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N'« Vork. Apr il 17.— I fin,l keener
Yemeni in the Mew York theaters
watching the orchestras than most of
the plays. I «ni constantly en
' mailed by the maestro of the bull
fiddle. With so many flutes, whv
does a man select this enslaving in
> niment as a rareer?
The bull fiddler muM stand while
his fellows recline In easy chairs, lie
goes through life with this dog house
strapped to his back. When he walks
lie paves the people get out of his
»a.v and cast him mean and annoyed
glances.
\\ hen the play is over the pianist
slants down the lid and walks away,
l i e flute player slips his flute in his
red pocket and goes out to join the
boys at Jake's. But the poor hull
fiddler must jockey his dog house
into a corner without assistance. He
is the last man to leave.
I imagine in the night when lie
hears the fire wagon sirening
through town he is tortured by the
thought: "There goo* ihe bull fid
dle." He is never permitted to play
. solo. Who wants to hear a bull
fiddle solo'.' lie is a sort of outcast
among musicians.
Bull fiddlers are of the same
mold. I.title men with gold rimmed
spectacles and the hunched .up look
of the frightened rahhll. They seem
in constant fear of the i-onductdr’s
baton—as though anyone cared
whet iter or not they missed a note.
I fancy the littii fiddler is tlie
product of heredity, l ode tiottlieb
leaves a bull liddle among his effects.
Somebody has to use it and it is
^^•fllmst upon the most timid member
of t lie family. From then on he lie
comes a slave—a musical Moloch.
The violinist flecks the dust off
his instrument with a handkerchief.
The hull fiddler must take a day off
now and l hen and with polishing rags
and a bucket of polisli give his daily
torture a chiffonier finish.
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The bull fiddler getting rid of hi*
fiddle must be somewhat like my
•>\\ n experience in getting rid of a
masseur. I had engaged him on s
morning following a day of rather
violent exercise. The next morning
he came and I had to permit his
•oothing ministrations. lie was a
bovine eyed, gentle type and some
h°w I didn't have the heart to dis
miss him. Finally in desperation T
hung a sign on my door: Be back
in three weeks.'' Anri that night I
met him in the hall, lie was back
ihe next morning with: "Well, 1 see
you didn't go away." But he may
yet i ub me the wrong way.
They tell of a hard boiler} Park
Row city editor of a few years ago
vn ho would now and then hum light
ly and happily to himself: "f fired
six reportets today, la la!" That city
editor is now a life prisoner for mur
der.
'Ihe Roaring Forties nnw has n
rival in The Seething Sixties. The
theatrical center is slowly sweeping
up to Columbus Circle in its long,
bmg march from Fourteenth street.
Five theatrical hits are in the neigh
borhood and more theaters, they say.
Hie to grace tlie neighborhood soon.
New ^ ork movie director upon
learning that a former flame win*
had several times in wrath threat
erred legal redress for flimsy prom
ises of marriage took a rather mean
advantage «*f the lady's recent mar
riage to another, lie secured a huge
and gaudy plush lined jewelry box
fi nrn a smart avenue establishment
end inside he place a six pound cob
hie stone. When the lady opened it
she found a card from him reading:
"This is the weight off my mind.'*
A blind beggar in the neighbor
hood of Grand Central warns of dis
aster in drink. A card around his
nork reads; "I was blinded drinking
wood alcohol."
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The Long Green Gaze
A Cross Word Puzzle Mystery
By Vincent Fuller
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(Continued from Yesterday).
CHAPTKR XV.
“What’s the Latin Name for
Parsley?”
In response to Johnson's subdued
tattoo upon the chimes the next eve
ning a silent group was filing down
tlie hall toward the dining room,
when tiie strident howl of a motor
horn sounded above the thunderous
exhaust of a high-powered automo
bile. Those near the door went to it.
With horn still blaring ami witli tires
-•raping on the driveway, the car
came to a sliding stop ynder the
porte-cochere.
Kd Howell, followed closely by an
other muffled figure, sprang up 1 lie
steps, rapped perfunctorily at the
door, and pushed on through the
vest ihule.
