The Syracuse Journal, Volume 28, Number 52, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 23 April 1936 — Page 8

Synthetic Gentleman By Channing Pollock CSOSrisM. Cheerier PtoUoek WNVServfc*.

SYNOPSIS Th* Duke, Barry Gilbert, likable youth of twenty-three, joblee* and broke, enters an unoccupied euiumer home in ‘Southampton, eeekinc shelter from a storm. He make* himself at home. Dosin* at the fireplace, he is startled by the arrival of a butler, Willetts; and a chauffeur, Evane. He learns that the eon of the owner of the house. Jack Ridder, whom th* servant* had never seen, is expected. He decide* to bluff It out. Hl*, supposed parent* have left for Germany. Next mornln* ho l» elven a letter for hl* "mother." He open* it , and find* a message from the real Jack, eayln* he could not come, and returnin* a hundred-dollar bill. The boy"* father had pensioned him into obacurity. Barry pocket* th* money, tntendln* to return it later. He orders Evans to take him to Montauk, Intendln* to disappear there. On the war he meets Judge Hambid** and hi* daughter. Patricia. Believing he I* Jack Ridder, she invite* him to dinner the following Thursday. Barry returns to Southampton, deciding to stay a bit longer. Mr. Ridder, Sr., through his newspaper, th* Globe, accuse* Judge Hambldg* of taking order* from Tammany Hail in a condemnation proceeding. Barry meet* P*t*r Winslow, prominent attorney. Winslow tellr Barry that Judge Hambidce had seen an accident In which a woman was killed by a taxicab. At home Barry find* th* wife of the real Jack Ridder awaiting him. Her husband I* In jail In New York, charged with the murd«r of Mike Kelly, Tammany boa*. CHAPTER lll—Continued Everything about the girl waa a contradiction, the Duke thought Hard, and yet soft, with her steely eyes, and her quivering lipa. Her English was rather better than fairly good, and yet the could gay, “He's a tough guy —that bird!" Beaded eye-lashes, and “a little boy.” A chorus girl who believed In her husband, and came an hundred miles through the night to help him. A philosopher, the Duke, as we have seen, and be found himself musing. "Is anyone black or white? Aren't we all contradictions —kind of a dirty gray?" "Go on,’’ he said. •Well, Jaek was getting this fifty from the old man’s lawyer—when I met 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. Til marry you,’ 1 told him, ’but not white you're loafing around on money yon get from a guy that's ashamed of you. I want a home,’ I said. ‘and a husband I can res|»ect. You get a Job, and I’ll marry you.’" "Did he?’’ "Yea, be 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 make Jay Roger* mean something, and then we’re going back and talk turkey to the old man.' We had a swell little home, and the kid came, and he’s swell, too. And then, all at once, the boom busted right in our face, and the hotel closed, and we beat It back to New York. S*yf what am I telling you thio for?” "Go on." "Well, the next chapter’s the same old story. No money. No job. Tramping the streets, looking for work. Know what that’s like?" •I Invented It," said the Duke. "Well, then, you know. Things kept happening. The boy got sick, and the people we rented the room from threatened to put ns out, and I guess Jack couldn't stand It So he went to see hls mother—without telling me. He didn't tell her about me, either. "The old lady gave him a hundred books, and invited him down here. 1 ffon't know what else happened, because I was so mad he didn't dare tell me. Proud? Well, partly, but I guess the truth Is 1 was scared they'd separate us. Anyway, I made him send the money back. What're we going to do?* he said. ’Let the kid starve? I esn’t get work.’ ’No,’ I answered, ’but maybe I can. I'm a good hoofer, if I do say It mjrself, and there’s worse-look-ing girl* In a lot of shows. "Well, there wasn’t an A born show In town. Or any other regular show that wanted me. 8o last Monday I landed in a Joint, called The Cocoanut Bar. One of those place* where you get a ten-course dinner and a revue for two dollars, and both of ’em rotten. Salad without dressing, and you don't care because the show girl* ar* the same way. Tough spot—The Cocoanut Bar—but I wasn't choosey last Monday." "So, then. Jack was mad." "Plenty. He’d been promised a place as elevator man In Brooklyn, but we couldn’t wait for that You can be a* straight In a cabaret aa you can in a convent. If you want to do. Oh. well—last night, Mike Kelly came In. About right o’clock. With two strongana guy*. I knew him right away, because he was five week* at the hotel where Jaek worked In Palm Beach. And he sat down, and sent for the boas—Luis Morano, th* boa* is—and they bad a stiff pow-wow. Morano waa sore aU through when he came back where th* dressing rooms are. And then w* swung into a number, called Tickle Me.’ The girls go up to the men, in that number, and paw ’em a good deal. And, la th* middle of this pawing. Kelly jump* up, and yells that I've tried to pick hi* pocket Fd really Just got to him, a* another girt left, but he grabbed my arm, and shouted so you could have heard him In Harlem. Lai* r»a over, and th* bouncer brought a cop, and • crowd gathered. "Kslly’d been drinking i lot Toe can’t get away with that!’ he kept yelling at Morano. TU send this girt lulftod snd y&ci to I “•Trot nothing to do with it’ Lui* named, don't m know this girt, ym only cam* Monday, tart that

