Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-12-07
G. ARTICLES BEGIN NONDAY-N1OTHER DECLAE
THE DAILY NOVELETTE,
THE WEB OF GOLD
BY Ida ". Could
ssrrRY this man on the phone, for his
Il fu,l name. will you?"

i full name, will your
Tho Young woman took the receiver
and informed the man at the other END
OF the line that the business firm or
$ & Co. requested his full name
She eyplaIned thu. tha Information was
necessary, as the firm would soon pub
lIsh a list Of benehciarics, etc.
, "A- Il D.: get it.
please spell the middle name"
Thanks. please give me the date Of
! your birth" .,,
A ghost of n satiriCal laugh enhnateu
why, iii have to look It up, madam.
It's on the spoon given by fond aunt,
and I've misplaced them both Sorry
Rapidly turning the pages of who's
who in America, she found D.,
A. r.; b. b; author Of The
Web Of Gold
/ Annoyances encompassed D that
DAY. The office boy went to game.
His stenographer went home early III.
The ceman forgot to fill the iceboX:
SO the author OF the best seller closed
his office early and sought diversion AT
a cafe.
Some days later he decided to revisit
Nj. II was five years since his last
visit to the rambling old house emhow-
asement. and an impulse seized D. TO
assume the name of Adam h. l.. His
name was quite fresh in the nlnds OF
novel readers, So as he had gone theTe
TO reCuperate. he felt quite Justified IN
urac:icing the gmall deception. The VII
lage was so far inland that the chances
l of detection were slight.
He abandoned himself the next week
to outdoor life. fishing, tramping through
woods filed with pines where he laid
himself on the fragrant earth and
dreamed Of plots and heroines for his
next good seller.
At table he met an elderly lady, en-
gagged to chaperone a group Of young
ladies'. She had come in advance to ar
range for their stay. on the day of their
expected arrival Mr.. y. b. l. pur-
posely absented himself. tramping six
miles to n nearby mountain, where, at
the only house, he ate gladly the food
offered him. Pushing himself on to the
top. he found himself in the direct path
of a terrible storm. a rough cabin on
tho very summit was all the shelter he
could find. The storm was furious. He
decided the, wise course to be to remain
until morning. He arose. stiff and hun
cry as the dawn broke. Very slowly
lie stumbled back to the house he had
visited the day before, and again was
refreshed with food.
He resumed the descent, slipping and
stumbling. BY the time he had covered
the six miles TO the village he was aware
that 1t was long past midday. l.
blocked his entrance at the front porcn.
Before he could decide whether to march
boldly past them a vibrant voice called
Go round the back way. man; the land
! lord will give you something to eat" He
knew he must look bedraggled. but he
did not like to think he resembled the
genus tramp. He heard their laughter as
! he hurried to the side door and escaped
up the back stairs.
The elderly chaperone was on hand
to Introduce him. After several days
association the little party dropped easily
into the habit Of after-dinner discus
sions. One evening the talk was Of
, books.
Miss b, the same young lady who
weeks before had interrogated d,
seemed to be the most active in dis
cussng books
In vain the author racked his memory
! for A suggestion as to why her voice
. reminded him of another voice. Her
eager voice spoke to him and her Ques-
/ tloning eyes sought his at once whenever
books were mentioned.
The Web of Gold"
y have reason to think highly of the
/ book, and 7 know it has proved SINAI,
gold mine to the writer"
Really? Then you know ,hlmc"
chorused the others
He is my best friend. 7 spend more
+ time with him than with any other man"
Has he red hair and does he wear
red ties?"
/ No; nor rings on his toes" said
D dryly, Why"
Because 7 asked him (for the nsur-
ance people, to. tell US when he was
born. He evaded me with the siiiest an
swer. It's on a spoon, said he, but l
| cant find ii just now"
,,I think he affects oddity." said the
elderly lady Drop The Web OF Cold
body"
Our author returned from n tramp one
afternoon and discovered Miss b
alone. reading The Web OF Gold"
The same book, Miss B? You
must discover fresh charm. May ask
what it is?"
This is one. Shall ! read IT,"
"A truly lovely sentiment" said the
girl. colOring under the mans steady
gaze. But I'll wager the author never
fell in love with pink and white
beauty"
'Contrariwise, he has" replied D..
But he has never felt sure until now
that he might tell her. So"
You mean- stammered Miss
B. dropping the book and half rising.
That you are the girl love, and I
am the man without red hair) who
wrote that book"
A little later, as they strolled to ioln
the others, D. said: "Letitia I'm 90
ing to make search for that spoon .
and as for the book, 1t has brought me
you. Il treasure greater than the net
profits of The Web OF Cold"
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