Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-09-05

jerome will like II. He ii mink LnaI
| look as mother ought to look, poor
boy, l think it will rest me-
y 4. x
MRS. HENZEL'S limousine was
AVA carefully drawn up to the curb
outside of Dukes. and the chauffeur
by little maneuverings back and for
ward, managed to keep his place with
out laying himself open to arrest. AS
he backed, a roadster shot past him,
and he heard Jerome Henzel, a young,
are-headed, blond Apollo:
Get out Of the way, Peterson, or
I'll take the paint Oft that glowing
fender Of yours"
The chauffeur touched his cap. He
wondered who the girl with Jerome
was. 1t was none of the young ladies
whom Peterson had ever seen chauf-
feured about town or driving their
own cars. He mentioned to Mrs. Hen
eel that he had seen Mr.. Jerome. She
looked up sharply.
WAS he going home?"
HE was going in the other direc-
ton"
"Alone?"
NO, ma'am There was a young
lady with him"
who was she, Peterson"
1T don't know who the young lady
was"
Mrs. Hcnzel sighed and told Peter
son to take her home. She wished
jerome wouldn't be quite so promis:
cuouS in his acquaintance. Still, 1t
was his fathers fault. If his own
father had an eye for young women
like frankie Atkins. you could hardly
blame the boy. She must talk to
Jerome herself tonight and find out
who it was, and warn him for the
thouSandth time that a boy who IS
the heir to 81 lot of money is apt to
make a fool o. himself and to be en-
couraged in so doing.
While she meditated on what she
would say, Jerome drove his car over
the upper bridge and shot out on the
incredibly long white line of macadam
that seemed built SO that young men
could steer their cars with one arm
and embrace young women with the
other. He tried the feat, but the girl
shook off his arm.
"Too hot she said. Besides,
don't care for petting."
you ought to when you look like
that" said Jerome. You know,
Gwen, I think you are just about the
Its an awfully old line" Gwen re-
piled. She believed him, nevertheless.
She knew how good looking she was.
There wasn't any reason for doubling
him. She had violet depths in her
eyes that made them look as good as
those of any actress, and broWnish-
gold hair as graceful in it's growth. as
the head itself, and a. skin that any
cold cream would have been proud to
use as advertisement, and a piquant
nose that wasn't snub. and lips that
were independent Of a lipstick.
Don't you think q girl ever gets
tired being told she's good looking"
What do you want me to say?'
Nothing" Gwen drew away from
him. "Nothing-let's just ride. with.
out a lot of silly talk
THEY glided along silently. Gwen
conscious Of every time he turned
to look at her averted face, and
Jerome with a growing observation
that her hair upon her cheek had a
sweep as Il 1t was windbloWn, even
though 1t stayed firm. He wanted
to keep looking at it, but IL may have
been his mothers precepts that kept
him from really stopping the car.
Gwen was taking n new and unfa-
rniliar tone. He had been warned
often enough by both his parents that
there was q good deal of blackmail
lying in walt for rich young fools
Jerome didn't mean to be a fool. He
meant to be decent enough without
being q prig, and to have a good time
without being too raw. Certainly he
didn't intend to risk any entangle-
ment. He wished suddenly that this
girl didn't know that he was Jerome
HonZel, and that he might know il
she loved him "for himself" Girls
were so tricky these days. Gwen was
so pretty, and ordinarily sweet and
good tempered. But you couldn't go
by that. He wished his mother could
meet her. But his mother would prob
ably note the fact that she couldn't
place the girl anywhere, and assume
that Gwen wanted to get her hands
on the family money. Jerome felt in
q fash of conviction that he knew
Gwen didn't. But how could q fellow
be sure? Look at all the stories you
read about such maria ges. The
sweet, sweet line of her face. No. he
wouldn't look at that again.
You're silent this afternoon" he
said at last,
Am /? I want to just enjoy our
last ride" she said at random.
why the last"
Because it's going to be the last, ."
she said. II don't intend to so on with
this. | don't want TO be any ones
hole and corner friend. l know I
work for a living. and all that. but 1