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Z Idah, EM~ how iev~ Sold ~tztth tmgo [P f 71o taho, ,! J~s rtoO m~ ~odY vo,r fer ion| Ill Synthetic Gentleman POLLO SYNOPSIS The Duke, Barry Gilbert, likable youth Ot twenty-three, jobless and broke, en- ters an unoccupied summer home in Southampton, seeking shelter from a storm. He makes himself at home. Doz- ing at the fireplace, he is startled by the arrival of R butler, Willetts; and a chauffeur, Evans. He learns that the son of the owner of the house. Jack Ridder, whom the servants had never Seen, is expected. He decides to bluff It out. His supposed parents have left for Germany. Next morning he is given a letter for his "mother." He opens it and finds a message from the real Jack, saying he could not come, and returning a hundred-dollar bill. The boy's father had pensioned him into obscurity. Bar- ry pockets the money, intending to re- turn it later. He orders Evans to "take him to Montauk, intending to dlsappe~r there. On the way he meets Judge Harabldge and his daughter, ~,atricia. IJelieving he is Jack Ridder, she invites him to 'dinner the following ThursdaY. Barry returns to Southampton. deciding to stay a bit longer. Mr. Ridder, Sr., through his newspaper, the Globe, ac- cuses Judge Hambidge of taking orders from Tammany Hall in a condemna- tion Proceeding. Barry meets Peter Winslow, prominent attorney. Winslow tells Barry that Judge Hambtdge had seen an accident in which a woman Was killed by a taxicab. At home Barry finds the wife of the real Jack Ridder awaiting him. Her husband is in jail in New York, charged with the murder ~f Mike Kelly, Tammany boss. CHAPTER III--Continued Everything about the girl was a contradiction, tl)e Duke thought. Hard. and yet soft, w(th her steely eyes, and her quivering lips. Her English was rather better than fairly good, and yet she could say, "He's a tough guy ~that bird'," Beaded eye-lashes, and "a llttle boy." A chorus girl who be- lieved in her busband, and came an hundred miles through the night to help him. A philosopher, the Duke, as we have seen. and he found him- self musing, "Is anyone Mack or white? Aren't we all contradictions ~klnd of a dirty gray?" "Go on," he said. "Well, Jack was getting thls fifty from the old man's lawyer~when I ~et him. We were playing West Palm Beach, and he followed me to Miami. Hadn't anything else to do. He was drinking all the time, and I knew he'd never quit until he had to. Tli marry You,' I told him, 'but not while you're loafing around on money you get from a guy that's ashamed of you. I want a home,, I said. 'and a husband I can respect. You get a job, and I'll' marry you.'" "Did he?" "Yes, he did, and I married him. That week, It was a good Job, too-- night clerk In a big hotel at Palm Beach. After that, we let the fifty lay "In the post office. Jack didn't want to, at first, but I said, 'We're going to ~hake Jay Rogers mean something, and en we're going back and talk turkey to the old man.' We had a swell llt- tle home, and the kid came, and he's SWell, too. And then. all at once, the boom busted right in onr face. and tt he hotel closed, and we beat it back o New York. Say, what am I telling You this for?" "Go on." ~Well, the next chapter's the same old story. No money. No Job. Tramp- lag the streets, looking for work. ~now what that's like?" "I invented it," said the Duke. "Well, then you know. Things kept happening. The boy got sick, and the ~rple we rented the room from J reatened to put us nut, and I guess ask couldn't stand It. So he went r~ see his mother--without telling me. Its didn't tell her about me, either. "T b he old Iady gave him a hundred ~UCks, and invited him down here. I {on't know what else happened, b~cause ~as so mad he didn't dare tell me. ~Oud? Well, partly, but I guess the ~th is I was scared they'd separate tit. Anyway, I made him send the money back. 'What're we going to do?' he Said. 'Let the kid starve? I can't ~et Work., I answered. 'but may- 'No,' sa I can. I'm a good l|oofer, If I do I Y it myself, and there's worse-look- ~g girls in a lot of shows. "W l~ ell, there wasn't an Aborn show V town, Or any other regular show laat wanted me. So last Monday I anded in a Joint, called The Cocoa- ant Bar. One of those places where ~ a ten-course dinner get and a evue for two dollars, and both of 'era ~otten, Salad without dressing, and Y0~ don't care because the show girls ~the way. Tough same spot--The : daunt Bar--but I wasn't choosey ~ast MOnday.,, "So, then, Jack was mad." ao~lenty.