“Well, the end of it was that I walked out with the cop. I’d’ve been In the lock-up yet, only there was a decent yoang fellow on the desk at the station house. He let me go on my promise to return if I was wanted, there being nd one there to sign the complaint" While she talked, the Duke was thinking. Astonishing things had happened, and went on happening. Were astonishing things always happening, everywhere? And did they come, about as quietly as this; as much as though they were the commonplaces of dally routine? . "You’ve walked Into a pretty mess," the girl bad said. But after all it wasn't hls mess. So far as he was concerned, the game was up. He had made full and complete confession to this girl, without a moment’s hesitation. Firstly, because the game was up, anyway, and, secondly, because it had seemed the right moment for laying cards on the table. He had asked to see her hand, and he couldn’t expect to do that without showing his own. Without Inspiring her confidence. Why did he want to Inspire her confidence? What was her story to him? Why should he care what happened to a woman he had never seen —ln Bad Nauheim? But, .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 thia And the old man’s. ’The doctor says any shock might prove serious. One false step on your part. If be knew, would end everything forever. And he would know. 11l as he is, he still has his newspaper sent 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, who had wanted a home and a man she could respect. Patricia? 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 r 7 « r HlsOi m. 1 - -=-i leej' *1 Know a Great Lawyer," Said th* Duke. be had known, too, that ’ his caring wasn’t going to come to anything; Even If bis luck had held, you couldn't marry a girl 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 difference"—with 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 hls letter atNauhelm. “You’ve got your nerve," Peggy O'Day had said. “Well, that's what we need now.” And, as he listened, Barry was more and more compelled to agree with her. o “We got home around half past ten o’clock." the girl bad been saying, “and Jack was wild when he saw the cop, and beard th* story. TU be back for you tomorrow,’ the cop said, •and you’d better behere. This department take* it* orders from Mike Kelly, and don't you forget that’ * Tin going to see Mik* Kelly,’ Jack say*. *1 knew him pretty well in Palm Beach. And I know where he Uvea. 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 an old play 1 was in once. The hour has struck, and I am here.* Jack was all-a-tremble. The son of a seacook!' be say*. The dirty skunk! I’ll get that guy some day!’ “'Wouldn’t he see you?’ I asked. “’Sure, be saw me,’ Jack said. The butler brought me right Id—a Jap. or a Filipino, or something. Kelly'd been drinking, and be waa drinking more— In the dining room. He came In to me, in the drawing room, though, and shut th* doors behind him. The Jap —or the Filipino. came tn after, with a bottle of Scotch whiskey, and two glasses, and Mike kept on drinking. I had oue with him. He waa ple*s ant enough to start with. The triephone rang In the hall, and he apologised tor going out to answer It When he cam* back, ’“YouH have to mak* it snappy,"’ he says. ’Tv* got an important conference here In a tow minutes.* * *”8o then t told him about you, and he went nutty. •‘•Site's a damned Uttls thief 1" te yfißsfl. "““She’S my wife," I answered. ••"Tour witol" be said. "Yea and Uwi anybody's wtto that wants

•’“Don't*say that" I asked him. •‘TTI say anything I damn please!" he shouted. "Who the hell are you, telling me what to say? A guy living off a girl at Spanish Luis Morano's! Well, I don’t give a damn who you live off, but when Luis sics ’em on to lifting stuff out o’ my pocket they got the wrong bird! This dame's going to jail tomorrow, and l’m going to headquarters myself to be sure she does go I Now, get out I” he says.’ "Well, of course. Jack loses his temper. They yelled at each other a tow minutes, and then Jack says he calmed down. ’“Listed,’” he says, as quietly as I’m talking now. ”’I don’t amount to much, and I 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 help me!"’ “And, with that he flounces out of the house. “’Did you bang the doorY I asked, trying to make him laugh. “‘I banged both of ’em,’ he answered. The door from the drawing room into the hall, and the front door. I mean what I said, too. If you're arrested tomorrow—’” She paused for a moment and slumped back Into her chair, as though completely exhausted. "You'll find the rest in the paper," she concluded. ‘The cops picked him up about three o’clock this 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 why 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 minute for pride, or anything. ’lf 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 butler told me Mr. Rldder'd be home around midnight, I figured my luck had changed. Os course, I never thought of a fake Ridder.” There was no ill-will In her tone; only a faint amusement, succeeded, almost immediately, by desperate earnestness. "Well, that’s my story,” she said. “God only knows why l told you. 1 came out here to tell it, because I didn't think even that tough-old bird would want to see hls boy sent up tor 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 I 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 had asked, “What do we do?” T haven't got money enough; have you?” Taken him Into partnership; that’s what she had. Into one of natural, inevitable partnerships of people who have no one to whom they have the right to turn; the kinship of the poor, and despised, and outcast “I know a great lawyer," said the Duke. "A great criminal lawyer. I met him tonight A fellow named Winslow.” "Not Peter Winslow?" 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 a friendship. He offered to get me a Job. Os course, that’s all off, because—” ' "Because whyF “Because he isn’t going to do anything 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 ia," 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 slowly, and very deliberately. “People don’t do anything for fakes, or castoffs 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 tor the fake John Ridder—if they didn’t know he waa a fake" "I guess I’u> dumb," Peggy said, “but still I don't get you." “Listen." He resumed bis sent In th* small chair opposite her. “You came out to get old John Clarke to help you." “Ye*." “And he wasn’t her*.” "N<k” (TO BE CONTINUED) ExploiU of B«Uo Boyd Belle Boyd, Confederate spy la the Civil war, waa but seventeen when aer exploits began. During the next two years she made use of opportunities in her. home towns of Martinsburg and Front Royal. Va„ for gathering Information on Union activities, unsuspected, and conveying it to Stonewall Jackson. She was twice arrested •nd imprisoned, but each time soon released. In 18® she escaped to England. where she went on the stag*. Subsequently she played In New York and In stock companies in the Ohio and Mississippi Taney*. Fortune Teffing OH Fortune telling, in its many forma, is as old as mankind. Much of it is harmless, people, Just for amusement, handing out a tow nickels for palm reading, or crystal gazing or what not However, investigation discloses that innocent persons are mulcted of teas of thousands of doßara yearly by psyehoogical fakers who make innumerable ggff which csn !* no h.

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Uu uvw« U* Q JJZTWWWHHI UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY I chool Lesson By RKV. P. B. FITZWATKR. D. D w Member of Faculty. Moody Bible Institute of Chlewo. • Western Newapauor Union. Lesson for April 26 JESUB LOOKS AT WEALTH AND POVERTY LESSON TEXT—Luke GOLDEN TEXT—The rich end poor meet together: the Lord is the maker of them alL—Proverb* 11: J. PRIMARY TOPIC—JeeuW Story of a Beggar Man. JUNIOR TOPlC—Which Wu the Rich Man? INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPICr-What Money Cannot Buy. YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC—How Can We Make Our Social Order Christian? The topic as given by the Lesson committee is hardly a fair statement The supreme message is the presentation of contrasted lives and destinies as expressed through the accidents of wealth and poverty. Lazarus was not entitled to heaven because he was poor, neither did the rich man reach the place of torment because he was rich. In this lesson two worlds are unveiled before us, disclosing extremes of character and conditions of persons. In this world we see a rich man reveling in luxury and a poor man in sore affliction begging at the rich man’s gate. In the other world we see the same men in reversed positions. These lives were intended to be representlve. It is not a picture of two men In the remote past, but of men who live before ns every day. I. The Contrasted Lives (w. 19-21). 