The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1903-12-04

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6sfNsaf5HR manner and a positive
voice. Billy Hartley was
private detective and business was bad
with him. lie had gradually nursed
himself into state OF mind where he
believed that the world did not appre-
ciate him. when n man 80 believes,
the plot invariably begins 20 thicken
into an ominously fatal sort OF stew.
One day MS Billy sat in his room at
the "Grupelli' apartment house, he
peeled the following little sweet po-
tato Of thought and threw It into the
slmmerlng saucepan Of his additional
thought:
81 must bring my detective ability
before the public in n way which will
make marked impression" said he.
He chopped up a logical turnlp or
two. and thoughtfully stirred them in.
"The public does not bring me It's
private cases and so l cannot prove my
worth" he continued. 81 must there
fore fix up n case myself. Now there
are lot Of robberies going on in this
nelghborhood. and the police seem help
less. Why can't whlrl in and catch
these thlevesT
Billy Hartley communed with him
self until he began 20 hate his own
company.
'By the Great Guns OF War! have
itr' he finally exclaimed.
He wrote the following note:
Dear Slr-1f your representative
will be ut the corner OF Broadway and
Eighth street tonight at IL o'clock l
will hand him 500 as agreed. He
must have this letter TO Identify HIM
and the signal will be n sneeze."
Billy Hartley scaled this note. nd
, dressed IL TO himself. wa placed It on
n conspicuous part OF his bureau. on
the envelope he added the words;
"Valuable. In haste"
Billy Hartley tiptoed to the window
and cautiously peered out "Oh, II
the burglars would only call here and
find that letter." he murmured implor'
ingly.
Billy Hartley tiptocd to the door and
listened intently. They'd go for the
500 and then we'd nab them sure,
he continued, IN n sibilant whisper
"why, II would make me famous"
Billy Hartley picked up his hat and
opened the door. He shook an omln'
GUS finger with n warning gesture for
absolute silence and disappeared.
The worlds n stage. Up in one OF
the boxes sat Dame Fortune intclli
gently following Hartley's little Side
play.
'Now I'll Just help this worthy younf
man" remarked the Dame TO herself
and she settled costly down to see this
thing through.
The worlds n stage. The actors are
ready. The prompter Is Mt hand. INT
stringed instruments In the orchestra
are shiverlng out their trembllest mu
sic and n thrilling detective mystery
rapidly begins to unfold itself.
II was night. The stars shone bright
Jimmy Short and Gus Simmons, nj
tired in irreproachable evening dress
wended their devious way up Yves
Forty-slxth street. They had an ute
disregard OF the fight OF the crow
Their faces were bathed in an efu
gent happiness. Their gestures wer
OF the heroic size. They had all tn
envlable appearances OF having dine
10 the tuneful accompaniment OF CORK
that pop and tlnkling glass.
Occasionally Jimmy was stricke
with a CONFUSION OF apopletic merr
ment. "Isn't It easy?" he whispere
to his companion at these times.
ITS almost too easy" replied Gu
wngging his head In reflective mai
ner.
The Bacchanallan procession OF tw
stopped in front OF the "Grupelli
They assembled the steps. One OF thel
lurched inside. The other sat dow
on the door step and softly wept
he unlaced his shoes. A sophlstlcatC
policeman smiled indulgently as
passed.
But now behold n curious thing! II
method and manner OF the reyell
who had lurched inside sudden
changed. His Jag fell from him eve
asa mantle. He rapidly entered all Il
darkened rooms that were unlock'
and rapidly came ont again. In sho
time he reappeared at the street do
and resumed his correct imitation OF
man on Il bat. lie locked arms wi
his watching companion on tho ste
and, striking mp the chasle measu
OF merry roundelay. they contlnu
their winding way to Sixth ayenr
where they disappeared.
In the Great Comedy OF Life II
The accepted fact that one man In
tune plays many parts. but It m