New York- _ i_—Day by Day— _ J pav "j "■ U. MlMtliK. 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. ■ 1 1 -- ■ _ 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." -\ The Long Green Gaze A Cross Word Puzzle Mystery By Vincent Fuller L (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 dihnee 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.) 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