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By O, O M INTMtl
Tnik, April in. Thoughts
■while strolling around New York:
Malt jong sets at one third price.
The hlnek on .West Forty seventh j
street that is always torn tip. A I
movie rowbov with jingling spurs. A
one armed woman hawking free love
pa mphlets.
Perry Markave. Built fame build
Ing pageants. Shop windows bloom
ing with feminine fripperies. Hurry
ing shoppers. Bike squirrels in a
cage. C. P>. Gibson's standing collar.
The rabble who continues to cling In
1 h © old nelmonico corner. And rarely
has a fare.
Giggling girls leaving tea rooms.
Gentlemen with flasks. New York
is becoming a hln town. Gloria
Swanson's French husband. What
price Gloria! A cigarette millionaire
- from a Biga ghetto to a mansior
on Park avenue. That's America.
Shop advertises: ".Military brushes
fnr women." Handsome Gene Mat
kev, the Chicago critic. Madison
avenue's antique district. Grand
nap's bitters bottle sells for $fin. Cow
cream pitchers and crockery dogs.
Blue glass setting hens.
The little cafe that .lames Tluneker
used to frequent. And tho gaudy
mansion with glass porch plllers that
a romantic. Wall street swindler built.
Bodies In double breasted mannish
(oats. And carrying canes. Where
will the invasion of men's rights end?
Pierre's at lttnch%on time. The
shimmer of pearls. Blue shirts a la
Prince of Wales. The gold capari
soned lacquey who serves toast. TIip
patter of light conversation—as swift
as a pelting rain. Covamiblas, the
tf** chi i lealurlst.
Wonder |f i'll have to' pay the
check! Or merely vi<jn p. Why can’t
each dinner have just one knife and
on© fork? And abolish French
/
-.Hues. So American food left in
> ew York. Homan aleak. Homan
biscuits. Homan punch. Business of
chasing myself around the Acropolis.
Michael Alien, the gifted Armen*
,:ln novelist, was branded as an im
poster bv Irvin Hnhb at a select din
ner of the literati. "I have known
Arlen an hour,” said Cobh, "and he
b *s not tried to sell me a rug."
Kdna Kerber leils this one. She in
vited Charles Hanson Towne to ac
company her on a vi*dr to New
^n,k's most beautiful Jewish reins
ter.v. "A Jewish cemetery?’' ex
< i.timed Towne. T didn't know there
were any dead."
Then there is the story of the healt
hfully gowned lady in extremely dee
ollette frock who sat next to one of
the current wits. Three huge vac
cination marks showed on her arm.
He glanced at them and said, ‘ I see
you came through the plague nicely."
Cholly Knickerbocker, the chubby
society editor, tells me of a new chap-j
peonage arrangement for debutantes.!
They are escorted to social affairs by
prim ladies who are known as "maid
chaperones." It is their duty to wait
for their charges in anterooms and
SPf* that 1 hey arrive home in good
shape, lie also tells me that many
society women often go to parties
without knowing who the hostess will
be until they arrive. Social secre
taries attend to the acceptances and
ns there are sometimes three or four
affairs an evening, the secretary
merely give*- the list and instructions
to the chauffeur.
When T used to go to dancing
school our hired gi»l, Alice Bunch, I
escorted me and so thin were social
restrictions in those days that Alice1
danced with the In tie boys.
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The Long Green Gaze
A Cross Word Puzzle Mystery
By Vincent Fuller
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(Continued from Yeelerday).
Xo. It had been before Kmlly's
death, the night before, lie luid been
lying on hie hed, dressed for dinner,
and there had been voices In the hall.
Suddenly he realized that the voices
had been those of Rose ami Jarvis:
“Dry lip and blow away"—the phrase
re-echoed in his ear, but be could pot
remember all of it.
“Book at them ont there!'' Alls.®
Minty exclaimed, when he joined her
at the window. “The whole morbid
town Is crawling around out there.
Ted looked out. and then drew back
behind the curtains. People lined the
opposite side of the road, boys had
climbed Into trees, more people were
coming. "It's that account, in the
morning paper." Miss Minty said.
“They're all out to see us. 'The mur
der party,’ they call us. Pgh! It's
horrible. Trying to pick out which
one of us did it.'' she went on. "Thank
heaven they're having Poor limner’s
funeral at the undertaker's chapel.
H would he too much to have it out
here.\nd won't they talk when
they find I’m not out there! But 1
can't go. I can't! The doctor told
me I couldn't. And there'll be just
(ihopal and me who'll lie staying
from it."
“Don't let ’em worry volt. Miss Mm
tv. Pome away from the window. -No
body suspects you—“
"Yes, they do. Those detective men
do. You could tell It In every word
they said to me yesterday. You just
don’t know, Teddy. And I tfdnk It
was that heathen bronze idol llornfi
gave me that brought all the bad
luck."
Ted led her back to a comfortable
rocker. “Well give the town some
thing else to think about. 1 11 stay
home from the funeral, too. That'll
keep 'em busy guessing for a good
long time. I'm not keen to go, any
way. And poor old Ghopal. he's pret
ty well shot even now. lie couldn't
go if he wanted to. I suppose. That
hunger strike of his. amt the time
he was In Jail, have been pretty
hard on him."
“You don't suppose thev'll put rrr
tn like that, do you, Teddy, the way
they have Soames. too?"
“You'll he the last one they'd take,
Miss -Minty. Depend on that. They've
just treated you like they have the
rest.”
