|n t no bom *otn‘ out turn Wharf Number One this time o' ttljthl." "I don't want a boot,** said Admai . 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