The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1912-03-15

The gray man nodded, and
walked away, musing.
"Egbert, the traction boss" ex-
planned Waldemar Were gen.
orally on opposite sides, but this
time we're both against Under.
Egbert wants a cheaper man for
mayor. Iuwant a straight one.
And / could get him this year If
Under wasn't so well fortified.
However. to get back to our pro-
ject, Mr.. Jones"
Get hack to 1t they did with
such absorption that when the
groop broke up, several hours lat
er, Average Jones was committed.
by plan and rote, to the new and
| hopeful adventure of Life.
The Honorable William Linder
sat at five p. m. of an early sum-
mer day, behind lock and bolt. The
third floor front room of his or
nate mansion on Brooklyn's Park
Slope was dedicated to peaceful
thought. Sprawled in a huge and
softly upholstered chair at the
window, he took his ease in his
house. The chair had been a re-
cent gift from an anonymous ad-
mirer whose political necessities
the Honorable Mr.. Linder idly
surmised, had not yet driven him
to reveal his identity. Its occu'
pant stretched his shoeless feet
as was his custom, upon the broad
window-sill, flooded by a season.
able warmth of sunshine, the
while he considered the ripenine
mayoralty situation. He found II
highly satisfactory. In the Ian
guage of his inner man, it was q
cinch.
Below, in Kennard street, sol
itary musician plodded. His pref
zel-shaped brass rested against
his shoulder. He appeared to be
the scout" of one of those pre-
Ivalent and melancholious German
bands, which, under Brooklyn's
easy ordinances, are privileged to
draw echoes of the past writing
from their forgotten recesses. The
man looked SLOWLY about him as II
apprising potential returns. His
gravid glance encountered the
pTOHiiHeut lect III Ihc I'M VI otoiJ
window of the Under mansion.
and rested. He moved forward,
Opposite the window he paused.
He raised the mouthpiece to his
lips and embarked on perilous
sea of notes from which fse tutor
ed ear might have inferred that
once popular ditty, Egypt.
Love of music was not one OF
the Honorable William Linder's
attributes. An irascible temper
was. OF all instruments the B-flat
trombone possesses the most
|nerve-jarring tone. The master of
the mansion leaped from his rest
full chair. Where his feet had
ornamented the coping his face
now appeared. Far out he leaned
and reared at the musician be-
low. The brass throat blared
back at him, while the soloist, his
eyes closed in the ecstasy of art,
brought the verse" part of his
selection to an excruciating con-
lclusion, half a tone below pitch.
Before the chorus there was a
brief pause for effect. In this
pause, from Mr.. Linder's open
face a voice fell like falling star.
Although it did not cry Excel
sior," its Outpour of vocables
might have been mistaken, by a
casual ear, for that clarion call.
What the Honorable Mr.. Under
actually shouted was:
Observation-Disclosures"
Tho ,tptnrpoI m III n
and vacant face.
What you say?" he inquired in
a softly Teutonic accent.
The Honorable William Under
made urgent gestures, like a
brakeman.
GO away! Move on"
The musician smiled reassuring-
| y. =.
II got already paid for this, "
he explained.
Up went the brass to his lips
again. The tonal stairway which
leads up to the chorus of Egypt
rose in rasping wailfulness. 1t cul-
minated in an excessive, nuendur-
able, braZen strickland the Hon
orable William Linder experience
ed upon the undefended rear of
his person the most violent kick
of a lifetime not always devoted
to the arts of peace. 1t projected
him clear of the window-sill. His
last sensible vision was the face of
the musician, the mouth absurd
ly hollow and pursed above the
suddenly removed mouthpiece.
Then an awning intercepted the
politicians flight. He passed
through this, penetrated a second
and similar stretch of canvas shad-
ing the next window below, and
lay placid on his own front steps
with three ribs caved in and a
variegated fracture of the collar
bone. BY the time the descent
was ended the German musician
had tucked his brass under his
arm and was hurrying, in panic,
down the street, his ears still
ringing with the conclusion which
had blown the angry householder
from his own front window. He
was intercepted by a running po-
liceman.
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