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SYNOPSIS
The Duke, a pleasant, likable youth
of twenty-three, Jobless and broke, en
ters an unoccupied summer home In
Southampton, seeking shelter from
terrific rain storm. He makes himself
at home. Six years ago his father had
died in China, leaving; the lad, Rarry
Gilbert, to fight his way hack to the
States. He did not recollect ever hav
ing had a mother. Dozing at the fire
side, he is startled by the arrival of
a butler, Willetts; a chauffeur, Evans: a
cook and a maid. He learns that the
son of the owner of the house, Jack
Ridder, whom the servants had never
seen, ts 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. Rar
ry pockets the money, intending to re
turn It later. He orders Evans to take
him to Montauk, intending to disappear
there. On the way he assists Judge
Hamhldge and his daughter. Patricia,
whose caV had broken down. Reliev
ing he is Jack Ridder, she Invites
him to dinner the following Thursday.
Rarry returns to Southampton, decid
ing to stay a bit longer.
CHAPTER II—Continued
He caught Mr. Crowell Inspecting
the tag sewn onto the back of bis
waistcoat. Well, that was all right,
and, of course, nothing could be
■wrong, when the trousers were to be
sent by parcel post to “John Clarke
Bidder, Jr." at Southampton. Before
the Duke departed, Mr. Crowell had
secured orders for a sack suit nnd
evening clothes. “Charge ’em to my
father,” the Duke said, and Mr. Cro
well answered. "Certainly, and I’ll let
you know when we’re ready to try on.’’
This procedure, nnd those following
at the haberdasher’s nnd the shoe
maker's, ruffled the Duke’s conscience
far less than the hundreddollar bill
had done. ‘‘I’ll pay It all back some
day,” lie thought, without asking him
self how.
On the return trip to Southampton,
It struck him that he’d got a pretty
extensive wardrobe for one dinner
party. “Well,’’ he argued, “suppose
I do stay a month. I might as well
ho hanged for a sheep as for a lamb,
and nothing much can happen before
my father’s return — unless the real
John Clarke Junior changes his mind
about writing to Bad Nauheim."
Of course, the Judge might write—
to felicitate the old man on having
made it up with Ids boy. What then?
That wouldn’t tell them that this
wasn’t the same boy. Still it might be
safer to hint to the Hamhldges that
the Bidders were going to wander
about a hit before arriving at their
destination.
The Duke leaned hack in the Long
Island Bnilwny's best parlor car, and
opened a newspaper he had bought
at the station. Almost Instantly, he
saw hts new friend’s name again. "Jef
ferson Street Condemnation Just An
other Grab," the headline ran. “Civic
Association Brands Proceedings Be
fore Judge llambldge as Bare faced
Loot of City Treasury.”
“They’re certainly making It hot for
him,” Barry mused.
He wouldn't have read the story,
but for its reference to the Judge.
Even so, he read It very casually.
Somebody wanted to turn a side street
into a boulevard. That involved buy
ing a lot of property. And the prop
erty owners weren’t willing to sell for
what the city was willing to pay, so
"condemnation proceedings had been
Instituted”—whatever they might be—
and Judge Humbidge was to tlx the
value of the ground and houses.
“Who really owns this property?”
the Civic association asked. The cor
poration that held title was an obvi
ous stalking-horse. It had been formed,
and had purchased the land, and
buildings, only a few months before
the beginning of municipal Interest In
Jefferson street. And it was demand
ing a million and a half for "a few
relies of a better day in this neigh
borhood that would have been dear at
half a million." Tammany's paw was
visible in the whole transaction, ac
cording to the Civic association, and
the impending decision called for
prompt action from Individuals and
organizations aware that Judge Ham
bldge was a Tammany judge.
“Prompt action?” Swell chance!
Who cared? Plainly, the tax payers
didn’t, and Barry wasn’t even a tax
payer. As a couple of million other
citizens were to do that evening, he
dismissed the whole matter from his
mind, and turned the page, looking
for a good murder.
Reaching home, he went straight to
the library.
The winter covers had been removed
from the furniture now, and the place
was bright and shining. The Italian
box had been tilled with cigars. Bend
ing over to get one, the Duke’s gaze
fell upon an envelope addressed to his
other self.
