Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1932-01-28

Mothcrwell assured him. "But why
give everything up7 Can't all this
wear Off, grow orr She Ia young, she
has superb health, nature Is on her
side. Why white wlgf"
"she Is forty-slx years old" said
schaffncr quietly. ut Is no use. The
game is played"
"A.a-ah!" Motherwell whistled slow.
ly. "The deuce, you say!" He slipped
his coffee.
"That-that mikes difference,
doesn't tn" he said.
ut makes such difference Mr..
Wells" Schnffner returned slowly,
marking each word on the palm Of
his left hand with the fingers Of his
right, "that Mr.. Crandall White will
never lay eyes on his wife again, II
you wish my opinionl"
Motherwell regarded him thought.
fully.
"You mean"
II mean that she looks at all this
from very buslnessllke point Of view,
Mr.. Wells. She knows her husband
very we'll, Of course. You can't deny
that Well, she knows what he mar
rIed her for. That's all"
"Oh |" said Motherwell, II see."
"She has told the professor how It
stands and he has told me. don't
talk with her much, you see. He's de.
voted to her, Mr.. Wells. There's
nothing he wouldn't do. Just think
what she has done for hlm He says
he owes everything to her--and, In a
way, he does. He might never have
got his chance, without her. Lots Of
people don't, you know!"
" know"
"As she put 1t to him: would Mr..
White, that could have married any.
body, practically, In Europe or Amer.
lea, have picked out a woman Of
thirty-nine, with gray halr1 That was
what she was, you know. It's hard to
know how any man would take such
q blowout man like thatl She
couldn't face 1t. How many women
could?"
II don't know" said Motherwell, "
don't know, Schaffner, honestlyp
Exactly. You don't know"
The Doctors voice grew thick and
drowsy.
swell, she does know. And she'd
rather he remembered her. She's NIL
through. She says we can't do any.
thing, and she's right, we can't. 1t
grows so deep over the forehead--you
take her away-nothing can affect her
skin, now--you can't live on coffee
He was drunk with fatigue.
As Motherwell studied his worn
face in silence, half scornful, half
pitiful Of his closed eyes, a dumping
step rose on the wooden stairs. Schaff.
ner, asleep new, heard nothing, but
Motherwell listened through the open
door and looked with interest at the
hairy, foreign man who had peered
out at them from the ground floor.
He stood over in the doorway, on
arm in black oilcloth wrlstlet, ex
tended.
"Enfln" he cried In a rough ex
cited growl. "Regardez-moi ca!
ave eetl"
In his hand dangled long tress o
horrid, emerald hair. Half Its lengtl
was fit for Medusa's own head, blu
the lower half was pure, dead white.
"What you sink, eh?" he asked ant
showed it proudly to the young man.
Motherwell stared vaguely at II
then at the sleeping doctor. Shaking
him gently he tried to rouse him.
"Wake up, doctor, wake up!" h
said. you're wanted"
As Schaffner opened his eyes re
! luctantly, the man shook the partl
colored tress before them in silence.
| The Doctors eyes focused slowl!
upon It; his whole tired face lifted
and llghtened as If by magic.
'Whitew he cried incredulously
"Good Cd, he's got white! Do vol
see that2 Do you see it?"
Leaping from his chair, he snatchet
the tress and ran down the hall Il
where the professor sprawled in bill
uncomfortable chair, sunk in sleep.
"Wentzel! Wake up! See wha
we've gotp he called in his ear
"Look at thisl He's got whitel"
In a flash Of recollection, while thu
drowsy man struggled in his chair
Motherwell saw himself at a restau
rant table and heard that voice: "Man
If we could get White, It would b.
worth a million to us!"
He chewed at his lip.
The German stared at the tress
blinking. A slow smile spread ovel
his face.
"Ah!" he said slowly. "Dot's goot
Ferry goot! Ferry goot, indeedtl HI
is goot boy, 'Dolphl Come, now, unt
go down. Bring her down"
Schaffner went into the bedroom
and the professor, with swimming
bloodshot eyes (like the eyes Of {
sick Newfoundland dog, Motherwel
thought) stared at him and talket
brokenly. He seemed to think he wa!
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