The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1916-12-20
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A Novel
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/ ing 10 him. lie don't favor Baum.
bach's often. Too busy patching
up the nervous wrecks that are
washed up on his shores"
The tall figure In the doorway
was glanclng from table 20 table,
nodding here and there 10 an ac-
( qualntance. Then his eyes met
mine. and felt the blood rushing
TO my face as he came swiftly over
to our table and took my hand 10
his.
80 you have discovered Baum
/ bach's," he said. May ! have my
coffee and cigar here with your
"Blackie hero is responsible for
my being initiated into the sticky
mysteries OF Baumbach's. You
know one another. believe7"
The two men shook hands across
tho table There was something
forced and graceless about the act
I'm tn gink YOU killed of two
or three years back" Blackie ex-
planned.
II remember you perfectly" Won
Gerhard returned. courteously. a
rejoice to see that was mistaken"
Well" drawled Biackie. a wick
ed CLEAN In his black eyes. I'm
some r DICED m'self. old top. An
gel wings and a white kimono,
worn bare-footy, would 20 soma
rotten with my Spanish style Of
beauty. what? Didn't know tina,
you and m'dame friend here wss
acquainted. Known each other
| long,"
felt myself flushing again.
81 knew Dr. Won Gerhard back
home. I've scarcely seen him since
> have been here. Famous special
. lists can't be bothered with middle.
aged relatives OF their college
friends. can they. Herr Doktor?"
And now II was Won Gerhard's
face that flushed.
You know that what you say is
not true" he said. slowly.
Well. we won't bubble. We
we were Just about TO leave.
weren't We. Blackie?"
Just" ssid Blackie. rising. "Sor-
~ L see you drinkin' Baumbach's
coffee. Doc. II amt fair { your
patients"
quite right" replied Won Ger
hard; and rose with us. Il shall
not drink IT, shall walk home
with Mrs. Orme instead II she will
allow me. That will be more stini-
ulating than coffee. and twice as
dangerous. perhaps. but"
You know how | hate that sort
OF thing" / said, coldIy, as we
passed from the warmth OF the lit.
tie front shop. The little black
and-gilt sign swung and creaked in
the wind. Whimsically. and with
the memory OF that last crea m
filled cake fresh in my mind, | sa-
luted the letters that spelled
Franz Baumbach."
Biaekie chuckled impishly. Just
the same. try a pinch OF soda BIZ
carb'nate when you get home.
Dawn he advised Well. I'm off
10 the factory again Got { make
up for time wasted on m lady
friend. Auf wiedersehen."
| And the little figure In the
checked top-coat trotted off.
But he called you-Dawn,'
broke from Won Gerhard.
Mum. ! agreed. My namea
Dawn"
Surely not to him. You have
known him but a few weeks.
would not have presumed
| "Blackie never presumes," I
laughed. "Blackie's just-Blackie.
Imagine taking offense at him.
He knows every one by their given
name, from 10. the boss OF the
pressroom. 20 the Chief. who i'm.
ports his office coats from London.
Besides. Blackie and / are news
paper men. And people don't
scrape and bow in a newspaper
office You're Just angry because
he called you Doc"
Small one" said Won Gerhard.
in his quaint German idiom, I'VE
VIII not quarrel. you and I. IL /
have been neglectful II was because
| edged tools were never a chosen
playthlng OF mine. Perhaps your
little Blackie realizes that he need
have no fear OF such things, for
the Great Fear is upon him"
The Great Fear, You meant
Il mean that there are too many
fine little lines radiating from the
corners of the sunken eyes. and
that his hand-clasp leaves a mois-
ture in the palm. Come. We will
change the subject to something
more cheerful. yes? Tell me, how
grows the book?"
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