A radio message! His fingers stif
fened.
The Judge hadn’t waited to write.
Damn Marconi! Feverishly, he tore
open the wrapper.
"Just to let you know that 1 am
very happy stop couldn’t sleep last
night for thinking of you home at last
stop can't tell your father yet stop
please please try to spend summer In
such a way as to make reconciliation
possible stop praying for word on ar
rival stop God bless you and love.
“Mother.”
For once, the Duke didn’t grin.
“She didn’t care what It cost,” he
said, but there was no humor In that
comment. He was picturing a hur
ried, heart-hungry woman, slipping
furtively up to the wireless room, and
handing in this message herself, so
that no steward should unwittingly be
tray her. The first word she had been
able to smuggle to the boy in years.
“It’s been killing your mother,” the
Judge had said.
The Duke touched a button, and
Willetts came.
“Where’s Evans?"
"In the garage, sir. With his wife.”
"Ask him to run me down to the vil
lage. I want to send a telegram to
my mother.”
“I can telephone it, sir.”
"Thanks; I'd rather hand It In.”
“Very good, sir. The car’ll be here
In a minute or two, sir. And I’ll hold
dinner.”
Barry never thought any harder
than he did during that short ride.
What could he say that would make
his mother still happier, and yet mean
nothing If the message fell Into the
hands of that hard, old man?
In all probability, his father knew
the house had been opened. Must
know, since he had forbidden Evans
A Radio
Message! His
Stiffened.
Fingers
to hring his wife. Well, then, suppose
the telegram were signed "Willetts,”
but contained a reference that would
Identify the real sender—to her, and
to no one else?
“Radio received,” he wirelessed at
last. “Will do my best. Writing. Wil
letts.”
She would understand.
The reaction came after dinner.
“Maudlin, that’s what I am,” thought
the Duke. “Just because T get a mes
saged signed ‘Mother.’ The first one
I ever got.”
“Damn fool trick — sending that
wireless. Sooner or later, she’s going
to find out It was fake, nnd then what
good will I have done?”
Thursday’s dinner started off on the
wrong foot.
The Duke wore his new flannels and
his old gray coat. It was not a warm
evening, but he had nothing else to
wear. His father’s apparel was much
too tight.
He could see Patricia taking him In.
She was lovely in cherry-colored crepe
de chine, and the Judge immaculate
in black tie and dinner jacket. “You
said we could fight things out on the
tennis court,” the Duke apologized,
“and I’m afraid that stuck in my mind.
The truth is my luggage hasn’t turned
up, and I had to wear anything I
could find.”
“Y’ou should have worn a strip of
bunting, and brought boxing gloves,”
the Judge laughed. “If you and Pat
are going at It as you did at the club.”
“What would happen If we agreed
about anything?" asked Patricia.
“I’d be wrong, Miss Ilambidge; I’d
be wrong!"
The retort was no mone his own
than the shirt on his back, but he
was rewarded for It by an apprecia
tive flash in the girl’s eyes.
But they couldn’t agree.
How was it possible, the Duke asked
himself afterward, to be so fascinated
by a young woman who opposed his
every idea and utterance? And so—
well, so cockily. As though it amused
her to be irritating.
The girl chattered about everything.
llard-boiled. A modern, and proud
of it. Why should people be preud
of being “modern”; a state, like king-
ship, that you achieved merely by be
ing born? And, so far as modernity
was a point of view, why preen your
self because you didn't believe in any
thing except your own right to be
happy?
This girl had had no contact with
life. Walled about in a pleasant gar
den, she delivered herself of smart,
brittle opinions of conditions she had
never experienced, people she had nev
er seen. But you couldn’t help liking
her. And it began to be evident fhat
she liked him. “You’re different, at
least,” she said. “Different from any
other man I know. Really not a hit
like a rich man’s son.”
"I’ve been on my own a good while,”
he reminded her.
“Y'es,” she answered. “You’ve some
thing to talk about. When my set's
through with golf, bridge, the stock
market, and the night clubs, It's
through I”
Barry learned a good deal about his
adopted father that night. And, when
Patricia left them for a few minutes,
the Judge repeated, “He’s certainly no
sentimentalist—that gentleman. We’re
supposed to be friends, and his paper
goes on attacking me. The Civic as
sociation—that’s nothing on earth but
The Globe. And now they’re all at It.
