The evening world. Newspaper, November 5, 1921, Page 15

——, > a er ‘ THE EVENING WORLD'S FICTION SECTION, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 1921. 3 ford had his eyes set sternly to the fore. They drew up before a plate- glass window with masculine footwear - discreetly displayed. “Nope,” he announced to the smiling clerk. “I don't want anything similar to what I got on. Gimme something like Vince Astor kicks around in.” They sold him a pair with tapering toes, flat soles, and unostentatious eye- lets. They cost him eightoen dollars “Score one!” said Brian, making « nark on his cuff as he paid the bill He wore the shoes out of the shop “Now that I got rid o’ those hick kicks, I guess we'll be safe to walk along Fifth Avenue, paying the taxes here and there.” At a famous milliner’s Betsy ec! a hat with very little on it, but that well disposed. The bill was sixty-five dollars, “Score two!" announced Brian, mak ing another mark on his cuff. “What on earth are you doing, Sugar?” asked his wife. “Keeping tab on New York We've yeen here half an hour, and she’s got us eighty-three bucks already.” They took a room at the St. Sidon Hotel, a overlooking Broadway’s busiest corner fabulous pile ‘T’'m tired already,” said Betsy, throwing herself on a gilded chaise- lounge. “When TI look at a dur emarked the Little Br Persia-—afraid to sit like the Wing of town for fear some of the gold leaf'l tick to my pants.’ He walked over to the window and looked down on the human stream flowing below tless { bet N’ York's got more ticket specu an San Bruno's got population. ‘ik! there's a lame horse has just sat down in front of a milk wagon and tied up all the rapid transit from here to the Bronx. Careless Dobbin!” After lunch, Brian complained of his new shoes pinching; but he bravely kept his footing within their resisting further into the soles, and plunged st rulf of conventionality by changing to a suit of quiet gray and un necktie Washington Square,” ‘To Ne he suid. “Im going to present O'Mal ley’s letter to Dyckman Wynkoop to see un Want to coms if he’s cheese viong?” “No, » a ittle old big foolish; I'm not heing introduced. I suppose we're going somewhere to night” ‘Bet your fairy goloshes we'ré goin’ new here soon as the ads begin to light up along the Great White Way, we'll beat it for one o’ those dansong estaunrant To-night the t wide n dangerous t a ( ‘ ce figure which ended In ient embrace of gil h bride “Don't let any bunco man see you while you're in that m« od," she cau- tioned. “Remember, you're a hick In a great city.” About six o’clock he came whistiing “yack, his face af “Did you find who was Waiting, with the paticnceo hooked up e with enthusiasm him?” asked Betsy, an experienced wife, to b¢ n the back “who? say, Dickie lives ina Dyekie Chickencoop* Nope boy's size brick palace with a white door, and a brass ;nocker. When L banged the knob, out shoots a Woodrow Wilson effect in but lers. Not to hum!’ he says When { called him Charley, he snatched my ecard away from me and slammed the door so quick he 'most p nehed off my nose * “Sugar Boy, he probably saw you were a” “Hick? So I hired an open taxi and sailed forth to discover N’ York.” ‘What did you see? “Saw the Woolworth Building, the -ookiyn Bridge, « fight, a Wall Street Yes. But how did he know? anic, the Pennsylvania Station, and Leon Errol tryin” to light a clmar on a windy corner.” “Anything else? ‘L saw a hick Right before my) y’ see, [| dropped my taxi at Pougeenth street, and ducked into the cyes, subway ist to get a taste of that celebrated canned air. And what d’ you think I saw, the firgt thing? A Rube got up and gave his seat toa lady. I was git- ting comfortably on somebody's mother at the thme, and I wanted to lead that hick aside and say, ‘Not done, old chap —not in New York;’ but [let him go his Wallingford’li get him before morning.” suicide way. HEY dined cornices, besi beneath golden le roseate tapes tries, eating from precious plate and draining gobiets of brilliant crystal “Don't make any quick moves,” Brian cautioned his wife, “because every time row,” and many couples took t! floor, every Jack to his Jill, every Bacciius to his Bacchante. By way of tissement a Princeton gladiator had arisen from a tableful of college boys and was inviting the head waiter t pul him out. diver “lata go!” Brian's arm Stick around, kid,” Brian “We needn't be afraid of this dansong stuff. All New York's doing it.” pleaded Betsy, seizing urged “T det half the men here are travel ing salesmen from Duluth hick!" This was Beisy’s quelling word Don't be a “Speaking of hicks, whispered hex “HE SNATCHED MY CARD AWAY FROM ME AND SLAMMED THE DOOR SO QUICK HE MOST PINCHED OFF MY NOSE.” yOU do it bla that ja waiter this way, and costs you five dollars extra! The bill was nineteen dollars. “Score three!” warbled Brian, keep aginary tab on his cuff He led Betsy rather hastily toward the foyer It was getting on toward ten o'clock and round the corner, g ng arid the gigantic Cabaret de nfernal giories of jumping electric images, stood the 'Obsterre, home of jazz Most of the twbies were already taken when they entered. Young Mrs. Blaney was not too young to note the two types of women—those who had come and those who had been brought—the former characterized by elaborate com- plexions inside infantile hats; their ips were bold, their eyes were cold. The band uttered a musical compound of treacle and dynamite; a negro noble- man endowed with India-rubber jointe rolled his eyes swimmingly and smote his palms together to an ecstatic ‘Buzg around-—-Buzz around!” until a young mulatto woman, lithe as a spider. mon- key, threw herself at him In dan acro- included touching her wool to the carpec in miraculous batic tango which backward loops “Let's twirl!"’ came Brian's enthu- 's ear, for the band We'll row row Siastic voice in Betsy had now struck up husband, Gudgineg er shart what's just come “Who is he? “The Rube f w give } cat to lady in the subway He's lopeie for, even at the word, the newoomer who wore buttoned tan shoes-—was or dering a Manhattan ated cocktail “He must be the King of the Hick ories,” murmured Brian, becoming more and more concerned. “Ain't it pitiful'’ The object of Brian's called to him the head waiter, and, in the presence of the whole roum, handed him a five dollar bill. Then he lit a cigar, and kept the band on "He's got every one of O'Malley’ ‘How to Tell a Hick’ don't shave hig neck waitin’ for the barber the morning.’ “Ffe's rather nice looking,” said Betsy “and he weara a good suff of clothes’ "Whiskers! There Society for the Protection of Him, I've got a good mind to give that lone yokel « tip before he falls into the hands of'— Down the aisie came a florid, familiar face, The head waiter pulled out a chair next the unprotected stray. And the person who occupied the seat, pr Yolstead hyper commiseration roarks except he Probably he's shop to open ia ought to be a _ eer sented a cordial palm to the helpless hick, was none other than G. Hunter MeCosh, the superannuated bunco man of the D. & R. G. MceCosh's toward Brian, therefore he could not see his broad back was neighbors, although clope enough to be easily overheard. Brian quickiy forgot the charms of’ tango tn the study of buneco as the elderly rascal laid his fat palm caressingly over the hand of the younger man, who was neat and rather sinall, with oyster-colored eyes and @ sallow mustache, “No, my boy, you can’t afférd to miss this,” McCosh, in the tone of thick avy. “Take an old man's advice and"——~ The rest was lost in the musical racket. began ‘Tf you can prove they're as good as” - the young man wags heard to Say. “Opportunity knocks but once at the door , . . good as smelted = gold as proved by our’ spect. mens”’——~ these sernaps in McCosh’s soothing tone, “If we could only find a place to talk more quietly’—— “It is kinda noisy here,” MeCosh ad- mitted. “Supposing you and me go over to Gothamia grill . the dee fails of this splendid proposition.” Come on!" breathed Brian in Betsy'e en Ww e7% 1 the ¢ t 1 grill Tr was casy t ee Why the more 7 a skilful Mr. McCosh had chosen the Gothamia grill A luncheon room in ene of the ta est hotels, it opens, flower-like, at h r of noon, and dozes again at sunset, when the interest ts diverted) to the Fragonard dining room upstairs or the Bohemian music hall in the basement During the evening hours the Gothamia grill assumes the elderiy Club; but uniter shaded lights men and women quict of a Union League talk mysteriously at secluded tables om gunman's delight!" exclaimed Brian. “If T stabbed a man here and ged him into. the elevator, how would the newspopers ever catch me? Waiter!’ A blue Alsatian ountaineer app ched = glibly and took his order Waiter retreated, and the door darkened bys the shadow of a US pers leading a slender yout! sitating mien thusia confide tion, f the f ’ ated t And the duy ked up with t ex ression ¢ 1 ld who hea ‘ new f di toy to believe it tcoue oO M I \ ucl j Sr Bria He wants to dit 0 bad ping put the ba n the hoo The two figure t the distant table t ul Something wa tled ig older man brought forth tf packet of pape Ided te ‘ MeCost wi right said Uriang You can ke the man from Keokuk ar unt NN’) Yor} he hever dreamt of in t home town Maybe it’s not so bad as you think,” Didn ou ee the orange-colcred Chat’ ellow and Surprise bunk he’ engravings on the paper? Goode f sellin’ the hick--and look! Rube's pullin’ his theck-book!"’ Sure enough, the lamb was already McCosh's There was a mnoment of intense scrib- reaching for fountain-pen bling, during which McCosh bit « black cigar r to light it Finally a pink leaf from the check-book fluttered nh his palm, and he handled ir like @ e orchid An instant later MceCosh ra wus secn to rise rather feverishly, but- new-made check, extend a loving hand to his victim, ana ton his coat over the tride forth into the ink Urian imped from his chair “You're not going to” You bet I ain! AS ‘a Strang in wh, I ain't a-goin’ to sit here ang i ~brothe shun bright@ red on Broadway.’ The young mar Sut readin ae Order Your Evening World in Advance