The Dickson County herald. (Dickson, Tenn.) 1907-1979, 1916-02-11
CHAPTER xxvil--censInusd.

- newspaper men 10 worried ana ais
esasaed. and generally consumed with
aAs mad passion Of restraint. that
sMese was scarcely fngernail left In
sse prOfession. and frightenedeyed
ssapy bOys bid behind doors. Sud
ssAHiy q dozen telegraph operators. In
sa saany Offices. jumped from their
~sssas. IN n they had been touched at
sssa same instant by q powerful cur.
xrEnf frosa their instruments. and shout.
"sss varying phrases. a composite Of
yMNsch world b. nearest expressed by:
~fst YER go,"
" Aaa been eight o'clock In the eve
xsfAx tn New York when Gerald Fos.
Aatnd had nrst given out bis informa-
szms. and at that moment II was q. IN.
1a hegiia. At a. m, Berlin time,
nairh was 10 p m. In New York. the
Nzszsa von Slaehten. who had been de-
sezsz<sa BY an unusual stress OF dIplo-
snsssc business strollsd to his fayorite
@ssss At a:0s the Baron Won slach-
<san eerans the most thought about
fDaa In his city but the metropolitan
prsss Of Berlin ls slightly fettered and
sDnre or less curbed, and there are
'srssfain formallties to be observed II
Va pvobahle. therefore, that the baron
azzAsht have gene about bis peaceful
sr&E fer sSsss sssissT s.r 81 ~, iaa,l' rot 4
To0l American. In the advertising
@~nAc3i of one Of the New York pa.
'prrs, IN mn entire ignorance OF decen,
ToTnllities. walked straight out Inter
stF-i Linden. 10 Baron .oa Slachteu's
RsSoriie cafe, and, picking out the
narnn at a table with four bushy.
TaeeH friends. made this cheerful re-
snark. In the manner and custom OF
toarnailsts IN his native land;
We'll. baron. the International
transportation company has con.
Hesasi Could YOU give me few
s~cwds on tho subjoct?"
The baron. who had been about 10
tfrtEk stein OF beer set down his half
Asrr and stared at the young man
biAnkiy His face turned slowly yel.
knw, and he rose.
lass bleiben." the baron ordered
the handy persons who were about to
sszove the cheerful advertising repre-
asatative and incarcerats him for
RE. and then the baron walked stol.
stfy out of the cafe, and rode home.
and wrote for an hour or so, and ate
q heavy early breakfast. and returned
On his study. and obligingly shot him,
4rif.
This was at seven a. m. Berlin time.
'~hich was two A. m. I'm New York;
snd owing TO the nervousness OF an
-Ssad woman servant the news reached
A~w York at three a, m. and the big
's@hScis began TO so around
Whore was Edward ". Allison,
There was nothing the free and entire.
ty uncnrbed wanted to know 40 much
sw that: but tho T. and Q. u was
.sisSmed to disappointment Ia that one
-zissaire OF Its heart Even as he had
stumbled down the steps OF the Sar.
gent house. Allison was aware OF the
hiahrous thing no had done. aware. too,
mat Jim Sargent was as violent as
good natured men are apt 10 be- THIS
s.sssssssgh:, &: must be said In Justice to
Nilsson. came last and went away
sgsf. II vas from himself that be
~vicd TO run away. when no shot his
vaaabout up through the park and
frto the north country, and. by devious
ssxads. TO a place which had come to
nina as IL by inspiration: the Willow
Club. which was only open In the sum
fusrtIme. and employed feeble old
Stasetaker In the winter. To this haven.
nleax and cold as his own numbed
s@r3i. Allison drove In mechanical
'fsrsaness. and walked around to the
sisrhen. whore he found old Peabody
szokinx corucob pipe. and labori.
sMs~iy mending pair OF brooches
Allison went into the Office and
>arRp~cd the door after him. II was
<s~mp and chill! In there, but he did not
nsstcc II. He sat down in the swivel
CHAIR behind the fiat top desk and
rx,sted his chin In HIS hands, and
asarcd out OF the window ut the bleak
nmd dscary landscape. Just within his
rwrgc OF vision was lonely little
ssrwsrk. Swallowed by mournful d-oop-
ting willow which had given tie club
xss name. and In the wintry breeze It
wzv~d its long tendriis against the
lAs&sicn gray sky. Allison fixed his eyes
an that oddly heckon,ng tree and
ssrcse 20 think Old Peabody came
uasrvsng in, and with many clang
sod chatter huilded q fire In the capa
afsas Butch fiove: with n longing
xssnce at Allison, FOR he was starved
wsrh the hunger Of talk, be went out
aasan
AT dusk he once rlere opened the
eAxw Allison had not moved. He
mtisi aat with his chin in his hands,
Esnking out al that weirdly waving
@fxhr~ Old Peabody thought that he
gnnAst be asleep autil he tiptoed W at
tgae side. Allisons gray eyes, nne'tnk-
ann, were staring straight ahead, with
nu expression In them II was as II
sNry had turned TO glass.
Excuse me, Mr.. Allison Chicken
or steakf 90, EN- both. one for sup,
ger and one for breakfast.
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