New-York tribune., 1905-02-12

iterating that he loved his wife and children and
would do anything for them that was reason
able.
Then came a beardless boy, stammering and
blushing, to complain of n certain gambling
house. When asked the ground of his complaint.
ne SAID that he had come at the lnstlgation OF
a cousin, whose husband was gambling there
every night. The influence of the woman's ap-
prehension was evident in the boys face and
manner. He was dismissed with a promise OF
speedy investigation.
The next was a pedler, unshaven, unshorn. un-
washed He said that when tired of pushcart
pedling and ambitious to climb a step higher he
had set up q stand of his own and attempted
to sell oranges without a license. For this he
had been promptly locked up but when he had
been set free he had been met by a compatriot
in Hester-st. who had informed him that Mr.
Jerome had given him-the compatriot-a license
for keeping a fruitstand without money and
without price "Und so' concluded the peder
''Mr. Jerome shall do TO me the same und shall
give 70 me license mitout mOnsh. Dot fruit
stand license 1t cost ten dollar l haf not ten
dollar. Mr.: Jerome shall give me dot license"
At this Mr. Turnbull looked thoughtful. who
are your friends?" he asked.
Mr.. Jerome shall be my friend said the
pedler. He will le mein friend ven he gifts me
They all believe implicitly in the District At
torney. N their minds the whole world is in
his power of gift. It took a long time for Mr.
Turnbull to persuade the pedler to produce the
$40 needed for the license
The next visitor was intelligent young
Ghetto woman. respectfully wrapped in old
fashioned blanket shawl but bareheaded,
cordng to the fashion of the locality. She said
her husband hdQ peen gambling at a resort in
Broome-st. two nights before and had lost $50.
which he had secured by pawning his jewelry.
He was a good husband. His wages were S14
Il week. all Of which he gave to her keeping, but
the love Of gambling had got somehow into his
blood. The young wife, who could hardly keep
back the tears had come to see II Mr.. Jerome
could not get back the $50 for her and for her
children. She nesitated and bushed when asked
her husbands name. and said she would not
like his story to get into print
Did you visit the gambling house and speak
to the Manager asked Mr.. Turnbull.
Il did. indeed, and he told me to go about
my business: that he had not asked my hus-
band to visit his place"
Who sent you here?' asked Mr.. Turnbull.
My husband himself. He thought this would
be a good way TO get back the money!"
Mr.. Jerome's eight deputy assistants take
weekly turns in managing these evenings. Much
Of the work is done IN connection with the Legal
Aid Society. When the pilgrims" are too
many for the deputy III charge Mr. Jerome
takes some OF them into his private rooms and
investigates their woes ia person.
\ pathetic and amusing phase OF the work
IS the lost husband business When Ghetto
husbands disappear, leaving no means of sup
port for their families behind them, the de
serted wives visit the District Attorneys nat
and demand that their husbands be brought
back from Oregon, California. the Klondike, or
wherever they may have wandered Another
feature is the angry demand Tor the return OF
the faitheSs Ghetto lover who has departed
with all his haucee's hard earned cash and
cannot be traced.