"That's what Rose said. too. I
wish she could come. . . . Bee if that *
them going out now. There'll he Hel
en. and Janet, and Jarvis, and Rose
They'll certainly notice that we're not
there. Theodore. I'm going to call
you Theodore. It's so much more
substantial sounding than Teddy. . .
1 wish Rose wouldn't go. ... I don't
believe she's fit to go. really. She's
a comfort, but at the same time, she's
worried."
‘"Have you noticed that, too? . .
What do you suppose it is. anyway?
. . • I've just hern talking to .lar
via. . .
“Were thinking the name thlnir.
Theodore." She looked at him slant
wise. A* she looked, site seemed frail
*r to him than ever, drier, with lens
life She was very old. really. II**
Sad never noticed It before. A strong
wind »nd she'd dry up and blow
lway."
The words reechoed gigantlcallv
through his brain. He roukl recall
flow—if whs all very clear: He had
keen lying- on hi* bed, utterly de
pressed, almost asleep. Voices had
spoken in the narrow passageway
Just outside his room, which was the
>ld nursery. Rose's volt e, and then
parvis'; and all the words were cord
ing back now. It was Jarvis who
had said: “She's outlived her useful
tress. She ought to be anaesthetized.
Home day she’ll dry up and blow
away, and nohodv'll know Just
where." The words were very clear
now. And then the sound of a sob.
snd a choked word from Rose: “You
mustn't talk that way, Jarvis ' and
then another sob. and a light hysteri
cal laugh. They moved on, and he
was still lying on his bed.
ft was all very clear now. The
dusk had been driven from Ills inem
or y.
What Is It, Theodore?’’
“Nothing. ... I was Just thinking
something, nothing important. . .
Funny you’d think that about .lai vi
and Rose. too. Jlave you thought
she avoided him, or he her'.'”
• I've thought she avoided him, that
It made her shudder to be near him '
“Y’es but we mustn't let suspl
cions run away with ns, Miss Mlntv.
We don't have anything -much t<
g<i on, and neither do the detectives
] fancy. It lakes evidence tn ion
vlct a person, you know. And that -
the trouble, there's no evidence. . .
Of course, if we worked toward thr
detectives, snd they worked Inward
us, then we might m» ct somewhere
like engineers boring a tunnel thrnugli
* * mountain."
► ' “t'gh! But suppose we lust met •
each other' Oh. the winds ihln*
makes me 111. Ted Theodore. I think
I'll He down a while, .lust fix me h
bromide tablet for mv nerves. u<.n i
><•11, deal, In a glass of water
When he had given her lire bio
mide and had securely tucked a com
forter about her small shaken form,
he closed the door of her room softly
behind him and started down stairs.
"Hello!" lie said, "where did you
come from?”
!• Hardy. Burke’s assistant, was sit
ting on the semicircular seat beneath
the stained glass window on the land
ing. • | was left on duty,” Hardy ex
plained, "and 1 just wandered up here
to look at the stained glass a little,
and was resting. Any objec tion?”
"None whatever. I don't know'
that you boys have any legal right
to stand over us the way you do, but
yoii're’not interfering with any of rnv
pleasures so watch away.” Ted
snapped open his cigaret case and lit
a cigaret. "Smoke?” lie asked Hardy,
extending the case.
Hardy’s eyes widened, and * sneer
ing giin crossed hi* fac e. "Say. what
do you take me for. anyway? . . . The
last guy that smoked in this house
well. ymi know what's happening
tills afternoon.”
Ted put his cigaret back in the
case. "Now I suppose you’ll think
I’ve been trying to dec away with
you. You make me afraid of my own
cigaret*. But the devil! I'd rather
he pinched for murder than not
smoke these days." Quickly he
scratc hed a match, and walked back
to his room puffing large clouds of
smoke into the air.
When Ted had disappeared, Hardy
made a memorandum in his note
book, look out a crumpled yellow'
package of cigaret* and then re
turned them to hi* pocket ruefully.
"Devil of a job, this is." he mused.
"Gan t e\en smoke in comfort. And
I'm probably alone In the house with
the murderer, and maybe just saw
him; and if I did blow my whistle.
T don’t suppose the hull* in the road
would hear me.”
.lust then lie heard a faint tap, tap.
tap. somewhere in the front part of
the house. 1 plight, he listened. Tap.
tap, tap—followed hv silence. Then
a loud crash resounding through the
lower hall. With one shrieking blagt
on his whistle Hardy rushed down
the stair* and paused before the
library door, revolver in band. All
within wfas silence. Two blue-suited
policemen pounded in through the
front hall. Together they dung back
fhe library door, and pointed three
revolvers at—Ghopal Bose. Ghopal
smiled at them benignantly.
"What you doing in there* 1 Hardy
demanded. "And how did you get in
without, my seeing you?”
"I was looking for a hook to read,
and I had climbed up on the book
case to look at those on the top"—
he pointed "but 1 was so clumsy
that I knocked over a whole p|l» of
them. Yon may hpp for yourself.”
"One on von, Hardy.” the police
men laughed, looking at the scat
tered book*.
"You’d better take your book up
stairs and read it." Hardy snapped
at Ghopal irritably.
"Certainly, if von desire me to do
so.Ami If I come clown again, I
shall notify you In advance." Smiling
again, Ghopal departed
Hardy returned to his seat under
tlic; stained glass and examined again
Ilia crumpled yellow package of
clgarets In his pocket. Carefully, he
lore off part of each end. examined
a, match with care, and began to
smoke. After all. he had bought the
package only that morning
tin tt«* Continued Tomorrow.)
—
Abe Martin
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