Denton Journal from Denton, Maryland on September 24, 1938 · Page 2
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MAIDEN EFFORT Hopkins Adams 0 Samuel Hopkins Adams WNU Service CHAPTER I Rain dribbled from the well- rubbered figure of the young man on the dock and plashed into a lake the color of cold lead. With a patient gesture he raised his line to examine the undisturbed worm. He lowered it in another spot with an expression denoting resignation rather than expectancy. Something hooted at him from the dim expanse of water. He did not need to see the loon in order to identify its offensive personality. But he did make out, through the misty pall, the outline of a fellow- idiot--the characterization was instinctive--motionless in a boat off the mouth of the inlet. Well, maybe the fishing was better over there. It couldn't be worse. He sloshed wetly into a skiff and covered the half mile in jerky strokes. The other idiot was seated amidships with his spine humped and his chin in his hands. Neither slicker, rubber coat nor headgear protected him from the quiet persistence of the downpour. He seemed engrossed in his own thoughts. From his appearance they could not have been pleasant ones. The newcomer gave the conventional freshwater greeting. "Any luck?" "Uh?" He started sharply, half rose, and slumped back. "Luck," he repeated dully. "Who are you?" "Kelsey Hare." "Well, Kelsey Hare, can't you see that I'm fishing here?" The stranger's arrogance might have stirred Kelsey to resentment had it not been too much trouble to resent anything. He observed that there was neither rod, line, nor net in the other boat, and put a pertinent question--or was it impertinent? "What with?" The other quite plainly regarded it as impertinent. "That's my business," he stated. "Maybe you've come out here to commit suicide," surmised Kelsey Hare hopefully. "Much as I dislike to disappoint you, I'm not going to commit suicide." "Oh, well, then, neither will I." "Don't let me deter you," said the stranger politely, "if you were considering it." "I did consider it. Quite seriously for a while. Only, it calls for sc much effort. What's your idea; would you rather be bored or drown yourself?" "I'd have to have time on that. When did you think of doing it?" ^'Quite a while ago. I've rather lost interest in the idea now. In fact I've rather lost interest in everything. Effect of flu. Ever have flu?" "No." "It leaves you fiat and stale on everything." "I've had a kind of hate on everything, myself," admitted the other. "You look it. Has it occurred to you that this weather isn't improving any? I'm staying over at Slater's Inn. How about rowing bach with me and exchanging sorrows over a drink?" At this point the sky really opened up and showed what it could do Above the downpour the stranger shouted: "My place is the nearest cover. Follow on." They rowed at speed to the opposite shore where an ancient stone mansion stood, solid and solemn, s stone's throw back from the lake. "That's my joint." He hauled Kel sey's boat up the strand. "Where the mortgage doesn't cover it, it leaks. Otherwise you're welcome." Shoulder to shoulder against the torrent they crossed a country road to a ruinous gate covered with honeysuckle in bloom half obscuring this inscription: HOLMESHOLM PRIVATE PROPERTY Kindly Help to Keep It That Way MEANING YOU1 THANK YOU JARED M. HOLMES, OWNER. "Nice sense of hospitality you've got," observed the guest. "That's my late uncle. I'm Martin Holmes. He left the place to me unencumbered with anything except debt and taxes. I was busted when I took over. Since then I've been doing rather less 'well." They entered the house which gave the effect of making a gallant last stand against decay and dissolution. In its bleak disarray, Kelsey Hare read much. "Well, it's still here," was his comment. "Sticking it out against adversity. The house, I mean." "I know what you mean," returned the owner. "Now I'll ask you one. You say you're bored with life. Would you rather be bored or broke?" Kelsey considered the problem. ' should think being broke would at least keep you from being bored. It would me." "Probably you've never been broke." "Probably you've never been bored," "Haven't had time to be," answered