SEMI-FICTION
One December evening through which the 19th Century was creeping at last to its grave, a silver-haired gentleman of broken but distinguished appearance made his way from the Grand Avenue Hotel of Enid, Okla., to the corner drugstore. He purchased lilac perfume and headache powders, enough to keep his head steady on "a long trip." Next day the hotel porter thought he heard a groan through the locked door of the old gentleman's chamber. The door was burst in time for a doctor and two others...
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