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Be Sure to Begin the Neio Serial With Today’s Installment
BROADWAY JONES ’ 1
Based on George M. Cohan’s Great Play Now Running in New York
(Copyright, 1912, by George M. Cohan.)
By BERTRAND BABCOCK.
PART I.
IN the largest, but at the same time
the most secluded of the private din
ing rooms of Speary’s, "Breadway"
Jones was giving one of his celebrated
"dinners with a punch."
The preparations had been most elab
orate and the precautions equally care
fully made. The costly Venetian mir- |
rors, which had reflected manj a smiling,
even manj a leering face, had been re
moved from the walls, and their places
taken by cheaper ones of American-made
glass. But as most of these mirrors were
to be seen but dimly as vistas through
tiny forests of maidenhair ferns, glowing
srnllax and potted plants, the substitu
tion was more real than apparent.
It was to such far-sighted vision and
psychological penetration that Henri
Speary owed the comfortable fortune
that had followed the spreading of the
knowledge through Manhattan that at
Speary’s “one could enjoy one's self and
even be—a little—boisterous.”
"A leetle rough house.” confided M.
Henri to his head waiter, "a leetle rough
house, but without waste.”
So it was that li:e supper or dinner
parties whose members wished to shatter
M. Henri's mirrors did so without other
consequences than that the astute res
taurateur added to their bill the cost
ot the Venetian glass which had reposed
during the storm in bls store rooms.
A TYPICAL COMPANY.
The company which this night had
seemed to M. Henri to warrant rhe sub
stitution of the mirrors was typical of the j
larger body which in live years had made I
Jackson Jones "Broadway." About each
of these gilded youths who seek the
fountain of life beneath the lights of the
serpent way there clusters and circles a
myriad of human Insects, some with the
beauty of the butterfly, some with the
I annoyance of the plain bouse fly, and
I some with the sting of the mosquito.
So tonight it was as though eacli of
these elements of the life the youth of
25 known ar '‘Broadway” chose, had
selected its delegation to represent It at
the "dinner with the punch.” “Broad
way” himself would have told you that
he knew every actor, every chorus girl,
every newsboy, and every wine agent on
Broadway. He had bought the knowledge
and the acquaintance with the only coin
current on the thoroughfare. So repre
sentatives of some of these castes were
in Speary's. But there were also pres
ent certain of those whose position is un
defined—amphibians—half in the pool of
Bohepiia and half on the dry land of a
: more regular society. There were in
j the private room, too, certain of the real
| friends of the youth whose cut was car
ried :n stock in all the newspaper of
, flees which delighted in “white light”
"stories.”
One of the latter, Bob Wallace, a young
advertising man, sat next to the malicious
| Mrs. Presbrey, and smiled slightly at her
cutting remarks, without more than oc
casionally replying to them.
"I wonder what the particular punch is
I which will finish this dinner," said Mrs.
j Presbrey. "You remember last time it
was ginrikishaws filled with champagne,
in which the men wheeled the women
down I* if th avenue at 6 o’clock in the
morning."
SURE TO BE STARTLING.
“Depend upon it.” said Wallace, good
naturedly. "it will be something equally
if not mores tartlir.g. Do you see how
thoughtful Broadway is? He’s meditat
ing something."
Mrs. Presbrey looked, and it was as
Y allace had said. The head crowned
with darkly yellow hair was slightly
bowed and about the alert, rather Celtic,
features of the youth credited in the
■ newspapers with the squandering of mil
lions, there was a gleam, accentuated by
a smile which an alert novelist might
have called sad.
But if Broadway Jones' head was low
ered his eyes were observant enough. In
them was a depth of calculation, a little
resentment and again a settled determina
tion. From the little table at which he
sal with live or six babblers he was look
ing across to another small table at
which the most striking figure was a
woman. Mrs. Beatrice (James) Gerard
was no longer young. She might very
well have indeed passed for a very eld
erly mother of Broadway, but she was a
; widow, and it was said that she had In
herited at least three millions from each
of her three husbands. Upon her cheek
was a scar which malice, said had been
made when she was undiplomatic enough
to interrupt with a hatpin the saving of
1 the last of her husbands.
But despite the scar Mrs. Gerard's
money was perfee, ly genuine and she did
not lack for friends and even a sort ot
standing in the circle which she was af
fecting al the present moment.
It was a: Mrs. Gerard that Broadway
I was staving with one hand partly thrust
i into his lower waistcoat pocket. Broad-
I wa.\ waved aside a sort of resolve he had
l formed while to himself he mumbled:
"If she were live divorce would have
|conn- into the world with Adam."
A PERTINENT NOTE.
But Mrs. Gerard apparently was not
aware of the continued scrutiny of the
youth, for in a moment more a waller
handed him a note In her cramped and
angular fist. He read:
"Why do you stare at me so?
"BEATRICE GERA RD.”
"One moment," said Jones to the waiter
while he hung over the note with eyes
that seemed about to bulge from their
sockets as the overwhelming force on an
Idea which had cofhe to him. From the
richly embossed menu, a copy of which
every' guest had found at his plate, he
tore a partially blank page. He wrote:
"Because I love you.
