Summary
Beneath the sun-scorched citrus groves of a nascent California Eden, Horace Winsby—silk-collared, gold-watch flashing, voice dripping with the presumption that land exists only to fatten his ledgers—rides a crest of foreclosure notices like a feudal lord on a marble palanquin. Patricia Owens, almond-eyed heiress to conscience, turns her refusal of his proposal into a public exorcism of entitlement, leaving the magnate clinging to a hollow empire of unpaid promissory notes. When drought-bitten ranchers brandish pitchforks at the courthouse steps, Horace slinks eastward aboard a night train, believing Manhattan’s chandeliers will forgive his sins. Instead, the city devours him: a pickpocket strips his wallet on Fifth, creditors strip his pride on Park, and by dawn he is a nameless body asleep atop a Herald Square steam grate. Enter Shorty, a wry park-bench philosopher who trades cigarette drags for dishwater shifts, teaching the fallen plutocrat that calluses carry their own aristocracy. Months later Patricia arrives, expecting to find the ogre who once tried to buy her; she discovers instead a man whose blistered palms tremble as he lifts a coffee mug, realizing that redemption is not a transaction but a long apprenticeship in humility. The film ends not with trumpets but with the soft clink of plates in a greasy diner, a glance that forgives the unforgivable, and the hush of snow beginning to fall on a city that finally lets its latest orphan stay.
Synopsis
Wealthy, snobbish, patronizing Horace Winsby is refused by Patricia Owens, then must leave his California valley because of restiveness by farmers whose mortgages he is foreclosing. In New York Horace runs up large bills, cannot pay them when his wallet is stolen, is put out of his hotel, and finally is helped by Shorty, a park bum. Patricia and her father come to New York and find a changed Horace washing dishes, and everything is resolved.
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