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There was a gentleness in his face, and a kindly expression in the keenly alert gray eyes of this man who had lived more than four score years and ten; and, withal, a sense of loneliness that appealed to my sympathy. THERE WAS A GENTLENESS IN HIS FACE AND A KINDLY EXPRESSION IN THE KEENLY ALERT GREY EYES OF THIS MAN WHO HAD LIVED MORE THAN FOURSCORE YEARS AND TEN AND WITHAL A SENSE OF LONELINESS THAT APPEALED TO MY SYMPATHY
ast fortnight. It was just two o'clock in the morning when I was aroused from a restful sleep by the vigorous ringing of my door-bell. The untimely disturber proved to be a messenger bearing a note, scrawled almost to the point of illegibility, from an old Norseman by the name of Olaf Jansen. After much deciphering, I made out the writing, which simply said: "Am ill unto death. Come." The call was imperative, and I lost no time in making ready to comply. Perhaps I may as well explain here that Olaf Jansen, a man who quite recently celebrated his ninety-fifth birthday, has for the last half-dozen years been living alone in an unpretentious bungalow out Glendale way, a short distance from the business district of Los Angeles, California. It was less than two years ago, while out walking one afternoon that I was attracted by Olaf Jansen's house and its homelike surroundings, toward its owner and occupant, whom I afterward came to know as a believer in the ancient worship of Odin and Thor. IN THE LAST FORTNIGHT IT WAS JUST TWO O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING WHEN I WAS AROUSED FROM A RESTFUL SLEEP BY THE VIGOROUS RINGING OF MY DOORBELL THE UNTIMELY DISTURBER PROVED TO BE A MESSENGER BEARING A NOTE SCRAWLED ALMOST TO THE POINT OF ILLEGIBILITY FROM AN OLD NORSEMAN BY THE NAME OF OLAF CHANSON AFTER MUCH DECIPHERING I MADE OUT THE WRITING WHICH SIMPLY SAID QUOTE AM ILL UNTO DEATH COME UNQUOTE THE CALL WAS IMPERATIVE AND I LOST NO TIME IN MAKING READY TO COMPLY PERHAPS I MAY AS WELL EXPLAIN HERE THAT OLF CHANSON A MAN WHO QUITE RECENTLY CELEBRATED HIS NINETY FIFTH BIRTHDAY HAS FOR THE LAST HALF DOZEN YEARS BEEN LIVING ALONE IN AN UNPRETENTIOUS BUNGALOW OUT GLENDALE WAY A SHORT DISTANCE FROM THE BUSINESS DISTRICT OF LOS ANGELES CALIFORNIA IT WAS LESS THAN TWO YEARS AGO WHILE OUT WALKING ONE AFTERNOON THAT I WAS ATTRACTED BY OLAF CHANSON'S HOUSE AND ITS HOMELIKE SURROUNDINGS TOWARD ITS OWNER AND OCCUPANT WHOM I AFTERWARD CAME TO KNOW AS A BELIEVER IN THE ANCIENT WORSHIP OF ODIN AND THOR
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