The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1914-03-01
with thumb-summy cards. and tapping up

with thumb summy cards. and tapping up
| their beer at long intervals.
Poe lounSed up TO the dirty bar vita
! the loose swing of q seafaring man, his
coat thrown back so she could see the
| shirt he had torn and dirtied, that she
might overlook the newness Of the cloth.
Klittenlein," he said In staggering tone
In very low German, having ordered a
drink. IF It's convenient for him to see
me, Id like to say hello. We was
out from Borneo. / know all about the
! sick little daughter OF his-an' the wom-
an; Can 1 see him?,
and bits OF language are universal along
the docks. "But he's sick, too. my
bucho.' she continued in the kind OF Ger
| man Poe had employed,
And | was just goin' to suggest" he
continued. that I'd take him up a bottle
! OF the best sehnapps you've got in the
man, You know. and We've drunk our
whisky together out OF Borneo, many S
the time. TO keep off the fever"
She gave him shrewd,, calculating
handing It TO him with the remark.
! guess you'll do. You're jolly one
for the drink yourseIf-or the woman
wouldn't have rumpled your hair all over
Your head like that Four marks is the
price. and a better drink amt to be had
! IN Heirs Quarter.
/ Christopher Poe gave her a knowing
wink, took the bottle, and paid her, stiii
holding out his hand after she had taken
the money
What Go you want now?" she growled.
expressing TIC grufT good ma ture of her
kind. More drink?'
mo. The key,'
| She looked at him for calculating sec
handed him the heavy iron key and indi-
| Gated the rickety stairs at the end of
the room. Way in the back. right hand
'ide; lPet Poe dolce ro1ea Shs nmt told him
Frau Klittenlein suddenly leaned far
over the bar. and had good look AT
his ack. The American cut to his
German on clothes! Her nose twitched
| in astonishment. He was rum one
| She hurried out from behind the bar
The moment Poe had begun dumping up
The stairs: Her finger was on her hard
| colorless lips as she approa ched the table
| ful of loungers. and said something In
hcarse whisper; whereupon three OF her
| loutlsh guests lurohed from their sea Is.
and sneakcd silently mp the stairs after
| tho man with the seaiaring manner and
! the American clothes.
| Christopher Foe turned the KEY noise
lesslv in the door TO whie:l he had been
| directed. stepped into the bare room and
! as quickly and silently replaced the KEY
and locked the door on the inside All
the time his eyes were watchful The
room was black. there was only pa oh
OF lisbt color at one end. near the vague
y outlined window with drawn blind.
Poe wished he had an electric hand lamp,
! There WAS nothing but his cigar-lighter.
| SO lar his entrance had not been noted.
at least there was no sign OF it, But
| there came sudden CULVER OF that whit
ish mass. and at that instant Poe sue
| ceeded in ignIting his cigar-ligrter and
transferring the light TO candle his
cropping fingers had sought out on a rude
sta nd near br
a low cultural cry burst forth as the
I light shone out The mass OF white
| clothes upheaved. and an ugly black fare
with drawn lips showing cleaning teeth,
and terror rolling white eyehalls burst
| Ing out above, stared at Poe as though
he w were e,,su the devil himself. There came
little closet close beside the bed The
black man trembed, reached covertly
along the wall. and had Ills hand in the
catch to the closet door when Poe walked
quietly toward him and said in French: !:
Don't open that door and let Your
daughter, Rabo. out. Let her stay there
safely. ] noticed the nice little hood and
shawl on the foot Of the bed there as I
There came a grooming cry from within
the closet.