"BROADWAY ”
As he watched the man glide back to
the place In the rear of Mrs. Gerard’s
chair he was visibly agitated. His hands
trembled, his foot nervously tapped the
floor and great drops of perspiration stood
out on his forehead. It did not seem the
agitation of the lover, but rather that of
a man who has staked all that he has
and much that he has not on the turn of
a card. But the dinner had nearly ap
proached the "case" stage, and his com
panions at table engrossed in champagne
and flirtation had no eyes tor him at. that
moment
11. so* io* di* ini:.* lead Ids note., then
put not aged, withered hand over iter
, eye- Then lie didn't dire look II
I r* i nied an age before te»e waiter returned
and laid at his elbow a scrap of paper. J
folded fantastically, even coquettishly. He ;
saw in trembling wavery characters:
"I love you. too. BEATRICE."
With an apprehensive face that 111 ac- 1
corded with the fervor of his pencil he
answered:
"Not as much as I love you."
His communication brought him from
that far away table a sickly smile, a
I death's head symphony of age giddy with
I the emotions of youth. For a moment his
eyes fell beneath it, then with lists c’ench-
I ed so that nails cut into the palms cf his
hands he met it and smiled in his turn.
The next communication from the aging
goddess via the waiter route was:
"Will you marry me*” BEATRICE.
Almost upsetting the table Broadway
leaped to his feet. Some champagne
glasses did indeed roll in fragments on the
floor. The while every eye in the room
was turned upon him, and every retina
there recorded his swift emphatic down
ward gesture of the arm, he shouted:
"Yes.”
Instantly the room was filled with the I
clamor of many voices speaking at once
—each to its neighbor.
"The punch at last," said Mrs. Pres
brey.
Then she looked for young Wallace,
but he hau vanished some moments be
fore.
There succeeded silence as profound as
the babel had been vigorous a moment
before Expectation was written on
every face. Out of the silence arose a
woman’s voice, the high-pitched tremu
lous falsetto tone of Mrs. Gerard, who
was halt on her feet.
"I feel just like a little twittering bird
in the tree top,” she cried, and then fell
over backward to the floor apparently in
a dead swoon.
Swift were the rescuers. Nine millions
of dollars in a woman's hands may have
! wings, but while it lasts it also puts
I wings to the feet of others. Women
rushed to Mrs. Gerard, men tried to
push past them, tome one called for a
physician, others for brandy, while still
others, sodden with wine, stood agitated
ly at their chairs, and then drank the
dregs from their glasses, there seeming
nothing else to de.
But If the feet of some of the diners
| Fad wings. those of Broadway Jones
i seemed planted in twin automobiles of
i greatest horsepower. Through the press
I of men and women he passed without ap
! parent effort. It was his hand which
I raised Mrs. Gerard's head from the floor,
his knee upon which it was pillowed,
while he placed smelling salts beneath
the woman’s slightly tinted nose.
"It was so sudden, poor dear,” he said,
with just the slightest hint of his old
i humor in Ijis eyes, and would not say
more.
A doctor augmented without displacing
j the youth, who still supported Mrs. Ger
. ard. Soon she opened her eyes. Broad
i way Jones’ mind had phrased the words
I before her lips uttered them,
"Where a>n T?” she murmured.
As best he could from his half-squat
' ting position on the floor, he put his
young amis about the angular time
; gouged form.
; j "Here, dearest, In my arms, safe where
■ | you belong, little Beatrice," lie said, so
. I that an ever-widening circle about him
: heard and repeated to those on the out-
i skirts.
There was again a merciful interval
, which was. hidden by the outspread skirts
of the women. Then, finally. Mrs. Ger
ard was led to her place, while, calm and
alert, at her side stood Broadway Jones,
waiting for order tp be restored.
In response to his gestures the com
pany found, if r.ot their old seats, nev.
ones, which they drew as near to Mrs.
I Gerard's table as possible.
, Then, at last. Broadway spread out his
I arms in a gesture for silence. Il - got it
immediately. He sat down and a young
lawyer, a friend, tool: his place.
"My friends,” said he, "we have seen
' many things together, have shared many
experiences. Now, we're going to share
a great happiness. Our guest, I may
well say, cur guest of honor. ?>lrs. Gerard,
begs to announce her engagement to
marry Mr. Jackson Jones."
At first there was only an astonished
ripple, to be succeeded a moment later
by bursts of laughter. This in its turn
was followed by a blending of softer
merriment, the mingling of congratula
tions and polite sprightliness, when peo
ple began to reflect that after all this
might be one of those “punches” with
which the name of Broadway Jones had
been associated.
But merriment unbounded returned
when from the fur end of the room came
a piece of the grotesque, from which
even the most thoughtless might have
drawn a sinister shade. A white-haired
man, with a champagne glass in his hand,
arise and waved it aloft. He was recog
nized as an intimate of the Gerard fam
ily, and of the age precisely of Mrs. Ger
ard’s second husband—that Is to say, of
her own age. His hoary head brought
into striking relief the grea> difference
in the ages of the pair whose "happi
ness" had just been announced.