Holmes with a sour grin. "Too busy trying to make an unsuccessful living." Dlogically Kelsey felt as if he had known this man, whose name he had learned only five minutes earlier, quite long and well. He said hesitantly and more seriously: "You'll probably think I'm a butt- in if I pry into your affairs any further, but is it only money?" "Only? I I I" "Just as a sporting experiment, how about my lending you some? And.how much?" . "I don't borrow." It was said with finality. "Besides, why should you?" "Why, I hardly know. Except that today's the first time since my convalescence that I've taken the slightest interest in anything but my precious self. I owe you one for that. But if you won't, you won't . . ." Kelsey strolled about .the room, threw a log into the roaring Dutch fireplace before which their coats hung, passed before a littered table supporting a typewriter with a half-written sheet still in it, and sat down. "I like this place," he decided. "I've got to put in a couple months of quiet somewhere. Doc's orders. Why not here?" "Want to buy?" "No. Could you use a lodger?" "I believe you still suspect me of planning the well-known Rash Act," returned Holmes with a sardonic grin. "You needn't concern yourself, Big Brother. The most desperate thing I've got in mind is to chuck my typewriter down the well, hitch my wagon to the alphabet and go on relief." He looked at his guest with eyes that had become suddenly haggard. "I've got to the point where I can't even work any more," he muttered. "What have you got to say to that, Big Brother?" "If you call me Big Brother again I'll crown you," returned Kelsey cheerfully. ''You think you're up against it, do you! Phooey to youl You don't even know what worry is." "All right," said the other between set teeth. "What's your sad story? And if it doesn't make me cry, I'm liable to take a sock at you." "Listen intently. I'm an architect, with a big New York firm. They've got a client who's reeking with money; one of these crusty wise-guys that likes to do things he doesn't know how to do, to prove that he can if he wants to. He's figuring on a country house, built to his own design. All he wants of us is advice on price and incidentals. So he brings in his blueprints, all neat and nice and drawn to scale, and sticks 'em under the Big Boss' nose. 'There!' says he. 'What do you think of that? Is there any of your bright young men could do as well?' The Chief looks it over. 'Very pretty,' he says. 'But I notice one omission.' 'Omission? What is it?' 'You haven't put in any stairs,' says the Boss. 'Eh?' says Old Stuffshirt. 'Oh! So I haven't. Well, anyone can put in stairs. Have one of your young smart boys attend to it.' "So the Boss sends for me. 'Here's a job for you, Kelsey. Outfit Mr. Slimpf's house with stairs. These are Mr. Slimpf s own plans; did 'em all himself and is perfectly satisfied with them. Aren't you, Mr. Slimpf?' 'I won't have them altered in any respect,' says the old bird. 'Just put in the stairs wherever convenient, but without altering my architecture in any detail. Goodday to you.' Just like that. "This was in February. By Decoration Day the job was done and 1 was in hospital climbing up and down stairs. Stairs that started at one end of nowhere and stopped at the other. They said it was flu, and threw in a sop in the form of nerve-exhaustion. Well, all right; it was flu. When I got up the Doc sent me to the quietest place he knew of and told me not to talk la people nnd to stop thinking nboiil myself, and I'd be all right. Says he! I haven't been up or down a flight of stairs since, and I never want to. Now. Got a ground-flour room you could rent me?" "Go and pack your things," said Martin Holmes. "I'll row 'em over." In the two weeks following, the young men put in a fair share of their time quarreling like old friends. The chief subject of argument was Holmes' stubborn refusal to accept a loan. It was Kelsey Hare's opinion, frequently and forcefully reiterated, that until the writer went away for a long rest, he would do no good. A hot and misty July morning found the author early at his machine. From the adjoining bath room came sounds of vigorous splashing interspersed with lyricc 1 outbursts. The machine quit with