The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1912-08-31
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copyrIght By EdwsFd J. ciOdo

iriends we're in abundance. ] men.
toned his brother, Marcus Gerry.
He said the name over slowly after
nae, Marcus Gerry" Then his lips
set evenly along his fine, sensitive
mouth. But only for a moment. He
gave me a swift glance and began to
laugh.
"My brother is all right, you know;
but he is a commercial factor. His
financial sense is sound. A rotten
ship is a rotten ship. The captain Of
it cannot matter a two-pence. Let
him step down and OF, and the hull
go to Dayy Jones. Pension the APP
tain perhaps, but cut loose from the
! derelict. That's Marcus Gerry. That's
the ane VIEW"
We down town now. The car.
rage was turning into Fifth avenue.
The young man touched the drivers
button.
"This Is your club, Mr.. Parks, ] be.
lieve,"% he said. II am Obliged by your
Kindness, Won't you let me give you
the gewgaws?"
"By no Means" I answered. getting
ont Of the cab. please do me the
courtesy to forget our game Of
bridge"
He laughed pleasantly. ooh, I shall
forget 1t, thank you. Seafaring folk at
Bremen say the cable ought always
to read, Der Kapitan ging nit seinem
Schihe inter-" Then he spoke to
the driver and closed the carriage
door.
I went into the club and got a pony
OF brandy, a cigar and a chair by the
fire. l was greatly sorry for young
Gerry. He was an exceedingly pleas
ant fellow. Still, I could do nothing.
1 had thought the matter over fully.
1 could, Of course, bring him to Ran
dolph Mason, but Of what use was
that? There was no balance Of In
justice to be squared up here. A reck-
less young spendthrift, come to the
end Of his tether, was all. Mason
would have that fact out in a twinkle,
and close the door in his face. 1t was
out of the question 20 fool him. He
would pick a man like a vulture at q
bone till he got to the marrow. ]
threw the cigar into the fire. Any
way, Marcus Gerry would doubtless
pension the captain of the rotten ship.
At the worst, he would probably be
better of than the most Of US. Then
I recalled the German sentence.
Heinrich" I said to the club stew
ard, what Is Der Kapitan ging NIT
SEMEN Schiffe unterT"
Der Captain vent down nit his
ship" replied the man.
A great light came to me. l went
over to the table and write on my
card, Come to Randolph Mason to-
morrow at eleven. The old Field
mansion off Broadway. below Wall
street" Then I sent 1t to his address
by messenger. That would at least
gain time; and perhaps the boy would
give up the idea Of suicide. Then
took another pony Of brandy and
walked to my"lodgings.
I was a little late in arriving on
Broadway the morning after the game
Of bridge. AS l stopped to open the
old iron gate to Randolph Mason's
house, Winfield Gerry came across
f., from Wall street and Joined me. He
looked well-groomed and wholesome.
We entered the house and crossed
the wide hall to the old-time drawing
room, now used for an office. AS ]
threw back the mahogany door, I OBJ
served Randolph Mason leaning over
the table in the middle OF the room.
He Strengthened up, cast a steady
searching glance at young Gerry that
ran swiftly W him to his feet, then
turned abruptly and walked into the
adjoining room. closing the folding
doors behind him.
We entered and young Gerry took 8
chair by the window. "Was that Ran
dolph Mason?" he said.
l answered that it was.
until I saw his face" he continued
II could have sworn that it was Lie
bach, the greatest surgeon in Europe,
He has Liebach's hands, too. But the
resemblance vanished when he looked
up. This mans lean, sinewy, pro
truding Jaw Is almost a menaca He
is not as gray as Liebach, either; and
besides that, Liebach has, once in g
while, something gentle in his face
If they do call him the Wolf in Mu'
mich. This mans face looks metallic
as though It might ring If you struck
it."
laughed, tossed him the morning
paper, and begged him to excuse me