The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1916-05-11
CHAPTER xxvii--contInued.
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there was scarcely a fi~ngernail left in
fhe profession. and frightsned-eyed
copy boys hid behind doors. Sud
aeniy a duzen telegraph operators. In
as many offices, jumped from their
aesks. as II they had been touched at
the same instant by a powerful cur
rent from their instruments, and shout
Oh varying phrases, q composite OF
which would be nearest expressed by:
Let 'er so!"
IL had been eight o'clock in the eve
ning In New York when Gerald Eos
iand'had first given out his informa.
tion. and at that moment II was a. m.
IN Berlin. At 3 a. m, Berlin time,
which was 10 p. m. in New York, the
Baron Won Slachten. who had been de-
talned by an unusual stress OF diplo-
matte business strolled to his favorite
cafe. At 1905 the Baron Won Slach.
ten became the most thought about
man In his city, but the metropolitan
press OF Berlin is slightly fettered and
more or less curbed, and there are
certain formalities to be observed. II
ID probable, therefore, that the baron
might have gone about his peaceful
way Tor two or three days, had not a
TOOL American. In the advertising
branch OF n OF the New York pa
pers. In an entire ignorance OF decent
rormaIties. walked straight out Inter
Der Linden, to Baron Won Slachten's
favorite cafe, and. picking out the
baron at q table with four bushy-
raced friends, made this cheerful re-
mark. In the manner and custom OF
Journalists In his native land:
Well. . baron, the International
transportation company has con
fessed. Could you give me a few
words On the subject?"
The baron. who had been about to
drink a stein of beer. set down his half
Hter and stared at the young man
blankly. His face turned slowly yell
low. and he rose.
Lass bleiben." the baron ordered
the handy persons who were about TO
remove the cheerful advertising repre-
sentative and i~ncarcerate him for
HE, and then the baron walked stol.
Idly out OF the cafe. and rode home.
and wrote for an hour or SO, aud ate
q heavy early breakfast. and returned
70 his study. and obligingly shot him
self.
fhis was at seven a. m, Berlin time,
which was two q. m. In New York;
and owing to the nervousness of an
old woman servant. the news reached
New York at three a. m. and the big
wheels began to 60 around.
Where was Edward Il. Allison?
There was nothing the free and entire
ty uncurbed wanted to know so much
as that; but the [. and e. u. was
doomed to disappointment In that one
stumbled down the steps Of the Sar-
gent house. Allison was aware of the
hideous thing he had done; aware, too,
that Jim Sargent was as violent as
good-natured men are apt to be. This
thought. II must be said in justice to
Allison. came last and vent away
drst. II was from himself that he
tried to run away. when he shot his
runabout up through the park and
into the north country. and, by devious
roads. to a place which had come to
him as II by inspiration; the Willow
club. which was only open In the sum
mertime. and employed a feeble old
earetaker in the winter. To this haven.
bleak and cold as his own numbed
soul. Allison drove In mechanical
firmness. and walked around to the
kitchen. where he found old Peabody
smoking q corncob pipe, and labori-
eusly mending a pair of breeches.
Allison went into the office and
closed the door after him. 1t was
damp and chill In there. but he did not
notice It. He sat down In the swivel
chair behind the lat top desk and
rested his chin In his hands. and
stared out Of the window at the bleak
and dreary landscape. just within his
range of vision was q lonely little
creek. Swallowed by a m~ournful droop-
fng willow which had given the club
tts name, and In the wintry breeze II
waved its long tendrils against the
feaden gray sky. Allison fixed his eyes
on that oddly beckcping tree and
strovs 70 think. Old Peabody came
pottering in. and with pany q clang
and cIatter buflded q nre In the capa,
eious Dutch stove; with . longing
glance at Allison. for he was starved
with the hunger q talk. he went out
again.
At dusk he once more opened the
door. Allison had not moved. He
still rat with his chin in his hands.
hooking ont At that weirdly waving
willow. Old Peabody thought that he
must be asleep. until he tiptoed up at
Ne side. Allison's gray eyes. unbIink-
me-. were staring straight ahead. with
20 @~Dressicn - them. II was a II
shsy had t1<ne1 20 glass. l1u'
-Excuss ne Mr.. Allison. Chicken
~ steakf l ct EN- both. one for sup
pr and one fog breakfast" 8
Allison turned slowly part Wsy ~
wards Peabody; not entirely.
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