The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-02-26


Jimmie was a little startled by the
suddenness Of the query, but he thought
he grasped the big mans meaning.
Lots, he answered
Amy new ones?'
Brand new"
The big man caught him by the arm
and led him up the steps ana into
most beautiful hall. But Jimmie hao
scarcely a chance to look around, for
the big man hooked his big fingers UNI
der his chin and held up his hand.
Let me see your tongue he said.
Jimmie thrust out that useful member
and then the big man murmured,
Hump" Then he brusquely added,
1--WE can't take any chances on strange
story tellers. You must have a bath
He drew the passive Jimmie back
into the interior of the house and pres
emily pushed him through the door of
small room.
Take a good scrub" he commanded
| land when you are through rap on the
| door,
1t was wonderful little room, all in
white with a noble bathtub and gleam-
| ing mirrors and many silver fixtures
but he didn't forget what he was there
for. In moment he had discovered the
hot water faucet, and presently was in
dulging In the luxury of a thorough
personal scrub. When he had scram-
bled back into his clothes and brushed
them and his hair, he raped on the
door, 1t was opened by tall gentle
man with gray mustache, who smiled
down on him pleasantly.
1.-THE doctor is up stairs he said,
land wants you to join him there
They went up the broad stairs and
then into handsome room. There was
a bed at one side, with somebody lying
III it. The big man was standing at the
bedside, and he beckoned to Jimmie.
Then he stopped down.
George" he said softly, and it was
quite wonderful how the burr seemed to
leave his voice. George, here's the
story teller you wanted" He reached
back and drew Jimmie closer. The boy,
looking down saw another boy lying
before Rim, a boy of about bis own age,
with a thin, white face and deep set,
burning eyes that rolled towards him
from the pillow.
Your title?" cried this strange boy in
a thin, querulous voice.
"The Warmer of Yakmat," replied Jim
me with great gravity, recalling the
name he had given the hero of one of
his own romancing creations.
Good. You are welcome. From the
East"
From the far East"
You are also the grand vizier?"
Later on I become the grand vizier."
True. Now for your first story, and
do not forget the fate that was prom
Used Schehezerade."
ITO hear is to obey, most Industrious
And thereupon Jimmie, with the most
profound gravity,sseated himself and
plunged into one of the stories with
which he had often lightened his lone
illness. The boy was born romancer
and the solitary life, he had led and the
absence of human sympathy had sharp
ened and added to his gift. His mind
was peopled with knights and ladies,
with genii and fairies. with Sinbads and
Aladdins. He knew he was expected to
humor the strange fancy of the sick
boy and he did BIS best
He told the lad the fanciful tale of
"Pigeontoes," which was a favorite
creation Of his own, and he told it we'll.
1t was the story of a Chinese maiden
who wandered away into the woods and
came across witch with whom she
took marvellous, ride on a fiery broom
stick, with divers remarkable adven-
lures AS Jimmie went on, full of the |
tireless zeal of the born story-teller, he |
noticed that the restless head was still
err and presently the tired lids came
slowly down and the sick boy slept. !
Then Jimmies voice dropped to mo-
err and lower, and presently it dropped |
to the bed beside the sick boys and re-
manned there
The light had faded from the sky, the |
street lamps shed their pickering rays
and a softly shaded lamp burned in the
chamber of the sick boy, when Jimmie |
Sturges awoke. AS he stirred uneasily
a firm hand caught his arm and drew |
him gently from the bedside and out of
the room, and down the stairs 1t was
the Doctors hand, and the doctor faced |
him In the great reception hall.
Jimmie stared at him half dazed.
TITS all right, my boy" said the doc
tor, kindly. You're not dreaming
This Is the home Of, Banker Jordan.
am Dr. Grace The boy up stairs is
Richard Jordan, the bankers only child.
He is suffering from brain trouble
that slightly unbalances him. Do you
understand"
Yes" said Jimmie, family. He
swayed a little and put out his hand to
the nearest chair.
whats this?" whispered the doctor,
coming swiftly to his side.
Empty stomach" said Jimmie, with
a wan smile. Nothing in it since last
night "
Idiot" said the doctor, but Jimmie
knew he wasn't addressing him, "Id-
OF! And you pretend to some knoWl-
edge of a diagnosis. Here, you hungry
humiliator of overweening conceit, come
this way" And presently Jimmie was
served meal the like of which was
quite beyond the widest limit of his
dreams. The doctor went away softly
while he ate, and when he was through
the tall man appeared in the doorway.
Are you quite finished?' he asked
If So come this way and he led him
into cozy sitting room whose walls
were lined with books, more books than
Jimmie had ever seen in all his brief
lifetime,
'Sit down." said the tall man in a
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