- He'd heen promised a place elevator man in Brooklyn, but we ~t~_uldn't Wait for that. You can be ~Straight in a cabaret as you can In w=eOnvent, ff you want to do. Oh, ~t~'last night, Mike Kelly came in. ~-"~ ~ht O'clock. wlt~ two s~ong- guys, I knew him r~ght away, -~:aU~e he was five weeks at ~e ho- i tel where Jack worked in Palm Beach. And he sat down, "and sent for the boss--Luis Morano, the boss island they had a stiff pow-wow. Morano was sore all through when be came back where the dressing rooms are. And then we swung into a number, called 'Tickle Me.' The girls go up to the men, in that number, and paw 'era a good deal. And, In the middle of this pawing, Kelly Jumps up, and yells that I've tried to pick his pock- et. I'd really Just got to hlm, as an- other girl left, but he grabbed my arm, and shouted so you could have heard him in Harlem. Luis ran over, and the bouncer brought a cop, and a crowd gathered.~ "Kelly'd been drinking a lot. 'You can't get away with t]mt!' he kept yelling at Morano. 'I'll send this girl to the island, .nd you to tbe hot-spot! You watch me!' ~*'I got nothing to do with it,' Luls answered. 'I don't even know this girl. She only came Monday. Isn't that right, boyS?' "Well, the end of it was that I walked out with the cop. I'd're been in the lock-up yet, only there was a decent young fellow on the desk a~ "the station house. Hc let me go on my promise to return if I was want- ed, there being no one there to sign the eomp'lalnt." While she talked, the Duke was thinking. Astonishing things had happened, and went on happening. Were aston- Ishing things always happening, every- where? And did they come about as quietly as this; as much as though they were the commonplaces Of daily routine ? "You've walked Into a pretty mess," the girl had said. But, after all it wasn't his mess. So far as he was concerned, the game was up. He had made full and complete con- fession to this girl, without a mo- ment's hesitation. Firstly, because the game was up, anyway, and, secondly, he- cause it had seemed the right moment fur laying cards on the table. He had asked to see her hand, and he couldn't expect to do that ~-Ithout showing his own. Without Inspiring her con- fidence. Why did he want to Inspire her confidence? What was her story to him? Why should he care what hap- pened to a woman he had never seen ~in Bad Nauheirn? Bnt, damn It, he had seen her! He had seen into her mind and heart, which Is a good deal more than looking at a face, or a black satin dress. Her life would be over with this. And the old man's. "The doctor says any shock might prove serious. One false step on your part, if he knew, would end every- thing forever. And he would know. Ill as he is, he still has his newspa- per seat him, and he still reads every word." The Duke felt sorry for these young people, too--for that foolish young husband who ,'wouldn't hurt a flY," and for this painted, hard-soft young wife and mother, wad had wanted a home and a man she could respect. Patrlcia? Well, that hurt;. He had known it would. He had known, from that first day, that he cared a lot for this girl who needed a spanking, but he had known, too, that his carlng wasn't going to come to anything Even'if his luck had held, you couldn't marry a glrl like that, and then have her find out that you were "a bum." An imposter. It didn't matter now, What mattered now was whether this boy had killed Mike Kelly. And, If he hadn't, whether It was "going to make much differenee"~wtth all the Boss' cohorts arrayed against him. And. anyway, how the whole business was to be kept--for a while, at least ~from the woman who was "counting the days" to his letter at Nauheim. ,'you've got your nerve," Peggy O'Day had said. ,'Welt, that's what we need now." And, as he listened, Barry was more and more compelled to agree with her. "We got home around half past ten o'clock," the girl had been saying, ,'and Jack was wild when he saw the cop, and heard the story. 'I'll be back for you tomorrow,' the cop said. 'and you'd better be here. This department takes its orders from Mike Kelly, and don't you forget that.' "'I'm going to see Mike Kelly,' Jack says. 'I knew him pretty well In Palm Beach. And I know where he lives. I'll be back here by midnight.' "He was~Just as the clock was striking. I remember that, because I thought of a line from a burlesque of nn old play I was in once. 'The hour has struck, and I am here.' Jack was all-a-tremble. 'The son of a sea- cook!' he says. 'The dirty skunk! I'll get that guy some day!' ,,,Wouldn't he see you?' I asked. "'Sure, he saw me,' Jack said. 