Helen, who had been farther down
tlie hall than the rest, was the first
t" realize what had happened
“Riant!” she cried, “Grant!”
Helen!” a broken voice answered,
and she was enveloped in big arms
di<l not for some minutes relax
Bl^^^heir hold. When she turned to the
immobile group, her face was flushed,
her hair disordered.
He’s here. oh. he's here!” she said,
repeating the words dazedly, and
clung to his arm.
Suppose they can find any dinner
for me?" Grant asked.
“Johnson is setting places for you
and Mr. Howell now,” Miss Minty
said.
It was a strange mixture of feel
ings that held them a.« they entered
the dining room. Here was one. at
least, who was temporarily released
from suspicion—and the < loud which
hiil fogged tlie whole house was par
tially dissipated by this one clean
tin list from the outer world. What
ever affect fun had been given to
Rt mt was now offered again—as
whole-heartedly as possible. The exu*
1»«->hnee of Grant and Howell, too,
v hh contagious to a certain degree;
bur because the others had not been
Geared as Grant had been, because
the net ndght tighten, justly or tin
.111v t! y. at any one of them, the
hilarity ted did not ring wholly
t rue.
‘ Listen, old timer, how did you get
out?” Ted asked in tlie first lull of
• on vernation; ami then blushed scar
1st with cmlrarrassment. "I in mean.”
lie stuttered on. "we're—I’m so aw
fully s:la«i you did. old scout. I ■
"Han't keep a good man down—or
in. Teddy,” Grant responded heart
lb. "Not when he's got a good law
yer. Kd over there knows his stuff
nil right—of course, I’m only out on
bail, but appearance before the grand
yny is more or less perfunctory
now.” He looked into Helen's ryes,
whir h seemed to he clouding again
with worry.
. "Sow. honey.” he said, and frankly
caught her hand. "Howell has it all
xed. They don’t have the evidence
to hold me on. The district attorney
agrees with the magistrate that they
don’t. I'll be here, of course, until
everything’s settled. Kd 1ms even
swung the deal in the Fowler Addi
tion for me. Now let's forget It all
Then the swinging of the door re
lea led for an instant, to those fac
ing It. t he figure of Hardy in the
butler’s pantry, eyeing the group over
a lifted cup of coffee. A hush fell
upon them, and not even Grant or
Howell could wave a wav the fog
which again sifted gloomily down
upon them as they realized that noth
ing was solved, that there had been
only an interlude In tlie tragedy in
which they were involved. After two
or three futile attempts at lightness.
Howell turned more quietly to flow,
who sat beside him.
•Have them been any more cross
word puzzles, Miss Fabry?” be asked
In a low voice.
• Not that I know of. Apparently
thev’ve stopped. I almost wish theyd
begin again. They keep your mind
occupied, don't you think?”
' I suppose so." Ills glance at. her
became a stare 'is be realized her
ford, vivid beauty, the direct blue
eyes, the auburn tints In her gold
hair, her delicate white shoulders
curving down into s simple blue or
gandie. Janet was the very opposite
of Rose, he decided Hhe was even
becoming a little boisterous with Ted.
though the note of her laughter was
forced; her dark eyes, strangely bril
liant. rested often on her brother, who
was trving to make »nversa• ion with
Mivs Mintv. on the other side of him.
After dinner the party eddied about
•n the hall for » time, at last sepa
rating into two groups, one going t ■
the drawing room. Hie other to the
library. As Ted mid Janet entered
^v^the library together, with Miss Mintv
W ~ following. Janet released her chummy
? bold on Ted's arm. and stepped quick
lv forward. “Ham It ” “he exclaimed,
*'|Hs beginning sgnln!”
"What Is?”
‘1,00k there.” Khe pointed toward
the mantel Pinned to Hie * enter «d
the broad shelf hung a sheet, of paper
bearing Kmily Dunseath's monogram.
F-ielow it stood out i he familiar
squares of black and white!
"I^et's get it over before Hardy
comes in.” Janet fumbled in the desk
for pencils. Ted, bringing the dic
tionary, was baited a moment later
by a ‘‘Wait a minute! ’ from the door
wav, and Hardy came striding in.
