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(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
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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. You drink to be
jolly, to warm up the cold place in
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yottr stomach. 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 .
"I want a wlutrf."
<T» He Continued Mondar.)
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walk don’t need doctor'* and these
who ride can't pay 'em.
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