1. The rich man (v. 19). He seeems to have lived In a mansion secluded from the common people. He was clothed In costly raiment He was served the richest food that could be provided. Hls sin was selfishly to Indulge Lis appetites without consideration for other* 2- The beggar (vv. 20, 21). He was laid at the rich man’s gate with the hope of getting at least the crumbs from his table. The rich man gave him no consideration. The dogs of the street were more kind to him than the rich man. Though destitute and helpless, the man's name is most suggestive. “Lazarus" means “God is a help,” Indicating that a godly life shone through hls poverty. Worldly condition Is not a sure test of a man's position in the sight of God. All rich men are not wicked and selfish, neither are all poor men godly. 11. Their Contrasted Deaths and Burial* (v. 22). 1. The beggar. He was found dead and bis body was hurried off to a pauper’s grave. No notice was taken of hls death by the world. Doubtless the only loss to the world was that he was no longer to be seen at the rich man’s gate. 2. The rich man. He also died. His gold could not bribe the messenger of death. Doubtless a costly funeral was held, attended by those who moved In hls social class, the officiating priest pronouncing great eulogies over him. HI. Their Contrasted Destinies (v. 23). 1. Tbs beggar. He was at once carried by the angels Into Abraham’s bosom. Te souls of believers are especially cared tor at the hour of death (PhlL 1:23). They go immediately to be with the Lord. 2. The rich man. Though he had an elaborate burial, be lifted up hls eyes In hell being In torment When the veil of futurity is lifted, we see the positions of these men are reversed. The poor man Is in the company of just men made perfect because of hls life ot godliness on the earth, and the rich iffhn Is stripped of hls purple and fine linen and cast into hell with all wicked men, because while on earth he lived only tor selfish ends. IV. The Reality and Fixedness of Life Beyond the Grave (vy. 24-31). 1. The cry for mercy (v. 24). Dives, which Is the Latin name for “rich man," was now wliUtjg to claim relationship |to Abraham. He was keenly conscious and the appetites which controlled him while on earth were still with him. Part of the torment of hell will be the cravings of appetite and lust with no means of their gratification. 2. Abraham’s reply (». 25). This reply cast the matter back upon the man's memory. He said, “Son, remember.” The lashings of a guilty conscience will be most real in hell. Then will the lost remember the cause which led to their awful destiny. 3. Their fixedness. Human destinies are fixed during this life. When one passes out of this life he enters into a state and condition unchangeable. 4. God's Word is the all-sufficient light (vt. 27-31). Dives now requested that Ijtvarus go on an errand of mercy to hls brethren. He regarded the testimony of a spirit of more value than the Word of God. Many today are more willing to trust the rappings of a ghost than the sure Word of God. Abraham declared that God’s Word is sufficient, that those who rejected Moses and the prophets would not re- s pent though visited by one who had risen from the dead. Crown of All Knowledge Man's nature is not a Ue. Man la not the orphan heir of the universe. Hls deepest need and sublimest instinct* la not a fond vain yearning after an Idol of Imagination— a colossal reflection of himself tn the infinite void. The uncounted millions of human spirits are not fatherless; nor Is human life an eternal drifting nowhence, no-whither, without chart or harbor, sun or star. The universe Is not a riddle without an answer, a languag* without meaning, a soulless dance of atoms, a dream-mist overhanging the abyss of the unknowable. It ia a glorious semi-transparent veil, half hiding, half revealing the face of th* lHter, the Ruler, tte Father. God is, and has revealed himself to nan; knowledge sd Mm Is the crown of all knowledge; hls love the supreme good; our relation to him. th* it inda v* tkdMF® aaffUß

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Is Bible Reading Champ; Holds Record of 125 Times The story of the Bible Is one that never grows old to Mrs. Kibble Comer, eighty-nine, of Sherman, Texas. In 78 years of steady reading she has read the New Testament 125 times, the Old Testament, 63. She started her Bible reading at the age of twelve, when Illness kept her from attending a church rally, but illness since then has seldom inter* rupted her favorite pastime. “We had no Sunday s school literature when I was a girl," she said. “We just memorized five or six chapters of the Bible each week." At fifteen she had memorized half the New Testament She believes the present generation is not as faithful to Bible teachings as hers. Thrso’* a Crowd Columbia professor says short, thick, rotund persons are of an “easily adjustable nature.” Ever try t* adjust three of them Into the driver’s seat?—Louisville Courier-Journal.