The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1924-03-10
OUT
0EBUS|NESS
FOR LOVE
Millionaire to Devote Entire
Time to Cigarette Girl in
$250,o00 ''Nest."

MoRRISTOWN. N. j., March TO-
Eugene V. Brewster, millionaire
publisher and great lover, has re.
tired from active participation in his
many business enterprises SO that
he may keep a wary eye on the
door to the golden cage in which
he has placed the golden girl Of his
golden dreams.
I'm through with business. ]
so into New York only about once
a week to hire or fire a man and
write a few checks. I'm spending
all my time right here in Morris
town with Corliss~ Palmer. From
lnow on my life is devoted exclu-
sively to her."
standing in the library of the
$3.50, 900 home, THE House-that-love-
bought" for the former cigarette
girl who won him from his wife,
Brewster made that statement to-
day between vigorous puffs on a
long and thin cigar.
COrIiss AdOres Him.
AS he paced the floor, Corliss.
who was seated on a low chair,
looked at him with just a bit Of
Stardust in her eyes.
DO you wonder that l love him
when he's that attentive to me?"
she queried.
why, in three years we've
hardly missed meal together. Now
we're going to be together all the
time, aren't WEI"
Brewster nodded his head. A man
OF the world who knows the ways
OF the world, Brewster is not going
I'm fQkn a n1NnuAM ~ fhn VACofhk1fHS "a,
OF some one breaking the bubble Of
his dreams.
One can never tell. A penniless
vagabond, say. with a grand ro-
mantle manner, might stroll into
that romantic cage and begin
tinkling a guitar if Brewster kept
himself tied to a desk.
But thereIl be no love songs sung
to Corliss in that New Jersey man
sion except those that Brewster
sings himself.
OF course we have friends
Puff. puff on that cigar. Then:
They come here and we have
quiet musical evenings. You might
say that Corliss holds a salon. But
everything Is very decorous. When
the servants come the next morning
they never find cigarette ashes or
empty liquor bottles
But I wanted Eugene Brewster
and Corliss Palmer to talk Of their
life together, to state in their own
terms just how we'll they hoped TO
make out against the inevitable NOR
row. BY what philosophy were they
sustained? Could they always cling
together and count the world well
lost?
Speaking for herself, Miss Palmer
said:
There Is not going to be any
tomorrow, the kind that you mean.
Because we are going to be mar.
ried one Of these days Bruce will
get his divorce as soon as possible
under the New Jersey laws.
Then"
She looked up from where she
was sitting in the half-shadow of
the chimney nook. Brewster, who
had been gazing thoughtfully at
the cigar in his hand burst in
Playing Squarely.
| We've been playing the game
squarely," he exclaimed. 81 know
what the world thinks. Part of
1t at any rate-about Miss Palmer
and l living here. But"
She caught his hand.
you know and / know" he con.
tinued, that in New York City and
everywhere else many wealthy men
have wives in the open and friends
are around the corner.
1T was married when I first met
Miss Palmer. I had made a sue
cess Of life. And / suddenly dis
covered that loved her. And the
love for my wife disappeared in an
instant.
what was to do-play the
game in the open or in secret
Well-this girl and 1 decided first
to see II we really loved. That
her Georgia home for ten days. I
was wild for her."
"And I was wild for you Bruce
$50 l went to Georgia and had
her come back to New York. And
to make it clean and decent ]
brought her mother and her sister
and her brothers as chaperons
Out i'm the Open.
That's why we are in the open.
To me an improper act is very
ugly. For example men are proud
OIL LnS1E COHQuobLB., lIlhI U0CAuhO
great many women admire men
with a past"
A little later after Corliss had
shown me through her album and
Mr.. Brewster had smoked another
ruminative cigar 1 rose to go. Miss
Palmer saw me to the door. On
the way she stopped suddenly and
said:
II know he has wife-but !
love him, love him. He's big
and true and decent. I'm going
to have him."
Her words were bit tense, but
In another second she was the
gave me her hand she said again:
charming hostess again. AS she
81 do love him you know"
The door closed behind me. With.
In the cigarette girl who had cap.
tured the heart of a millionaire
charming chatelaine.
happy girl who had changed into
AS I went down 1 heard music
again in that vast house. A gay
lifting song, such as might have
been sung a hundred years ago in
Versailles villa by some midinotte
who had won the King.
HAIRPINS GIVE CLUE