The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1916-03-24

to reveal his identity. It's occupant
stretched his shoeless feet, as was his
custom, upon the broad window-sill,
flooded by the seasonable warmth Of
sunshine, the while he considered the
ripening mayoralty situation. He
found it highly satisfactory. In the
language of his inner man, 1t was q
cinch.
Below, in Kennard street, solitary
musician plodded. His pretzel-shaped
brass rested against his shoulder. His
upward glance encountered the promi-
nent feet in the third-story window Of
the Under mansion, and rested. Oppo-
site the window he paused. He raised
barked on a perilous sea of notes
from which the tutored ear might have
inferred that once popular ditty.
Egypt"
Love of music was not one of the
Honorable William Iinder's attributes.
An irascible temper was. The master
of the mansion leaped from his rest
full chair. Where his feet had orna-
mented the coping his face now ap-
peared Far out he leaned, and roared
at the musician below:
go away! Move on!"
The musician smiled reassuringly.
81 got already paid for this" he ex-
planned.
Up went the brass to his lips again.
The tonal stairway which leads up to
the chorus of Egypt" rose in rasping
wailfulness. 1t eliminated in an ex-
cessive, uncomfortable, braZen Shrek
and the Honorable William Under ex-
perienced upon the undefended rear
of his person the most violent kick Of
lifetime not always devoted to the
arts of peace. 1t projected him clear
of the window sill. An awning inter-
copied the politicians flight. He passed
through this, penetrated a second and
lay placid on his own front steps with
three ribs caved in and variegated
fracture of the collar bone. BY the
time the descent was ended the Ger
man musician had tucked his brass un-
der 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 policeman.
Come along back. You fer a wit
ness! Come on; you an yer horn"
1T ISIS not horn" explained the
German patiently. lit ISIS B-fiat from
bone"
Along with several million other
readers. Average Jones followed the
Under bomb outrage" through the
scandalized headlines of the local
press. The perpetrator. declared the
excited journals. had been skillful. No
clue was left. The explosion had
taken care of that The police hung
tenaciously to the theory that the mu-
stefan was involved, chiefly because
they had nothing else to hang to. The
explosion had been very localized, the
room not generally wrecked; but the
chair which seemed to be the center
of disturbance, and from which the
Honorable William Under had risen
just in time to save his life. was blown
to pieces, and portion of the flot r
beneath it was shattered. The force
o the explosion had been from above
the floor downward; not up through
the flooring. AS to murderously in
clined foes, Mr.. Under disclaimed
knowledge of any. The notion that
the trombonist had given signal he
derided as an "Old Sleuth pipe-dream."
Average Jones, who was much occu-
pied with a pair of blackmailers OPP
Grating through faxed photographs.
about that time, had almost forgotten
the Under case when. one day. a
month after the explosion, Waldemar
dropped in at the Aston court offices.
He found changed Jones; much thin
ner and finer" than when, eight weeks
before, he had embarked on his new
career. at the newspaper owners in
stance. The young mans color was
less pronounced and his eyes, though
alert and eager. showed rings under
them.
You have found the work interest
ing, | take it" remarked the visitor.
"Ra-ather," drawled Average Jones
approximately. You haven't run
across any promising ads lately. have
your"
Waldemar's wide. fiorid brow wrin-
killed..
Il haven't thought or dreamed OF
anything for a month but this internal
bomb explosion. 1t makes Linder's
nomination certain. Persecution. At.
tempted assassination. He becomes a
near-martyr."
They let the musician go. didn't
they?"
Yes. There was absolutely no proof
against him. except that he was in the
street below. Besides, he seemed
quite lacking mentally"
well. if I needed an accomplice. -
said Average Jones thoughtfully. 81
wouldn't want any better one than a
half-witted man. Did he play well?"
"Atrociously. And if you know what