The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1917-07-30

doubt the eyes that he had seen only
closed were as dark and spirited as
her hair was golden.
The next morning he thought OF
more deliberate rescue. At breakfast
he had this plan of action so we'll
thought out, in fact, that to his
mother he appeared not in the least
agitated.
I'm going to brave the lion in his
den," he said. 'I'll go right down this
morning and tell them why l have
come. I'll take the wind out OF their
sails a bit, think
Mrs. Stone turned pale. 1t was such
a surprise to her to think OF going
about SO delicate piece OF business
in such a direct manner. Had it not
been Baldwin who proposed IT sne
would have thought the idea foolish
When Baldwin reached the apart
ment below he was little side-track-
ed from the first. The charming little
woman with golden hair and blue eyes
opened the door and disconnected him
cordially. Then Baldwin recognized
her, not so much as the girl ne had
seen sleeping on her couch the night
before, but as the little sister Abby
of Tod Martin, a one-time college
roommate of his. Only she had
four years before when he had met
her at a dance.
IT knew the lady upstairs was your
mother she told him after she had
ushered him into the small living
room, because 1 heard her tell the
elevator man that her son was coming
home for his vacation and she called
come to see me-"
Yes. Baldwin assured himself, it
was the victim" but where was the
Spanish accent? Where were the
brown Spanish eyes he had pictured
And where were the signs of the suf-
fering thru which she must have
gone?
1t was hard getting back to the
problem he was trying to solve, for
Abigail Martin was full of enthusiasm
enthusiasm over Baldwin and en-
thusiasm over herself. She managed
to find out in five minutes just what
he was doing as a lawyer and that that
he was going to South America.
Chow wonderful" she squealed.
fairly dancing with Joy, "Then we
can talk Spanish together. You see
I have been studying medicine. I get
my degree this summer and I am go
ing to be a sure-ehough doctor. Isn't
that wonderful? And I'm going to
South America, too; mother and ]
together"
win seized this as a possible cue,
"Then," he faltered, perhaps one OF
your patients is here now. have
heard the cries in the court. She
seems to be in great distress"
Abigail shouted with glee. "Oh, thai
is poor old 'Senorita Dolorita' THAI
is what we call the photograph, you
know, 1 taught myself Spanish with
one of those photograph arrange
ments that talk 1t to you, and as was
going to need to understand patients
more than anything else / had q spe
oial set of records made with just this
kind of things that patients say. ApC
! didn't know any one would under
stand. I've been thinking" she sud
South America and I am going VIII,
shouldn't our mothers go together.
| know your mother will miss you
dreadfully, and mine might be lionel,
when I am off on my practice
Wouldn't that be wonderful? Yol
know you were awfully good to lool
me UP the first thing, Away
thought you thought l was a foolish
infant. That's the way you used t.
| treat me-"
BY this time the visions Of the dark
| eyed Spaniard had vanished and Bald
/ win was assuring himself that in al
| the world there was nothing so beau
| tifu1, SO lovely, so intoxicating as tn
blue depths of blue-eyed woman
| eyes.
And that is how it happened tina
when Baldwin Stone set up his shingl
| outside a pretentious white stone will
in Argentina there was a. simila
shingle on the opposite pillar. o.
his were the words, Baldwin Stone
American lawyer" and on the smalle
one, 'Dr. Abigail Martin Stone
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