The Washington herald., 1922-10-24
The Beautiful
And Damned
Continued from yesterday.
By r. Scott Fitzgerald


BE quiet" said the older man
angrily. Il should think you'd re-
spect your wife enough not to bring
fer into the conversation under
these circumstances"
Never you min how I expect my
wife One thing-you leave her
alone. You go to hell!"
See here-I think you're a little
crazyr' exclaimed Bloeckman. He
took two PAGES forward as though
to pass by. but Anthony stepped in
his way.
Not so far. you Goddam Jew"
For a moment they stood regard
ing each other. Anthony swaying
gently from side to side. Block
man almost trembling with fury.
BE CAREFUL" he cried in a
strained voice.
Anthony might have remembered
then a certain look Bloeckman had
given him in the Biltmore Hotel
years before. But he remembered
nothing. nothing"
I'll say IL again, you God"
Then Bloeckman struck out, with
all the strength In the arm of a
well-conditioned man of As. struck
and caught Anthony squarely in the
mouth. Anthony cracked up
against the staircase, recovered
himself and made a wild drunken
swing at his opponent. but Bloeck-
man. who took exercise every day
and knew something of sparring.
blocked II with ease and struck him
twice in the face with two swift
smashing Jabs. Anthony gave .
little grunt and toppIed over onto
the green-plush carpet, finding. as
he fell. that his mouth was full of
blood and seemed oddly loose in
front He struggled to his feet.
painting and splitting, and then as
he started toward Bloeckman. who
stood a few feet away. his lists
clenched but not up. two walters
who had appeared from nowhere
seized his arms and held him, help
pie and miraculously gathered.
I'll kill him." cried Anthony.
pitching and straining from side to
side. Let me kill
Throw him out" ordered Bloeck-
man excitedly. just as a small man
with a pockmarked face pushed his
way hurriedly through the spec
tators.
Amy trouble. Mr.. Black?"
This bum tried to blackmail me-"
said Bloeckman. and then. his voice
rising to a family shrill note of
pride: He got what was coming
to him.
The little man turned to a walter
Call a policeman" he COM
-a7-1ed.
"ga 60 aid Bloeckman quickly.
o. c0E'- r bothered. Just throw
him O.ss .1 Ne street Ugh.
What sn 5Ltrage" He turned and
with Conscious dignity walked to-
ward the wash-room Just as six
h-swny hands seized upon Anthony
al3 dr-c ged him toward the door
The esn a" was propelled violently
to the sidewalk. where he landed
on his hands and knees with a
grotesque slapping sound and
rolled over slowly onto his side.
The shock stunned him. He lay
there for a moment in acute dis
tributed pain Then his discomfort
became centralized in his stomach,
and he regained consciousness TO
discover that a large foot was prod
ding him
You've got to move on. y bum,
Move on
II was the bulky doorman speak
ing. A town car had stopped at
the curb and it's occupants had dis
embarked-that Is. two Of the
women were standing on the dash
board. waiting in offended delicacy
until this obscene obstacle should
be removed from their path.
Move on. Or selse I'll throw
yon,"
"Here-Is1 get him"
This was a new voice; Anthony
imagined that II was somehow more
tolerant. better disposed than the
first Again arms were about him.
half lifting half dragging him into
a welcome shadow four doors up
the street and propping him against
the stone front OF a millinery shop.
Much obliged" muttered An
thony feebly. Some one pushed his
soft hat down upon his head and
he WINGED
Just sit still buddy, and you'u
feel better. Those guys sure give
you a bump"
I'm going back and kill that
dirty He tried to get to his feet