EASTWARD HO!
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and enclosing some lines of introduction to his brother, Heinrich, in Berlin.
"I haven't seen Heinrich for years, in fact not since I was a young lad," added Martin Wedekind. "I did not like him then; he was the regular Prussian incarnation of beef and brawn and damn your neighbors' feelings and your neighbors' pet corns. I don't think that thirty-odd years in the army have improved him any. But he is a colonel of cavalry, and since you are going to Europe, you might as well see all the phases of life there. God bless you, my boy!"
Tom hoarded the North German Lloyd liner Augsburg at noon, on Saturday.
An hour or two later, the steward handed him a telegram from Spokane.
It read:
"Don’t sell the Yankee Doodle Glory.
"(Signed) Wedekind."
