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Professor Fritsch is very handsome, but the girls are terribly afraid of him for he is so strict. His wife is in an asylum and his children live with his mother. He has got a divorce from his wife, and since he has the luck to be a Protestant he can marry again if he wants to. Hella is perfectly fascinated by him, but I'm not in the least. For I always think of Prof.
"Then that's where we'll go!" decided the young reporter, as he hurried back to the auto and told Grace and Fritsch what he had heard. "On to de mountains!" cried the German reporter. "My car is yours! It will climb de biggest hills on der high gear, und ve will catch de scoundrels!" Once more they were off.
"Colonel von Brenda," cried Major von Fritsch at this moment, "it is your turn." "Oh, he is too sentimental!" laughed out Matusch. "Is not that the fact, colonel?" Feodor remained musing and pensive. "It is a woman," said he to himself "perhaps a young and handsome woman like Elise. How if I should try to save her? I have luck at the dice. Well, I will try."
When he got there he ran into a reporter named Fritsch, who worked on a German newspaper. "Dot inventor vos mofed avay," said the German reporter. "Some beoples told me he vos krazy." "Is the house vacant?" asked Larry. "I dink so. Maype ve walk through him, yah?" Larry was willing, and together the pair went into the tenement and upstairs.
As Feodor pressed him with questions, he related how they had formed a compact, and pledged themselves to have their booty and captives in common. "We have caught more than a dozen head, and they have ransomed themselves handsomely," cried Major von Fritsch. "We have just sent out ten of our men again on the chase." "Oh!
Emberg of the new and unexpected turn the case had taken. "Keep right after it, Larry!" said the city editor. "Find Mr. Potter and get the story!" As the Leader reporter turned to go upstairs he saw, entering the hospital, a young man whom he recognized as Hans Fritsch, the German newspaper man he had met at the lonely tenement.
Above the noise made by the two autos the millionaire heard his daughter's voice. He stood up and, leaning over the back of the seat, waved his hand to her. Then one of the men sitting beside him forcibly drew the millionaire down. "Oh! We must get to him!" cried Grace. "They may do him some harm! Hurry, Larry!" "Shove her over a few more notches!" cried Fritsch. "She'll take more gasolene!"
September 29th. Professor Fritsch, the German professor, came to-day for the first time. He is always clearing his throat and he wears gold spectacles. Hella thinks him tolerably nice, but I don't. I'm quite sure that I shall never get an Excellent in German again. Yesterday the new Religion master came for the first time, and I sat alone, for Hella being a Protestant did not attend.
This ignorance, not merely of the art of love but even of the physical facts of sexual love, is marked not only in women, especially women of the middle class, but also in men, for the civilized man, as Fritsch long ago remarked, often knows less of the facts of the sexual life than a milkmaid. It shows itself differently, however, in the two sexes.
If I had known I was to haff a lady I would get a dust coat." "It doesn't matter," replied Grace, her eyes shining with the excitement. "I want to find my father." "Your father?" Then Larry explained. He could safely do so since the German paper did not come out until the morning of the next day, and Fritsch could not "beat" him. Faster speeded the auto.
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