Synthetic Gentleman
By Channing Pollock
Copyright. Churning Pollock
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SYNOPSIS
Ths Duke, a pleasant, likable youth
?( twenty-three, jobless and broke, en
ters an unoccupied summer home In
Southampton, seeking: shelter from a
terrific rain storm. He makes himself
at home. 81x years ago his father had
41ed in China, leaving the lad, Barry
Gilbert, to fight his way back to the
States. He did not recollect ever hav
ing had a mother. Dosing 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
Bidder, 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 disappear
there. On the way he assists Judge
Hambidge and his daughter, Patricia,
whose car had broken down. Believ
ing he is Jack Ridder. she invites
him to dinner the following Thursday.
Barry returns to Southampton, decid
ing to stay a bit longer. Mr. Bidder,
Sr., through his newspaper, the Globe,
accuses Judge Hambidge of taking or
ders from Tammany Hall In a con
demnation proceeding.
^ CHAPTER II? Continued
? 5 ?
On Wednesday ? eighteen 4ays after
his advent at Southampton ? the Doke
got a letter from Mrs. Ridder.
"My Own Dear Boy: I write this as
we are leaving Cherbourg, and shall
try to post It at Southampton. How I
wish it were our Southampton, and that
I were about to see yoxgjfi Your radio
message arrived duly. I understood, of
course, and It made me happier than I
have been in years. Don't laugh, but
I have slept with it under my pillow.
Think how long it has been since I
have had any word from you, save for
that hurried, worried talk at the hotel.
I wanted to write you at once, but
It has been hard to get a minute away
from your father. He really is very ill,
and a little Irritable, and the doctor
says any shock might prove serious.
Of course, I want to tell him about you,
but perhaps Irs as well that I can't
just yet. We shall be away until the
end of July, at least, and perhaps long
er. By that time, I shall have had such
good news of you as will enable me to
win him over. He does care for you,
dear. As much as I do. Perhaps more,
and that is why his pride has been
hurt, and he has seemed so hard.
I do hope you have given up drink
ing. That has been your real enemy.
And I do hope you will find work.
Nothing else will go so far in persuad
ing your father. And we must per
suade him soon. He must change his
will. It isn't the money I'm thinking
of so much as its bitterness. 1 could
bear your being 'cut off,' but I have
begged him for years to take out the
paragraph forbidding me to help you,
and giving his reasons why. I shall
never forget the night he read me that.
He has taken care of the household ex
pensesmt Southampton. (Did 1 tell you
that we were going to open the place,
anyway? We've had Willetts ever
since we've had the house, and our
agreement is that his winter lay-off
Isn't to last over six months.) Your
lather gave him his check when he
came to the hotel the morning we
sailed, and will send him one every
month, to pay servants, etc. I am en
closing another hundred dollars for you.
Cash, because my bank account's rath
er low now. That's all, except that I
am counting the days to your letter at
Nauheim. It's perfectly safe to write
me there, as I shall arrange with the
porter. I want that letter, dear. You
can never know how much I've wanted
it, and how long, and how I pray that
nothing may happen now. One false
step on your part ? one foolish exploit
like that at college ? if he knew,
would end everything forever. And he
would know. Ill as he is, he still has
his newspaper sent him, and be still
reads every word.
If I seem over-anxious, you will un
derstand. You are almost all 1 have.
Mother.
tr. H. jjon l ran 10 write.
For tbe first time since he bad In
serted his. knife blade under the dry
putty of that window, the Duke felt
ashamed of himself. Deeply and thor
oughly ashamed.
"What can I do?" he said. "I can't
write. And what would be the useT
One letter, and then silence. Some
day, she's sure to find out that her
boy never came near Southampton.
... I wish to God 1 could find that
boy!"
Thursday's evening paper was full
of Judge Hambidge.
"Hambidge Decision Due," the head
line read. "As Civic Association Links
Holding Corporation with Boss Kelly."
The link didn't seem very strong.
Kelly, who evidently was some pota
toes In Tammany hall, had once em
ployed one of the "alleged dummy di
rectors" of the corporation that owned
the property to be used In widening
Jefferson street "In the face of this
sensational disclosure," the paper
asked editorially, "will Supreme Court'
Judge Hambidge have the courage to
give these men the fabulous sums they
ask for their rookeries? Judge Ham
bidge Insists that he has never even
met Mike Kelly. 'I have never spoken
a word to blm In my life.' Judge Ham
bldge's decision Is long over - due.
When It Is handed down, the city's
Toters will know whether Boss Kelly
has ever spoken to Judge Hambidge."