"A health to the bride! A health to
the bride!" he shouted.
Then at a signal troni him. repeated
by the pallid Broadway Jones, files of:
waiters swiftly appeared with great mag- !
nums of champagne, cooled in huge sil- |
ver pails. I nder the deft «ffor' of the
serving men. tb< foaming wine flowed in .
unrestrained rivers.
Then began the maddest period of the i
i night, which justified all of the precau
tions of M. Henri. L'jwtn an improvised
dais, made by heaping chairs upon chairs
and covering all with Orient,-.! rugs, they
set Broadway Jones and his antique
divinity, while they crowned them with
chaplets made from the flowery table dec
orations.
It was a season of hilarious frenzy,
and as gradually the torrents and cas
cades of wine swept away the coherence
of speech, words lost their meaning,
their sound, and became merely so many
laughs, so that In the end the chief sign
of merriment Issued alone from every
mouth. These, uniting, became but a
single vibration which made to tremble
the window panes, and seemed to send out
over the city an Intangible, menacing ra
rllatlon whose root was not in sanity.
CASTOR IA
For Infant* and Children.
The Kind You Have Always Bought
I It was 5 o’clock in the morning when
twenty grave but unsteady-legged youths,
whistling the wedding march from Do-
I hengrin, escorted to his house Broad
| way Jones, still crowned with flowers and
i weeping and laughing convulsively in
’turn.
A FRIEND’S EFFORT.
Close to the hour at which Robert Wal
lace had left Broadway's dinner, a cer
tain astute personage connected with
Speary's. but whoso official title was [
not "press agent.” had gone to one of .
Speary’s telephones. lie had called six or
seven numbers, among them 2000 Beek
man. 1000 Beekman and 2200 Beekman.
Soon after his series of conversations,
several keen-eyed young men were watch
ing the scene in the private dining room
from corners of hallways and balconies.
So it was that the next morning Wal
lace, in an idle moment aftbr closing a
contract, read a fairly accurate account
of what had occurred at the now famous
l dinner after he had left. Long as he
| had known Broadway Jones, the "stories"
astounded him. Like jnan.v of the guests
of the previous night, lie had thought
that here was merely another of the
famous "punches." The next moment he
had put the joking possibilities aside and
was certain that Broadway was out of
his senses. He finished by not knowing
what to think and took the subway to
the house which Jones had rented at
the commencement of making his name.
Rankin, the butler, had read the pa
pers, too, but he had little to add to
what Wallace already knew. He had ad
mitted Jones in the morning and had
been told that as the day* was Thursday
Broadway was not be called until Satur
day.
Wallace sent Rankin to his master.
The butler reported back that he had
aroused Broadway, the latter had called
for the newspapers and a whisky sour,
and was even then dressing.
While in a bitter state of mind. Wal
lace sat waiting, there was an agitated
ring of the doorbell.
“If it’s a newspaper reporter, tell him
that Mr. Jones is out of town,” ordered
Wallace.
MRS. GERARD CALLS.
A tew moments later Mrs. Gerard
pushed past Rankin Into the room, few
tracts of the previous evening upon her
heavily rouged cheeks.
'Tell Mr. Jones I’m here and waltin
to take him for a spin through the park,
she said to the butler. "Say to him that
it’s a glorious morning.”
Then, seeing Wallace sitting gloomily
in his chair, she wished him "Good
morning!" to which he responded shortly
and gloomily.
“You didn’t wait for the announce
ment las; night.’’ said she. "'What do you
think of it?” Then, as he didn’t reply,
"I say. what do you think of our en
gagement?”
"What do you think of it?” caustically.
Again came the high falsetto which
Mrs. Gerard haxl used on the previous
evening, as emotion of any sort seemed
: to send her voice squeaking into an up
per register one that showed the wear
of age.
"I’m the happiest girl in New York,”
she piped.
At his biting burst of laughter, she
drew herself up. but he assured her that
his mirth was caused by "something
that hopuened years ago.” She was re
lieved, a.s "mother always called her a
silly child."
"Tour mother! Is your mother still
alive?” burst from him in astonishment.
“Why, of course,” answered Mrs. Ger
ard. “She had ten children five boys
and live girls. I'm the youngest of the
girls. The baby, they always called me.”
"I suppose most of the boys are till
going to school?” satirically.
“Oh, no; they are all married.”
A QUESTION OF AGE.
"Foolish youngsters.”
"Oh. I don't know! 1 married my first
husband when I was eighteen. That's
twenty long years ago.”
Mrs. Gerard had said this bravely, but
there was an astounded pause on the
part of YYallace, at the end of which
hp exclaimed:
“You don’t mean to tell me that
you're- ”
Site put one withered finger to her ai -
tiftcially reddened lips.
“Sh!” she almost whispered. "That's
only between us. I don't tell my age to
every one. How old are you, Mr. Wal
lace?”
Not a muscle of his face moved as he
replied:
“I'll be twelve In October."
A bewildered look crossed the old rose,
fatuous face of the triple widow. Final
ly she laughed.
“Oh. 1 see.” she said, "you want me
to add about twenty to that.”
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