Bow & Bridge Violin and bow makers, as the old books printed them

Scan 6

Blue Book v038 n04 [1924-02], 1924

10 lines. Read by computer on 17 September 2026. No printed page number was found. See the scan on archive.org.

1At the Cafe des Princesses
2By CHARLES SAXBY
3A moving and powerful story of a young American's strange adventure in the Constantinople of today—the wildest, wickedest city in all the world. Mr. Saxby is himself a world-rover, who has worked and fought in many out-of-the-way corners of Europe and Africa.
5It was the Breskaya, circling between the tables with an entertainer's impudence, who first noticed him. Merely a slim, brown-faced lad, hesitating in the doorway, a lad certainly under twenty, clad in neat blue serge. Being a woman, it was his eyes at which she first looked, for they were large, deeply set, and of an almost luminous gray.
7Probably he was English, she thought. Then she doubted, for he seemed too unconscious of himself. She wondered who he might be and what he might be doing in that seething post-war Constantinople. Why he was at the Café des Princesses was probably more easily answered, especially with the furtive face of Marco, the Italian tout, peering over his shoulder. To the alert, the place reeked of answers, many and strange.
9Within the place swam in a fog compounded from cigarette-smoke, hot food, chatter and perfume. It coiled up about the unshaded lights, and was beaten into visible eddies by the clamor of the orchestra. But outside, the first north wind of the winter was shredding the yellowed sycamore leaves, and sending people to shelter from its Black Sea chill. Under her professional pertness, Breskaya's imagination wandered to that outer darkness. Frowsy Galata and the tenements of Top Haneh all about; then the Golden Horn, its waters a glittering black under the new

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