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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 21, 1913, NOON EDITION, Image 20

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OUR SATURDAY SHORT LOVE STORY
BRICKDUST ROW BY O. HENRY
Illustrated Especially for This Newspaper by Dan Sayre Croesbeck.
(Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co.)
' Blinker was displeased. A man of
less culture and poise and wealth
would have sworn. But Blinker al
ways remembered that he was a gen
tleman a thing that no gentleman
should do. So he merely looked bor
ed while he rode in a hanson to the
center of disturbance, which was the
Broadway office of Lawyer Oldport,
agent for the Blinker estate.
( "I don't see," said Blinker, "why
I should be always signing confound
ed papers. I am packed and was to
have left for the North Woods this
.morning. Now I must wait until to
morrow. I hate night trains. My best
'razors are, of course, at the bottom
of some unidentifiable trunk. It is a
jplot to drive me to bay rum and a
monologueing barber. Give me a pen
,that doesn't scratch. I hate pens that
-scratch."
: "Sit down," said double-chinned,
fgray Lawyer Oldport. "The worst
has not been told you. Oh, the hard
' ships of the rick! The papers are
'not yet ready to sign. They will be
;laid before you tomorrow at eleven.
rYou will miss another day. Twice
'shall the barber tweak the helpless
bj nose of a Blinker. Be thankful that
KS fyour sorrows do not embrace a hair
ing cut"
;r "If." said Bhnker. rising, "the act
6dld not involve more signing of pa
mpers I would take my business out of
ryour hands at once. Give me a cigar,
please."
"If," said Lawyer Oldport, "I had
cared to see an old friend's son gulp
ed down at one mouthful by sharks
I would have ordered you to take it
away long ago. Now, let's quit fool
jJng, Alexander. Besides the grinding
task of signing your name some
thirty times tomorrow, I must im
pose upon you the consideration of
a matter of business of business,
and I may say humanity or right I
spoke to you about this five years
ago, but you would not listen you
were in a hurry for a coaching trip,
I think. The subject has come up
again. The property"
"Oh, prqperty!" interrupted Blink
er. "Dear Mr. Oldport, I think you
mentioned tomorrow. Let's have it
all at one dose tomorrow signa
tures and property and snappy rub
ber bands and that smelly sealing
wax and all. Have luncheon with
me? Well, I'll try to remember to
drop in at eleven tomorrow morn
ing." ;
The Blinker" wealth was in lands,
tenements and hereditaments, as the
legal phrase goes. Lawyer Oldport
had once taken Alexander in his litr.
tie pulmonary gasoline runabout to
see the many buildings and rows of
buildings that he owned in the city.
For Alexander was sole heir. They
had amused Blinker very much. ,The
houses looked so incapable of pro
ducing the big sums of money that
Lawyer Oldport kept piling up hi
banks for him to spend.
' In the evening Blinker went to one
of his clubs, intending to dine. No
body was there except some old fo
gies playing whist. Everybody was
out of town. But here he was kept
in like a schoolboy to write his name
over and over on pieces of paper.
His wounds were deep.
Blinker turned his back on the fo
gies and said to the club steward,
who had come forward with some
nonsense about cold fresh salmon
roe:
"Symqns, I'm going to Coney Is-
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