? After that, Barry wasn't surprised
to find tbe Judge absent from the next
night's dinner party at his house. Evi
dently, the pack was In full cry. Fri
day's evening paper had a headline
that ran clear across the street Still
unfolded, Barry had left the papet
lying on tbe library table, with Boss
Kelly's name filling most of Its visible
quarter-page.
Naturally, Patricia was disturbed.
"Father spoke at a banquet last night
at tk* Astor," she explained. "And
he wouldn't let me stay in with him.
'I'll aleep Id the hotel, and taka a
train oat In the morning,' be 13 Id. An
hour ago, be phoned that he'd been
unavoidably detained."
"I fane/ be didn't feel quite up to
the trip,'* Peter Wlnslow added to Pa
tricia'* apology. "The speech must
have taken It oat of him, and then,
afterward, he law a woman killed by
a taxi-cab."
"Ob? Peter!"
"Tea. The Judge called me, early
thla morning, about bit decision In
thla condemnation proceeding. He'd
Joit lent It to tbe county clerk's of
fice. And hi* voice sounded rather
shaky. He'd gone for a walk after
the dinner was over, be said, and the
taxi dashed oat of a side street, Ju*.
a* tbe woman itepped off the curb.
The driver Jammed on his brakes, and
skidded right up onto the sidewalk.
The usual hit-and-run business."
"What did the Judge talk about at
the dinner}" Barry asked, chiefly to
change the subject.
"I don't know. I haven't seen a pa
per today." <
Window seemed preoccupied, Barry
thought, bat a mighty fine fellow. A
famous criminal lawyer, but so sim
ple and kindly. He was a big chap,
loosely pat together, and his graying
hair was loosely brushed back from a
face that was square In every sense.
Tbe two men clicked at once. Barry
loved Peter's manner to his wife ? a
soft, round, pink little woman, with
worried eyes. Peter was always Jol
lying her ? gently, whimsically, pro
tectively. "My yes-man," he said of
her. "Anything I do Is right."
"That's only my move to make the
decision unanimous," smiled Mrs.
Wlnslow. She had wit. In her own
quiet way.
"I never met your father," the at
torney remarked to Barry, In the
drawing room, after dinner. "Tou
work on his newspaper, I suppose."
"No."
"Don't you want to do anything?"
he asked.
"Very much."
"What?"
"Anything."
"That won't get you far. Can you
write?"
"Like the lady who was asked If
she conld play the piano, I don't know
? I never tried."
"Tou should be able to write ? with
your father's gift of trenchant expres
sion. You've got It, too, in conversa
tion. My brother owns a big adver
tising agency. I'd like to have yon
meet him."
"I'd like to," said the Duke. "I do
want to work." He hesitated. "I've
been In town almost every day this
week, looking for a Job."
He caught Patricia's surprised
glance.
"Come in and see me," Wlnslow
suggested.
Just his damned luck! Here was a
Job ? a career, probably ? for the ask
ing, and he couldn't take It. Not as
n
r - ? ir f 1 rrrT-iiiimv
"There's a Lady to See You, Sir."
John Clarke Kidder, Jr. But Patri
cia's eyes were still on blm, so "I'll be
Id Monday," be said.
When he had made his adieux to
the Wlnslows, Patricia accompanied
him to the door.
"I owe yon an apology," she de
clared. "You're not Just a rich man's
son. You're something quite differ
ent And I'm ? glad!"
"Some girl !"
When he reached home. Wllletts was
waiting In the hall.
"There's a lady to see you, sir."
"At midnight?"
' "She got here around eight o'clock.
And she wouldn't go. She's upstairs,
lo the library."
"What kind of a lady?"
"Sort of gllftery, if ysu ask me,"
the butler replied.
"Did she come in a car?"
"One of the station taxis, sir."
"How's she going to get back? Never
mind ! I can rouse Evans, if we need
blm. Yon go to bed."
Very much on guard, he climbed the
stairs to the upper rooms.
Wllletts was right; her eye* were
"glittery." An<^ hard. A woman who
knew ber way around, Barry would
have said. And yet there was some
thing tender abeut ber, too. She had
a sharp face, with a slightly protu
berant chin. Ber lips and brows and
lashe* were heavily made-up. but her
hair, nondescript In color, escaped in
soft wave* from beneath her cheap lit
tle red beret. 8b* wore a shabby
black dress, and ber snoes *ere badly
worn.
All Ibis, Barrj observed In the long
moment before she spoke.
