The Washington times., 1921-10-01

buckle mansion in West Adams street
was ablaze with lights last night. Linn.
CUISINE after limousine drew up and
groups Of men and women ran. GOV.
cred by parasols. up to the entrance.
Home In Triumph.
Fatty" had come home in triumph
from San Francisco. where he was
charged with manslaughter in connec
ton with the death Of Virginia Rape.
Chicago movie actress.
The movie actors and the actresses
paid their respects to Fatty" who
came out Of a trap" and to his
wife. Minta Durfee Arbuckle. who
returned to her native town after
five years.
II was a glittering assenblage. in
the mansion. a happy crowd. 1t SEEM
ed like house warming with a
honeymoon couple. The photograph
played in one room glad. snapy rag
time. and elsewhere a grand plano
told everybody that the gangs all
here.
Arbucyde Thanks Visitors.
Fatty" smiled very much, shook
hands, murmured thanks, rolled
brown paper cigarettes and laughed
in the way before they banned his
pictures.
There he was, Fatty" fallen from
his dizzy eminence, trying in a daZed
way to start back to the heights, a
little uncertain Of his ability, a little
worried, perhaps. as to whether his
friends would help him, happy to be
on the up-path again.
And there. never far from him. was
his wife who left him in the day of
his world-celebrity and rushed back
xu,hnn hn hnr
Wherever you see Fatty" you can
find Minta, and somewhere in the
background you are sure to see Min
ta's mother, who loves Arbuckle like
a son.
No Liquor This Time.
1t was a merry party and there
was no liquor. There was nothing
to suggest the party in the st. Fran
els Hotel. September s, the party that
cost the life Of Miss Rape and the
fame Of Roscoe Arbuckle.
The guests came, shook hands. said
nice things, sat a while and left, an
swering the question that Arbuckle
and Arbuckle's attorneys had been
asking themselves day after day
win Hollywood take him back?"
Hollywood met him yesterday.
Hollywood and Los Angeles. They
home safe from the wars, took him
to their bosoms. Rugged him and
kissed him.
1t was a great moment for the
movie clown the moment he stepped
off the train. All the morning he
had been wondering, worrying, pom
dering on the manner Of his recep-
ton. Would there be people there?
And what would they do2 What
would they say? Frisco had been
nice to him after Judge Lazarus had
but might be guilty Of manslaughter.
But what Of Los Angeles?
Crowds Await His Train.
A brakeman waved to him as the
train crawled into the yards, and an
other and another caught sight Of him
and waved. Cries Of Hello. Fatty
welcome old boy! We're for you,
'Fatty!" were heard.
The train stopped. Crowds Of people
waited breathlessly. A grinning
porter placed the step for "Fatty's"
foot. There were cheers and shouts
and a great clapping OF hands. Hats
and arms went into the air. There
was a rush TO meet him. Feminine
arms 60 around his neck. Feminine
lips met his lirs with loud smacks-
Miss Percy, Natalie Talmadge and a
whole array Of stars.
Out through the underground pas
sage way to the street, a greater
crowd, a greater demonstration.
A woman stood on a suitcase end
bitterly denounced him. Few gave
any heed. Why listen to her when
they can see "Fatty?" The woman
continued her harangue. Fatty"
numbered into a salad-green car--they
have some weird colors and shapes of
motorcars out here-and was whirled
over the boulevards home.
The station was deserted. The rain
that has been threatening all morning
makes good its threat. The place took
on q bleak and dismal atmosphere.
Reminds me-" says a red cap, ''of
the night that poor girls body came
home. Virginia Rape. Just plain
old box with q coffin in II and a dead
girl. They tell me she was pretty.
Drank too much gin or something.
Nobody's fault, guess, what happen.
ed. eh7 Looking for a good time she
was; nothing against her though, I
always say. Yes, sir. Just a plain old