Talking about my taking orders from
Tammany. Generally, it wouldn’t mat
ter, but this Jefferson street business
has got everybody so worked up, It’s
all a man’s career’s worth just to be
caught nodding to a District Leader.”
Barry nodded. “Did you ever speak
to the old man?”
“Just a few days before he left.
‘I'm running my newspaper for the
public,’ he said.”
“What’s the use of stopping one pa
per?” Patricia inquired, entering the
room. “The others would keep right
on. Did you ever read any of the
things they wrote about Abraham Lin
coln? Be a brave old gentleman, and
don’t let it bother you.”
She laughed, hut her eyes were very
tender as she laid her hands on the
Judge’s shoulders.
"That’s why I like her,” thought the
Duke. “Because I see what she’d be
if somebody scraped off the enamel.
She’s got the makings of some girl!”
It was after midnight when Barry
climbed Into his car, calling back, “Re
member, you’re dining with me next
Thursday!”
“You certainly took father out of
himself,” the girl had remarked to
him. “He’s been frightfully de
pressed.”
“Let’s see a lot of one another,”
the Duke had rejoined. “I’m lonely
as an oyster In a church stew. Why
not come to my place next Thursday?"
“All right. And we’re having house
guests over the following week-end.
The Winslows. My mother was Mrs.
Winslow’s sister. Peter’s a prominent
lawyer, and it won’t hurt you to know
him. And I’ve got an old school friend
coming from Boston. Will you dine
with us again that Friday?”
“I’ll board with you, if you ask me!”
Barry replied exuberantly. “But that
lets me out,” he vowed, on the way
borne. “This can’t go on forever. Some
thing’s sure to break, and I don’t want
it to break anywhere near that girl.
What she learns when I’m gone won’t
hurt either of us, but—Gosh—I’d hate
having to face her after she’d found
out the truth!”
However, Southampton was not only
ruining his “appetite for baked beans”;
it was ruining his taste for the open
road, and rough-necks.
Standing before the mirror, in fault
less evening dress, on Thursday, he
thought the thing out. “If I can’t get
a white-collar job with these clothes,
and the new feeling tills thing has
given me, I’m a wash-out. I’d like to
make good now. Darned if I know
why, but I would!”
He made up his mind to go to town
tiie next day, and have another try at
it. “I’ll take a shot at the movie stu
dios,” lie said. “There ought to be
something in heroes for a young fel
low who looks like that.”
He was still contemplating himself
in the glass, wifli a view to his picture
possibilities, when the Elambidges ar
rived.
On the whole, it was a very suc
cessful evening. The Judge seemed
even more worried than he had been
a week before, but Barry’s good hu
mor was irresistible. Patricia had
asked about ills experience in Florida,
and he found himself combining pure
ly imaginary adventures there with
anecdotes of park benches and the
flop house in New York. He told of
arriving, penniless at Southampton
and of the providential hundred-dollar
bill that came addressed to his mother.
Truth and fiction blended so wonder
fully, and seemed so real.
The Hambidges went home early,
n much better spirits than thev
but
had brought with them, and Patricia
paused at the door to remind him of
their engagement for the following
Friday. “You’ll have to come the week
after that, too,” she said. “My Bos
ton friend can’t get here next week,
and site’s especially anxious to meet
you.”
Patricia must have written about
him, then. By Golly, he would get
that job—if only to show her that he
could do something better than dance.
It was twenty minutes later before
the Duke realized suddenly that the
exigencies of the situation weren’t go
ing to allow his showing Pat anything
but a clean pair of heels.
Barry’s first two days in town were
fruitless. There weren’t many studios
in New York, and they didn’t seem to
be doing much. “Acting isn’t a man’s
job, anyway,” said' the Duke. “Paint
ing your face, and putting a feather
in your hat! I m going to look over
the ‘Business Opportunities’ in the
newspapers.”
Most of them were opportunities to
part with a little money. But Barry
didn’t give up hope.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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