The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1916-12-20

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But a pail OF bewilderment was
slowly settling over Rosles erst.
while smiling face. Her plump
shoulders went up In a helpless
rhrug.. and she turned her round
blue eyes appealing TO Blackie.
Was meint sic alleH?" she asked.
SO began all over again. with
the assistance Of Blackie. We went
into minute detail. We made elab-
crate gestures. We drew pictures
OF our desired goodies on the mar.
ble.toppcd table, using a softlead
pencil. Rosis's countenance wore
n distracted look. In desperation |
was about TO accompany her to the
crowded shop. there TO point out
my chosen daintiea. when suddenly.
as they would put II here. a light
went over her.
'Ach. yes-s.ss' Sic wollten viel.
leicht abgeruhrter Gugelhopf haben.
ind auch Schaumtorte, und Bis.
marcks, und Honchen NIT cream
gefullt. nicht?"
Certainly" | murmured, quite
crushed. Roschen waddled merrily
off 10 the shop.
Blackie was rolling "A cigaret. He
ran his funny little tongue along
the edge OF the paper and glanced
up at me In glee. Don't bother
about me-" he generously observed.
Just set still and let the atmos-
/ phere soak in"
Solemnly turned 20 him.
"Blackie Griffith. these people do
not even realize that there is any
thing unusual about this"
Sure not. that's the beauty OF
g. They don't need TO make no
artificial atmosphere for this place:
II Just grows Wild. like dandellons.
Everybody comes hero for their
coffee because their aunts an
| uncles and Grossmutters and Gross
papas used L come. and come yet
II they're Twin! An. after all,
what is Il but a little German
bakery"
But O. wise Herr Baumbaclr
down In tho kitchen, o, subtle
Frau Baumbach back OF the desk"
said |. "Others may 1T their shops
with mirrors. and cut glass chan.
| dellers and Oriental rugs and ma.
hogany. but YOU sit sereneiy by,
and you smile and you change
nothing"
Fine" applauded Blaekle.
You're on. And here comes
| Rosie"
Rosie. the radiant. placed on the
table cups and sauoers ~ an un.
believable thickness. Napkins there
we're none. was TO learn that
fingers were rid OF any clinglng
remnants OF cream or crumb by
the simple oxpedient OF licking
I them.
Blackle emplied his pitcher oil
cream into his cup OF black. black
coffee. sugared il. stirred. tasted
and then with a wicked CLEAN In
his black eyes he lifted the heavy
cup 10 his lips and took a long
gurgling mouthful.
"Blackie." Missed. III you dc
that again ! shall refuse to speak
10 you,'
do what" demanded he, all In.
/ iured innocence.
Shuttle up your coffee like
that"
why. girl. that's tn proper way
4 drink coffee here. Listen [
every body else. Calm yerself an
try a Bismarck"
I picked mp one OF the flaky con.
fections and eyed It in despair
l There were no plates except that
on which the cakes reposed
How does one eat them?" ! in.
CURED.
"Yuh don't really cat EN-. be.
cause as soon's you bite in at one
end wy the custard stuff slides out
at the other. an no human mouth
en- be two places at oncet. Shut
your eyes. girl. an just wade in"
waded In silence devoured
every bit down To the last crumb
and licked the sickness off my
fingers.
I'm coming here every day"
announced.
Better not. Ruin your complex.
ion and turn all your lines into
| bumps"
Il don't care" replied, reckless
! ~. Now tell mo about some OF
these people. Who is the funny
little man In the checked suit with
the black braid trimming. and the
green crsvat. and the white spsts,
and the tan hat and the eye
glasses?"
Amt them tn dizzy habili-
ments?" A note OF envy crept into
Blackie's voice. His name is
Hugo LADDERS. Used t be a re.
porter on the Germania. but he's
reformed and gone into advertiser
where there's real money. He's
/ been coming here ever afternoon
| for twelve years, has a cup of cof-
fee. game of chess, and a pow-wow
with bunch of cronies. Next"
Who's the woman with the
! leathety complexion and the I'M
tidy hair? like her face. And
why does she sit at table with
all those strengthening men
And who are all the men? And
who is the fur-lined grand opera
tenor Just coming in OH"
Blacllic glanced over his shoulder
Just as the tall man in the door
way turned his face toward us.
That? Why. girl. that's Won Ger
/ hard. Look at everybody kowtow-