Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1908-05-21
THE FACE
AND THE FEE
By ROBERT CARLTON BROWN
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Pardon mel" requested Blakesly.
lightly touching the shoulder Of the
girl at the desk.
She turned blankly and stared at his
eager face.
1 beg your pardon" he continued
quickly. Il thought 1 recognized
you. II could only see the back of
your head and there was something
sort of familiar about"
Familiar The impudence! Well
guess I'm mott" snapped the girl,
shifting her wad OF gum and turning
to punch her typewriter viciously
The young fellow backed abruptly
into his chair in the Doctors waiting
room, mumblins. mo, and she's not
the one There was something In the
way she wore her hair that made"
Now, Mr.. Blakesly," beckoned
squat, specialized man, popping his
bald head into the waiting room and
mouoning him to enter.
Doctor, I've come again about that
face" explained Blakesly, knitting his
brows. You must find her for me.
She haunts the life out Of me-"
Yes, yes, remember" chirped the
little doctor. "Hum-well, It must be
real 1 find no symptoms of insanity
and you say it is your only popularity"
Yes, that's it. You've got to find
her 1 dream about that face. I
know that see her every day, but 1
cannot locate her. It's driving me
mad"
Well, well, don't let it do that, my
boy" smiled the specialist in psyche
logical diseases. What was the de-
scription? Again please?"
Beautiful, sir. The most handsome
eyes 1 have ever gazed into. Lips that
fairly speak. Red cheeks, black hair;
a combination that attracts me pc
culiarly. Full. rounded face; a Grecian
nose, and eyebrows penciled by ma
ture"
"Hum-very interesting" unused the
psychologist, and all you remember
is the face?"
Exactly, sir. That's what gets me-
l try to think whether 1 remember any
particular costume, but, not is the
face only. I couldn't tell II she were
tall or short, thin or plump"
Strange. And you have been aware
Of this haunting face for how Iong?"
Well" figured the young man. ut
may be weeks, it may be months; I
can't seem to remember when 1 saw It
first 1t has sort of grown on me-"
Come, come. You must not think
so much about It," came from the
doctor.
But how can help it9"
Find her"
That's just what have been try
ing to do for weeks. Can't you help
me?"
"Hm-the case interests me greatly.
But Mr.. Blakesly, l am afraid that the
search would cost you more than It
would be WORTH
What would be your fee, sir?"
Five hundred If I find her. One
hundred If don't"
why, that's a little hard for me.
But must find her! Yes, it would be
worth 500 to me to see her face again
and be sure that it was the same that
has haunted my dreams"
But l can't promise that your ideal
Will love you," put in the doctor.
lightly.
IN take care of that, thank you
But when can you start the search?"
What do you say Of tomorrow"
Fine! The sooner the better"
All right. I shall go to the city
with you in the morning and spend the
whole day with you"
his patient and together they took the
elevated for the city. Both looked
eagerly at every young woman in the
car, but none represented the ideal
that had obtained such a mastery over
young Blakesly's mind
The doctor walked slowly through
all the Offices that the young man was
In the habit of freQuenting, but no
where did they find the face.
At noon they made a tour of the res
taurants and inspected the cashiers. as
though they were committee serving
on a beauty contest. Still there was
no sign of the girl
There! That's her!" cried the I'M
fortunate young man, as they turned
back toward the office.
The specialist rushed ahead and
looked at the girl in question. Surely
she nearly answered the description:
but when Blakesly came up and caught
sight Of the face he shook his head
sadly.
They returned to the office and sat
down opposite each other.
Quite an interesting phenomenon"
unused the doctor. 'If she is flesh and
blood we ought to be able to find
her. And you say you see her almost
every day, you are sure; and yet you
cannot place herr"
That's it, sir" answered the young
man, blankly.
HUM shall have to think this
matter over some more" decided the
doctor, leaving the young man, cross
ing to the window and staring bIankly
out of It.
ooh, Blakesly!" the specialist cried.
turning from the window.