'The butler brought me right Inca Jap, or a Filipino, or something. Kelly'd been drinking, and he was drinking more-- in the dining room. He came tn to me. in the drawing room, though, and shut the doors bebind him. The Jap --or the Filipino. came in after, with a bottle of Scotch whiskey, and two glasses, and Mike kept on drinking. I had one with him. He was pleas- ant enough to start with. The tele- phone rang in the hall, and he apolo- glzed for going out to answer it. When he came back, '"You'll have to make it snappY,"' he says. '"I've got an important conference here in a few minutes." ' "'So then I told him about you, and he, went nutty. ,"she's a damned little thief!" he yelled. ,,, ,'she's my wife," I answered. , ,,Your wffei" he said, "Yes, and I guess ,anybody's wife that wants her ~" , "Don't say that," I asked him. -, "I'll say anythln~ I damn please]" THE SAGUACHE CRESCENT II I he shouted. "Who the bell are yon. telling me what tO say? A guy liv- ing off a girl at Spanish Luls Mora- no's! Well, I don't give a damn who you live off, but when Luis sirs 'era on to lifting stuff out o' my pocket, they got the wrong birdI This dame's going to Jail tomorrow, and I'm going to headquarters myself to be sure she does go !" Now, get out !" he says." 'Well, of course, Jack loses his tem- per. They yelled at each other a few minutes, and ti~en Jack says he calmed down. ' "Listen,"' he says, as quietly as I'm talking now. ""I don't amount to much, and 1 guess I know It as well as you do. But you let up on my wife, or I'll never let up on you as long as I live so belp me!"' "And, with that, he flounces out of the lmuse. "'Did you bang the door?' I asked, trying to make him lauglL "'I banged both of "era.' he an- swered. 'The door from the drawing room into the hall, and the front door. 1 mean what I said, too. If you're ar- rested tomorrow--'" She paused for a moment, and slumped back into her chair, as though completely exhausted. "You'll find tim rest In the paper," she concluded. 'q?he cops picked him up about three o'clock tl~Is afternoon. He thought they'd come for me, first, and he said a few things about Kelly that aren't going to help much. I don't know yet wby they didn't pick me up, too. Anyway, when they'd gone, I did a whole lot of thinking. And I decided this wasn't a good min- ute for pride, or anything. "If they're going to separate us,' I said, 'why, they're going to, and that's that.' So I took a chance, and the first train I could get after I'd found somebody to look after the boy. When the but- ler told me Mr. Ridder'd be home around midnight, I figured my luck had changed. Of course, I never thought of a fake Ridder." There was no lll-wtB In her tone; only a faint amusement, succeeded, almost immediately, by desperate earnestness. "Well. that's my story." she said. "God only knows why I told you. I came out here to tell It, because I didn't think even that tough old bird would want to see his boy sent up for murder. Now--what do we do? Cable? I haven't got money enough; have you? I haven't got a lawyer, or a dollar to hire one. I haven't got a relative that ! know about, or a friend in the world. Just a sick kid at home, and a fellow I'm kind of strong for locked up in the Tombs." She lind asked, "What do we do?" "I haven't got money enough; have you?" Taken him into partnership; that's what she had. Into one of those natural, inevitable partnerships of peo- ple who have no one to whom they have the right to turn; the kinship of the poor, and despised, and out- cast. "I know a great lawyer," said the Duke. "A great criminal lawyer. I n~et him tonight. A fellow named Winslow." "Not Peter Wlnslow?" The Duke nodded. "Yes, he's great enough, but he'd never take my case." "He might take mine," the Duke mused, aloud. "We struck up quite ~1 Know a Great Lawyer," 8aid the Duke. a friendship. He offered to get me a job. Of course, that's all off, be- cause---" "Because why?" "Because be isn't going to do any- thing for me when he finds I'm a fake. Nobody is. when they know I'm not John Clarke Ridder. Jr." The Duke rose, slowly, and walked across the room. He was thinking hard. "Nobody is." he repeated, still more slowly, as he returned to the chair in which was sitting the wife of the real "'Jack" Ridder. "BUt why should they find out now?" The girl looked at him, wide-eyed. "I don't get you." "'It's easy," he answered, still slow. ly, and very deliberately. "People don't do anything for fakeS, or cast- offs accused of murder. They won't do anything for the real John Ridder. because he's broke and In disgrace. But they might do a lot for the fake John Rldder~If they didn't know he was a fake." "I guess I'm dumb," Peggy sal~ "hut still I don't get you." "Listen." He resumed his seat in the small chair opposite her. "You came ont to get old Jolm t Clarke to help you." -Yes." ~And he wasn't here." "No." (TO BE CONTINUED) | I I IIII II I Ill I III IIII I II Illlll Ill Illl I Filet Crocheted Set That's Fun to Do; Practical to Use on Favorite Chair ~ ,,, Have you ever noticed that the making the set; illustrations of It most comfortable chair in the room and of aft stltches used and material get~ the hardest wear? Then that's the one to protect, as you can so ea~- Uy with lovely filet crochet. 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