The evening world., 1920-06-01

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Prof. Salwlck rubbed at the thin
hair on the top OF his head. made a
futile attempt TO straighten his
stopped shoulders. and squinted at
his spectacles to make sure they were
polished properly.
"On second thought" he told him
self. 1T is not the wind blowing
against the window. 1t is the result
of violence being applied y the case
lnent."
He did not turn out the light. He
put on his spectacles. made sure that
they rested lightly on the sore spot
on his nose, and then arose and
stretched out his arms. He was not
| "A large man-perhaps five feet six
/ inches tall-and his general appear
ance indicated brains rather than
| Drawn. But, early in his college days,
/ Prof. James Xenophon Salwick had
J been assured by an elderly lecturer,
/ who looked as II he had both feet in
! the grave ~ to his knees. that a
I brain worker could achieve great
/ heights only by keeping his body in
/ suit able cOndition-and Prof. SalwiCk
| had done just that. Ono corner OF his
bedchamber was miniature gymna-
stun.
/ So he stretched his arms and nexed
{ his muscles, and then adjusted his
spectacles again and stepped to the
door, He pulled back one OF the
curtains and made his way into the
bedroom, and there he stopped to
stem.
1T is evident" he told himself
that some misguided individual has
! invaded my poor apartment"
- f,I Il
then he reached out and turned the
knot Of the door that openeo into his
| liyi.g room. The door itself was
| ope, I'D an inch at u time, and
cautiously, until there was space
enough for the Professor to slip
| through. This he did, silently, his
| senses alert. He continued along the
wall until he reached the light
switch. And he snapped on the
| lights.
Brute Wuger whirlcd from the
desk he had been investigating with
! the aid Of an electric torch. He
snarled like rat at bay. He wore
no mask and the Professor got an
instant look at his face. 1t was a
| brutal face: the eyes were small and
black and glittering, and set too close
together, the ears extended from the
head, and the head itself was shaped
adorned 1t. but the hair was closely
cropped. Professor Salwick rubbed
his chin thoughtfully with one hand,
and bent forward to regard the In
truder carefully.
"Irm, An Interesting speclmen" he
declared. aloud. IT always have
maintained that violence Is an attli-
butte OF a certain type Of the human,
as craftiness is Of another. The char
acteristics are really as inseparable
AS"
"Well?" Brute Wilger snarled.
The Professor cleared his throat.
at take 1t that you are a-er-crim-
inal?"
who? Me? I'm colectin' for a mis-
sionary society DO! Not wantin' to
disturb youse. l fought Id just take
your little contribution without any
wastin' Of words"
Most remarkable" the professor
declared. VIII you be kind enough to
fsit DOWN."
IT fought this was an apartment
house, but l guess it's a nut fac
tory"
Upon my word you use peculiar
language" said Prof. Salwick. DO
sit down-do"
And rest easy while you calls the
cops? Where do youse tink I'm
| from"
why. I haven't the slightest idea,
nv dear slr!" the Professor assured
him. Il am native of Pennsylvania
myself. And l fail to see how the
| locality of your nativity can interest
us at this moment. DO sit down
| do"
"Youse'u be glad to sit down your
self, like a little man, and let me
fix youse so I'll have chance at a
etawayu Brute" Wilger informed
him. And. IL youse don't I'll just
naturally muSs up this place with
youse"
"Do I gather that you contemplate
violence towards me?" the Professor
| wanted to know.
YOU'D better"
Brute" Wiger had continued TO
approach during the Professors re-
| cital. And now he sprans-swiftly,
silently, his eyes glittering malevo-
lently and his teeth set His gnurled
hands clutched the Professors throat,
his weight struck against the man Of
Brute" Wilger realized. when IL
was too late, that he had made a
mistake. STOPPED shoulders and
spectacles and a knowledge OF some
| thing more than low life did not in
dictate physical weakness, the Brute
| discovered. In some peculiar man
ner. Professor James Xenophon Sal
wick accomplished a neat side-step.
His hands flashed up and grasped
Brute" Wilgers wrists, and he gave
a quick wrench.
Wilger uttered cry OF pain. AS II
left his lips he found himself whired
| around neatly and thrown TO the
| floor. The Professor did something
TO one OF Brute" Wilger's legs and ono
OF his arms, ending by getting toes
| and fingers in such a position that he
| could hold the Brute helpless with
one hand. The Brute tried to move
! once and knew excruciating pain
and did not try again,
"As / was saying" continued Tho
Professor, KINDLY have some respect
| for the English language. And,
should you attempt violence again.
| shall feel compelled TO deal harshly
with you. now am going to let you
\ up and conduct you to my little
study. We are going to have a con-
versation there, / believe there h a
sandwich remaining from my mid
night luncheon, IL you are hunBryG
Brute" Wilger SGT uD when aha