The Washington herald., 1915-08-29

0LD Jerome Warren lived in hundred thou
" sand-dollar house at IS East Fifty-soforth
Street. He was downtown broker, so
rich that he could afford to walk-for his health
few blocks in the direction of his Office every
morning, and then call cab.
He had an adopted son. the son of old friend
named Gilbert-Cyril Scott could play him nicely
who was becoming a successful painter fast as
he could squeeze the paint out of his tubes. An
other member of the household was Barbara Ross
stepnieee Man is born to trouble; SO, as old
Jerome had no family of his own, he took up the
burdens of others.
Gilbert and Barbara got along swimmingly.
There was taeit and tactical understanding all
round that the two would stand up under floral
bell some high noon, and promise the minister to
keep old Jeromes money in state of high commo
ton But at this point complications must be in
troduced.
Thirty years before, when old Jerome was young
Jerome, there was brother of his named Dick
Dick went West to seek his or somebody else's
fortune Nothing was heard of him until one day
old Jerome had letter from his brother. 1t
badly written on ruled paper that smelled of salt
bacon and cofee-grounds. The writing was asth-
matte and the spelling St. Vitusy.
1t appeared that instead of Dick having forced
himself, and made to give hostages to the enemy
That is, as his letter disclosed, he the point
of pegging out with complication of disorders that
even whisky had failed to check. All that his thirty
years of prospecting had netted him was one daugh-
ter nineteen years old, per invoice, whom he
shipping East, charges prepaid, for Jerome to
cothe feed, educate, comfort, and cherish for the
rest of her natural life or until n1atrimony should
them part.
Old Jerome boardwalk. Everybody
knows that the world is supported by the shoulders
of Atlas; and that Atlas stands rail-fenee and
that the rail-fence is built on turtles back. Now,
the turtle has to stand on something; and that is
a boardwalk made of men like old Jerome
do not know whether Immortality shall ae-
crue to man. but if not so would like to know when
men like old Jerome get what is due them?
They met Nevada Warren at the station She
was little girl, deeply sunburned and whoesomely
good-looking, with manner that was frankly un-
sophisticated, yet one that even cigardrummer
would intrude upon without thinking twice Look
ing at her. somehow you would expect to see her IN
a short skirt and leather leggings shooting glass
balls or tanning mustangs. But in her plain white
waist and black skirt she sent you guessing again.
With an easy exhibition of strength she swung along
a heavy valise which the uniformed porters tried
in vain to wrest from her.
81 am sure we shall be the best of friends" said
Barbara pecking at the firm, sunburned cheek.
81 hope so,@ said Nevada.
Dear little niece" said old Jerome, you are as
welcome to my home as if it were your fathers
own"
Thanks" said Nevada.
"And am going to call you cousin" said Gil
bert with his charming smile.
"Take the valise, please said Nevada. "It
weighs million pounds. It's got samples from six
of dads old mines in it." she explained to Barbara.
Il calculate they'd assay about nine cents to the
thousand TONS but promised him to bring them
along"
It's a common custom to refer to the usual COM
plcation between one man and two ladies, or one
lady and two men, lady and a man and no
bleran Orwell, any of those problems-as the tri-
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