The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1942-03-27
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Nv HENRY sELlAMANN

wore a look Of psueht misery
ALI but one. He was a Young
man who had stepped from the
chicago express Just IN time to
catch the Kings Row local. He
attracted some attention as he
attended to the transfer Of con-
siderable luggage, all of 1t
tagged and bespotted with for
eign labels
At IN. station he looked with
some surprise at the new brick
building. The old one had been
of wood. painted hideous smoke
gray He glanced about him.
half expecting TO see some tamil-
lar faces.
Hack, sir ,"
yes. Yes. please"
where to ?"
why - the Central Hotel.
There is still Central Hotel, I
suppose
Yes. STREE. Only one, in fact.
Dis way, sub"
The rather decrepit hack
swung around the corner and
clattered along lower Union
street.
At the hotel desk. q thin
mousy-looking clerk bowed with
an imitation of briskness.
I'D like a suite. please"
Suite ?"
Yes. Sitting room, bedroom,
bath"
"Well-we haven't exactly got
that kind of an arrangement.
could throw two rooms together
for you"
He watched as the newcomer
wrote: DIR. Paris Mitchell, VII
emma"
The clerk turned the register
around, wrote a number opposite
the name. Here, boy, take DR..
Mitchells baggage to 217. CO.
ing to 60 into practice here,
Doc ?"
AT the State Hospital"
"Sure enough! Doctor at the
asylum. Ell? Well we'll"
Send the baggage up. I'm
going out first too look
around"
Out on the sidewalk Paris
stopped and slowly drew on his
gloves. Two men sitting in split
bottom rocking chairs just out
side the hotel door stared and
glanced at each other. When
Paris walked away one of them
spoke slowly. Say. did you see
that fellow. putting on gloves ?"
"Gloves-in August"
"Dr. Mitchell Used to live
here Paris Mitchell"
What's he wearing gloves
for"
Hes been living over In Eur
OPEN Vienna, for five years.
Maybe that's the style over there.
Going to be doctor over at the
asylum"
well, now! Government job
to start off on"
Yep"
Paris walked across the
square. At the corner he paused
and thought a moment. Yes,
Cedar street, that was the short
est way to Randy's house. He
walked slowly, as if some re-
luctance stayed his feet.
He had thought so often OF
coming home. Now he was here.
This was Kings Row. He looked
east and west on the cross street.
This shabby, dingy looking
street. village A strange
heaviness settled on his heart,
and with il came a quick. keen
wave OF inconsistencies for
Vienna.
Paris"
"Randy-my dear"
"Oh, Paris, I'm SO glad to
see you"
Drake ,"
Randy had just started out
when she met Paris. She swung
the white-painted gate open
again. Come on in. Drake will
be crazy, he'll be so glad to see
you"
How is ne ," Paris caught
her arm and held back as they
came TO the door. How is he
really"
Randy looked away, then back
again. Her eyes dimmed a lit
lie. i don't really know. Paris.
A~oAiN huOW. he seems
more like himself lately. But
can't tell"
Randy opened the door.
Drake shrank back a little
into his pillow. anG with an in
sunctive gesture ne pulled the
sheet up under his chin.
Drake
Paris held tight to brakes
hsnd and looked down into the
deeply Swallowed eyes.
Drake"
Drake moved his lips. but no
WORD came. His face was like a
mask Of thin stone. He shifted
little like an embarrassed child
and turned his face away.
Paris sat down on the edge
OF the bed and laid his cheek
marc against Drakes.
Randy backed out Of the door
and closed 1t behind her. She
went to the kitchen and sat down
IN a low chair behind the stove.
Mary. blessed Mother Of Cod