"You're not Mr. Bidder," she said.
Her voice was hard, too. Like the
girl, hard and jet pitiful. It seemed
on the point of breaking.
"Yea," Barry answered. "I am."
"Not John Clarke Bidder. Not the
old man."
The Duke breathed again.
"Not the old man, of course," be
said. "My father's In Europe. I'm
John Clarke Bidder, Jr."
The girl stared at him.
"You mean you're John Clarke Bid
der's son?"
"Of course."
She kept on staring.
"Somebody's crazy," she said.
It had come, then. It was bouart
to come. Was Wllletts listening In
tbe hall? What would Patricia saj?
"Somebody's crazy,'" the girl repeat
ed, "and I don't think It's me. Or
somebody's a liar, and I don't think
it's him!"
And, suddenly, she began to langh.
"No," she shrilled; "it's you! It's
wrlttea all over your face! And It's
funny, because you've walked Into >
pretty mess."
"i? r
"If you're John Clarke Bidder, Jr.,
I'm your wife."
"My wife?"
She stopped laughing, as suddenly
as she had begun.
"That's It," she said, and her voice
was harder than ever. "I'm your wife,
and you're under arrest for killing a
guy V*
"Under arrest?'* Barry echoed.
"What are you talking about?"
For answer, the girl reached across
to the library table, and handed him
the newspaper she had been reading
when he came into the room.
"That's what John Clarke Rldder
did ? last night," she said. "Killed a
guy. That guy. That damned skunk, j
Mike Kelly. Boss Kelly, of Tammany
Hall
CHAPTER III
After all. she wasn't such a "gllt
tery" lady.
For. as Barry glanced at the news
paper headline.-) unfolded before Wm
she crumpled suddenly, and dropped
Into the big chair.
^ "Steady 1" the Duke admonished her.
' Wait a minute; I'll get you a drink."
He poured the girl a stiff hooker of
brandy, and she drank about a third
of It. "Knew her way around," un
doubtedly. he thought, and yet there
was something helpless and appealing
about her.
"Finish It."
Thanks; I'm all right now."
To give her a chance to pull herself
together, the Duke went back to those
headlines. "Boss Kelly Murdered."
they read. "Body Found by Servants
Skull Crushed. Midnight Caller Hunt
ed bv Police."
"Was your hnsband the midnight
caller?" he asked.
The girl nodded, wearily.
"And he's John Clarke RIdder, Jr.?"
She nodded again.
For some reason he never quite un
derstood, the Duke had stopped won
dering whether Willetts was listening [
outside. Instead he was thinking of a
letter that lay In the drawer of the
library table; a letter from a heart
hungry old woman, who had written '
to this hoy. from three thousand miles
away. "I am counting the days to your |
letter. You can never know how much
I \ e wanted It. and how long, and how
I pray that nothing may happen now."
Well, something had happened.
Something that would end that old
woman's efforts to make It up with
the boy s father; something that might
well he the end of them both.
"Why did your husband kill Boss
Kelly?"
"He didn't."
"You said ? "
"I said, 'That's what John Clarke
RIdder did/ Well, that's what they say
he did. and It Isn't going to make I
much difference whether he did It or I
not."
"But yon don't think he did It."
"I know he didn't. He had reason
enough, and he's done a lot of crazy ,
things, but Jack wouldn't hurt a fly!" j
"Why did yon come out here?"
"For help."
"Well," fhe Duke said, "maybe T
can help you. God knows, I'd like to.
Anyway, let's see where we stand."
He crossed the room, and sat oppo- '
site her, on a little library chair. j
"Co on," he urged. "What's your ;
name?"
"What's yours? Your real name?" 1
"Barry Gilbert. I'm a bom. I took
shelter in this house, one rainy night
a couple of weeks ago. and everybody
thought I was young RIdder, so I let
'em think so. That's my story. What's
yours?"
She actually smiled.
"You've got your nerve," she ob- I
served. "Well, that's what we need
now. My name's Peggy O'Day."
"Actorlne?"
"Sort of. I was a chorus girl In
Blossom Tims' when I met Jack tn
Horlda. He was a bum, too. Living
under a fake name. We still live nn
der that Jay Roger*. Everybody calls
J'? Tb? ?1<? ??n paid him
fifty dollars a week for not using his
name. We've got a little boy, now
and he doesn't even know bis name's I
RIdder. He thinks be'a Jay Rogers.
Jr. The old man doean't know what
name we took, and he doesn't care."
