The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-09-27
CHAPTER IA
ROsAMUND5s DEMAND

ROSAMUND5S DEMAND
 Rosamund Carew settled hersaI into the corner of a gold sofa ant Lit a cigarette. The smoke huns about her like a bluish mist. Jer. wis had not spoken single word His lips were smiling, his eye: alcof and dark. For a minute or two Rosamund smoked in si. lence. Then she said lazily.
 Hadn't we better talk?"
 "Oh, certainly. What shall wt talk about-the weather? They say it will be better tomorrow"
 I want to talk to you about my money"
 Jervis continued to smile.
 Your money?"
 Yes"
 What money?"
 You know as well as I do that Uncle Ambrose would have Jeff me wealthy if he had not thought we were going to be married. 1It had his own ideas about the mar having the purse-strings.'
 "Yes-very sensible ones." Rosamund's lashes came dowr upon her cheek. She conveyed without further effort a complet; indifference to Jervis' approval. Hadn't we better keep to thf facts?" she said. 'iHe left me twenty-five hundred dollars. That'l nothing-I can't live on nothing and you have married someone else Those, think, are the facts"
 Jervis' eyes hardened.
 I'm afraid we're talking al cross purposes. My grandfather didn't leave you anything at all except sum down for your trous- seau."
 She lifted her cigarette again. The ash broke and fell, powdering the gold of her dress. She was silent for a moment, inhaling the smoke. In the silence thoughts moved between them-violent, re- sentful, dominant, resisting. With half closed eyes Rosamund contin- ued to smoke. Whatever happen ed, he should speak next. If it was battle between them she knew where her advantage lay. She sat outstretcfed in silence. In the end of it was he who broke in.
 T don't think there's anything to be gained by this discussion. You played me the dirtiest trick I've ever heard of-and now you want your legacy"
 And a bit over" said Miss Ca- rev, her blue eyes yelled.
 I'm afraid you won't get it. You can have fifteen hundred Q year, but I won't discuss the mat ter with you. You must see Page"
 She held the cigarette little away and opened her eyes upon him.
 My dear Jervis, what do you expect He UO QO!
 "One might work" he suggest ed.
 Rosamund's response was swift.
 T believe MT. Page has va cancy for a typist. Shall apply for dt?" She smiled her exquis ite smile, then leaned towards him. I'm not clever enough, I'm afraid. Whats the good of quarreling? !? Make it twenty-fi hundred, and let's be friends. Family quarrels are SO exhausting, and there's a heat-wave coming" She paused for an answer and got none. Come twenty five hundred = and I'll owe my dressmaker the rest"
 "Jervis rose to his feet and of- fered her his arm. Nothing doing, I'm afraid. Shall we dancer"
 Ferdinand Francis had taken Nan by way of a long corridor into one of those immense rooms with gilt mirrors and brocaded fur niture which are, mercifully, only to be met with in hotels of the more expensive sort. They sal down in window-seat framed with rose -colored satin curtains loopec with gold Their feet rested upor a carpet an inch thick, also rose. solored.
 Well" said MT. Francis. "I we aren't grand? Now last tint I had the pleasure of converse tion with you"
 l Man col0red a little hut her dim.