a jingle, a click, and a bang. "Hey, blast you! Do you have to sing?" "Not necessarily." "Then don't." The clicking was resmcd but almost immediately abandoned again "I'd rather you'd sing than whistle," said the operator with rising anguish. "Temper," sighed the other "Product of frazzled nerves. Proves what I've said right along, that what you need--" "Don't tell me again what 1 need," barked the badgered toiler Kelsey came through the door, wiping the remains of lather from his face. "This early morning stuff," he began, "can't be too 5000 for a man in your condit-- Hey' What's this?" he broke off, staring down at a newspaper picture of 3 girl's tilted face. "Why haven't yoi, "Outfit Mr. Slimpf's house with stairs." told me about this, Mart? Secrel stuff. So that's your real trouble, is it?" "That girl? I should say not!" "This says she is supposed to be a prominent Park Avenue deb." "Prominent Park Avenue kitchcr mechanic, more likely. I'll bet the only Park Avenue debut she evei made was out from behind the ash can." "Then what's the idea in cherish ing her photograph?" "Cherishing your left hind ICR. H suggested a story to me. That's wM I cut it out." " 'Latest of the Mystery Beauties to be Chosen,' " he read. "What's a mystery beauty, Mart?" For answer Holmes snatched up a magazine and hurled it at his in terrupler's head. It was ncatlj caught. "Read the inside cover." The advertisement indicated set forth that Purity Pictures, Inc., was seeking Undeveloped Genius tc match the Undiscovered Beauty which another of its Nation-Wide Contests was expected to reveal The two, when found, would be united in one of Purity Picture's Unparalleled Productions To this end A. Leon Snydacker, President ol Purity Pictures, Inc., would pay 515,000 for the best novel, suitable to picturization, by a hitherto unpublished author, and the prospective Queen of American Beauty would be starred in it. "That's one of the Undiscovered Benntif"; " gn.iHM TTnlmm wins. 1 lose." "Meaning that you entered that mug of yours in the contest?" "No, you fishcake. I sent in a story for the 515,000 prize. It was my magnum opus, rewritten to suit movie requirements. And what happens? Back it comes and socks me in the jaw." He made a furious gesture toward an envelope, bulging fatly on the mantel. Kelsey's glance followed. "But you haven't opened it." "I can smell a rejection slip through a stone wall. Open it, your- pclf, if you don't believe me." Kolsey did so. A pink paper fell out. " 'The reading jury regrets to report,' " he began-"What did I tell you!" grunted the author. His companion read the title-page. " 'Love Beyond Sin' by Templeton Sayles. Is that your pseudonym?" "It's the one I was saving for the magnum opus," was the sullen reply. "So this is Maggie the Ope, is it?" "It is not. It's Maggie the Ope's slightly illegitimate offspring, Flossie the Flop." "It's a swell title, anyway," Kcl- sey opined. " 'Love Beyond Sin.' What does it mean?" "It doesn't mean anything," said the author drearily. "It's a movie title." The other dropped into a chair and began to rend. "This doesn't seem to me any worse than some of your other stuff," he observed presently, presumably in a spirit of encouragement. "Thanks for the kick in the pnnts." "You've got plenty of action here." "Action, mystery, threat, suspense, sex, local color, blood, surprise, sentiment, mother-love, bunk, tripe and ollagawallah. I manufactured it to pattern. And it doesn't even draw a mention." "You certainly can ladle it out!" commented his admiring reader. "How about this? 'Fealherston flxed her with his coolest stare. "I know all about women," said he, and his voice rang like a bugle, bearing challenge and reproof. 1 Say, Mart, how do you get reproof out of a bugle?" "Don't read that foosh to me," yelled its author. "All right. I'll read it to myself. I think I'll read all of it." "Then you're a hog for punishment. Better chuck it into the fire." "Aren't you going to sell it somewhere else?" "Where? I'd take a plugged nickel for it this minute." "Haven't got one on me at the moment. But I'll consider your proposition." "Consider it out in the barn, will you, "Kolse?" He adjusted his ma- ctnrr. 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