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Lesson for June 21
JESU8 EXALTED
LESSON TEXT ? Luko
GOLDEN TEXT ? Wherofor* Ood also
hath hlghljr exalted him, and given him
a nam* which la abova every nam*. ?
Phlllpplana 1:9.
PRIMARY TOPIC ? Jeaue aoee Bom*
to Heaven.
JUNIOR TOPIC ? Jmui Oo?a Homa to
Heaven.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR
TOPIC ? The Lord We Worahlp.
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT
TOPIC ? The Exalted Christ and the Un
finlahed Taak.
Io order properly to view" the as
cension or Christ Into heaven. It would
be well to study his ministry during
the torty dsys prior to his ascension.
I. The Walk of tha Two Discouraged
Diaciplaa (vv. 13-15).
Emmaus waa seven and a half miles
northwest of Jerusalem. Just why
these disciples were walking this way
we do not aurely know. Perhaps their
home was there. Or they were merely
walking to seek relief from their stun
ning sorrow. If they had believed what
Jesus bad told them about his death
and resurrection, they would have es
caped tills great disappointment. Un
belief causes many heartaches and dis
appointments. The topic of conversa
tion was the tragedy of the cross and
the resurrection rumors. So little had
hi* teaching about the resurrection Im
pressed the disciples that the reports
which the women brought were as Idle
tales to them. ? _
II. Tha Unrecognized Companion
(vv. 16-24).
1. Who he was (v. 15). While they
reasoned together on the wonderful
events of the last few days, Jesus
joined them. When he questioned them
concerning their sadness they did not
recognize him. How often we are so
engrossed with our sorrows and dis
appointments that we fall to recognize
Jesus, even though he Is walking by
our side.
2. His question (v. 17). .Perceiving
their sadness and perplexities, he
sought to help by calling forth a state
ment of their grief.
3. Their answer (v. 18). His ques
tions so surprised them that they
Jumped to the conclusion that he waa
a stranger In Jerusalem. The con
demnation and crucifixion of the great
prophet of Nazareth were so recent
and notorious that no one who had
lived In Jerusalem could be Ignorant
of them.
III. The Scriptures Opened (vv. 25
81).
1. Bis rebuke (vv. 25-30). Be did
Dot rebuke them for not believing the
strange stories that they bad heard,
but for ignorance of and lack of con
fidence In the Old Testament Scrip
tures. They had only accepted such
parts of the Old Testament as suited
their notions. The very center and
heart of the Old Testament Scriptures
set forth the death and resurrection of
Christ. Ignorance of the Scriptures
and unbelief as to the wonders and
complete redemption wrought by Christ
robs us of many joys and deprives us
of power as workers for Christ
2. Jesus Recognized (vv. 31-35).
While silting at meat with the dis
ciples, their eyes were opened as they
saw him bless tbe bread and distrib
ute It to them. We too can see the
Lord on such common occasions as eat
ing a meal If we have open eyes. In
deed. we ought to see him when eating,
buying, selling, and In our recreations,
for he has promised his abiding pres
ence. They were so filled with Joy over
this revelation of the Savior that they
hastened back to Jerusalem to tell the
other disciples of his resurrection.
IV. Jesus Stands In tbe Midst of the
Eleven (vv. 30-47).
1. Be said, "Peace be unto you"
(vv. 36, 37).
However, they were terrified and af- '
frighted. Sinful man In the presence
of a holy God Is 111 at ease.
2. Be showed them his hands and
bis feet (vv. 38-40). In order to con
vince them of bis personal identity, he
gave them tangible evidence that be
was not a mere spirit
3. Be ate before them (vv. 41-45).
4. Be commissioned them to evan
gelize the world (vv. 46-49). They
were to testify concerning his shed
blood and resurrection, and on this
ground they were to preach repent
ance and remission of sins to all na
tions.
5. Jesus ascends Into heaven (vv.
50-53).
Bavlng given them the parting mes
sage to evangelize the world be as
cended Into heaven. From his place
In heaven he continues to carry on his
worlr fhrough his disciple* as they are
energized by the Boly Ghost Just a*
we treasure the Isst words of our de
psrted loved ones so we should |mn<Jer
this farewell message of our Ixird.
Magnet of Thankfulness
The unthankful beaft^ "like my fin- '
ger Id the sand, discovers no mercies;
but let the thankful heart sweep
through the day. and as the magnet
finds the Iron, so will It find In every
boor some heavenly blessings, only
the Iron In God's sand Is gold.? Benry
Ward Beecher.
Growth to Perfection
Earth holds heaven In the bud: nor
perfection Ihcre bus in he developed
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