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BY WIFE MORRIS MONEY
SIXTY-FIVE
Not without humor, and a sense of the appropriateness of things, Noble Harwood had elected to attend his Arabian Nights ball as Aladdin. As an Aladdin, with a wonderful lamp of clinging gold, he had, through the material efforts of a highly skilled and generously remunerated corps of genii, created a wonderland within the confines of Harwood house. The designer, with materials to work with that Arabian caliphs never heard of, had allowed his imagination to run riot, so that the guests as they entered in twos and fours and parties, were bedazzled and awed by the color, the spakle, the grandeur it all, and found themselves seeking furtively for adequate adjectives. The first guests began to arrive about nine. There had been dinner parties in the valley, following festivities during the entire day. But those who were weary were stimulated anew by the surroundings into which they walked. History in Central City began to be dated from the night of the Harwood ball. The dancing began at 9:30 in the library and the ballroom of Harwood house, which bore resemblance to their old selves. The designer said they looked like the palace of Harounal Raschid in Bagdad, but even caliph in Haroun time did not have electric lights. Ten thousand globes glowed and sparkled in the rooms. Silks down to the floor, seemingly from heaven itself. Perfumes bathed the dancers. Two orchestras played alternately. Until 11 o'clock there was no let-up in the dancing. Excited, glowing, nervously cordial, Laurel stood with Noble and Marion at the head of the receiving line, resplendent in the gold and purple COStume of caliph favorite. She wore harem veil that made it difficult for her to show that she was smiling and not her real feelings Her arms and ankles were bare, and her skin shone warm and tempting under the lights. Men looked at her and enNoble Marion also wore gold and purple, but her costume was clearly distinguished from that of her mother. and while she was supposed to be an Arabian princess, she not -because she not-wear harem veil. Mrs. Daly wore the yellow of a Chinese queen, with black wig and a sparkling crown. Her husband appeared as Chinese philosopher; but the men slily referred to him in the corner as "the queen's coolie. Sitting out one dance, having another with some elderly and extra courteous gentleman, was Mrs. Mary Farr Harwood. Noble and Laurel had diplomat ically managed to be attentive elsewhere when she arrived, and she had been received by Marion alone. She wore the red silk of a harem wife, with veil. At 11:15, the guests were summoned into temporary glass house erected over the pool in the garden, and connected by glass passageways. There. in the heated water of the pool, rebuilt to resemble harem bath. troop of bathing girls disported themselves and did aquatic stunts, such as floating on the water in figures, group racing, etc. While the guests were being entertained here, an army of servants, led by the redoubtable Louis and the most expensive caterer in Chicago himself. transformed the library and ballrooms into royal dining halls. Around the walls were series of kitchens, each complete, and offering viands native to China, to India. to Egypt, to Germany, to France, to Italy, to Spain. to Great Britain, to the United States- chop suey, krau. pate de foie gras. spaghetti, chili, beef, ham and eggs, in one grand profusion. The guests. summoned to the feast, chose as they liked, and helped themselves. While they ate, and chatted. and visited. the two orchestras played music the lands represented by the row of kitchens. The feast continued until 1:30 o'clock. Then. after Noble had been anxiously pacing the floor for half an hour, with one upon the telephone. there was wild honking of the horns of many autos in the yard. and the Follies company, freshly disembarked from airplanes after perilous night ride from Chicago, swept into the house. chattering. awed. profane. Half an hour later they were performing before the diners, kicking their heels cracking their jokes. but not the usual carefree they were as ex cited over all this as the guests. Mrs. Mary Farr wood. moving to and fro as the crowd carried her. was soul in torment. All of this glory might have been hers, she reflected. Noble had never any thing like this in her behalf. She found herself, against her will. trailing Laurel. She had an insatiable desire to watch moment of her successor: and every smile bestowed upon Laurel gave her pain. She heard nothing: ate nothing: she had eyes for no one or anything but Laurel Todd Harwood. Gentlemen. old friends, who approached her and attempted to be cordial, found her frigid. and soon found opportunities to leave her. and go and speak to their and companions about it. While the Follies company was putting on its show before an audience already satiated with dancing. food and entertainment. and therefore only courteously appreciative Marion her conscience hurting her a little, sought out her mother. "Isn't it wonderful!" She was frightened by the gaze Mrs. Harwood turned upon her. Slowly shaking her head. she spoke: "All for her. all for her!" Shaking her finger at her daughter. madness in her eyes, she went on. her voice rising, "All for her. And she doesn't love him, doesn't care anything about him. Marion caught hold of her mother as she got up. straining. "No, "She mother. dear, please.' "No, mother. please." She could see the madness in her mother's eyes. Mrs. Harwood. after brooding for weeks. had broken. am Marion. terrified. clung futilely to her mother's costume. (To be continued.) In the next installment: Harry Yancey Plans Revenge.
RECEIVER GIVEN JUDGMENT A $1,972 judgment Thursday afternoon granted A. W. Springhorn, as receiver of the American Bank & Trust company, against Homer D. Millegan by District Judge H. H. Ewing. The action was based on non payment of a $1,500 promissory note. executed Nov. 17, 1921.