“Give me that.” he commanded.
thought !t best to notify him,"
Miss Minty explained.
Hardy, puzzle in hand, disap
peared into the hall, was heard in
conversation at the telephone, and
shortly reappeared. "All right. " he
said, "go ahead and work it. but. I'll
have to he here with you. We want
this one. and it's not going to dis
appear like the first one."
'led. Janet. Rose, Minty. Jarvis and
Howell worked at the puzzle, blit
there wasn't effective room about the
table for all of them. Gradually How
ell withdrew’, and then Jarvis. The
two of them sat talking In the corner,
and Rose went to the music room,
where she played, in a subdued man
ner, the “Valse Triste.” Ghopal wan
dered restlessly about the library, took
book after- book from the shelves,
loo’ ed at them cursorily, at some at
tentively, returned them to their!
places carefully, and so made the
rounds. He moved as if he were
searching for some one poem or pas
sage to fit his mood, and could re
member not at all where he had seen
it first. When Hardy occasionally i
took his eyes from the puzzle. It was |
to watch Ghopal'.* actions or to glance {
at Howell and Jarvis In the corner.
‘ I’ll let von finish this. Janet," Ted
said at last, rising. *'! don't seem
to be much good tonight. Where did
Grant and Helen go, anyway?"
“Let 'em alone, can't you?” Janet
replied curtly. “They don’t want
Theodore Dimseath playing guardian
angel tonight." She was hitting the
end of her pencil, going through the
motion of wiiting letters in certain
squares without actually tilling them
in. Jarvis left Howell and went into
the music room.
“Miss Minty. I'll let you finish this
one.'' Janet said, rising. ‘I'm not
feeling ver y well." Her cheeks were
pale under their gibbous circles of
rouge, and she left the room quickly.
’Til Just take this and finish it
myself,” Hardy said, picking up the
sheet. .“It ought to go easy now. and
I've learned a little about them my
self the last few- days.” With that,
he picked up the puzzle, tire [rem il.
the dictionary, and so loaded, left the
t oom..
Ghopal renewed his interest in the
hooks, Miss Minty looked into the fire
light. watching its reflections in the
burl mahogany columns of the man
tel. and Helen and Grant came in to
Join the rest, followed by Rose and
Jarvis. Janet alone was absent.
"You know," Jarvis said to them,
"all this clears up for me some lines I
read In Browning once, those in the
‘Soliloquy of the Spanish Holster’—
how did they go?
‘What's the Latin name for parsley''
What s the Greek word for swine’s
snout!’
Of course It must have been cross
word puzzles that worried the old
monk at the dinner table. Wouldn't
you say so. Miss Minty?" Miss Mintv
• lid not answer. “Well, what was the
Latin name for parsley in this puz
zle. Miss Mintv?”
"One that you should have stayed
here to find out about,” Miss Minty
answered sharply. "That man Hardy
has It now—he wouldn't give ns a
chance to finish it.”
Desultory talk followed. Vohod.v
wanted to start the movement toward
bed. yet everybody wanted to go, and
at last. Miss Mintv rose and advised
them: "Personally," she said, "I
think we'd all better go up tn bed
I'm going now. and you'd better all
come, too." Fiut nobody followed her
as she left the room. In the hall she
found Janet loitering near the fon»
of the stairs, “f thought you had
gone to bed," Miss Minty admonished
her-.
"Not yet. I—I began to feel bet
ter."
"Did that detective brute go?"
"f don’t believe he did. He's In
the kitchen,” Janet answered ner
vously.
"You're you’re sure you’re feeling
all right. Janet?”
"Perfectly. You go on to bed Miss
Minty. Don't worry about me.”
When Mias Minty bad disappeared
around the bend of the stairs, Janet
slipped quiet Iv down the back ball
toward i be kitchen, and as she heard
I he kitchen door open, stepped softl.v
Inin the butler's pantry, Hardy
passed her quickly, wholly unaware
of her pieseme
(To He # nnttnaoH Mnnrisr.)
Knrache. following a "laid cold in
the head.” demands t ho immediate
attention of «n aurisL
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