The Tomahawk. [volume] (White Earth, Becker County, Minn.) 1903-192?, 1916-03-30
Is blaring and blatting and"


| about him, an expression of bewildered
and childish surprise on his rabbit
like face.
II am Schlichting," he murmured;
II come to play the B-flat trombone"
"Glad to see you, Mr.. Schlichting,
said Average Jones, leading the way
upstairs. "Sit down.
The visitor put his trombone down
and shook his head with conviction.
1T ISIS the same room, yes" he OBJ
served. But it ISIS not the same gent,
no."
"You expected to find Mr.. Ransom
here? Mr.. Ransom, the gentleman
who employed you to play in the street
in BROOKLYN"
Mr.. Schlichting made large and ex-
pansive gestures. 1T ISIS pleasure to
play for such gent" he said warmly.
"Two dollars day"
"You have played often in Brooklyn?
Where the fat gentleman told you to
stop and fell out Of the Window"
A look Of fear overspread the worn
and innocent face.
II don't go there no more. The po-
lice, they take me-
But you had gone there before?"
mot to play; no."
mot to play? Are you sure?"
The German considered painfully.
There vass no feet in the window"
he explained, Frightening.
Upon that surprising phrase Aver
ago Jones pondered. "You were not to
play unless there were feet in the win
dow" he said at length. "Was that
it,"
The musician assented.
1T does look like signal to show
that Under was in," unused the inter-
rogator. do you know Mr.. Linder?
81 don't know nothing only to play
the B-fat trombone repeated the
other patiently.
"Now, Schlichting," said Average
Jones, 'here is a dollar. Every eve
ming you must come here. Whether
am here or not, there will be a dollar
for you. Do you understand"
b. way of answer the German
reached down and lifted his instru-
ment to his lips.
mo, not for that forbade Average
Jones. "Put it down."
mot to play my B-flat trombone?"
asked the other, innocently hurt. "The
other gent he make me play here al
ways"
"Did he?" drawled Jones. "And he
-er-listened?"
HE listened from out there" The
musician pointed to the other room.
always. And l play Egypt Like
this
mol" said Average Jones, as the
other stretched out hopeful hand.
"He liked it-'Egypt,' said the Ger
man wistfully. Gle said: Bravo! En-
core! Bis!'' Sometimes nine, some
times ten times over play it, the
chorus"
"And then he sent you homer"
"Then sometimes something goes
'sping-g-g-g-g!' like that in the back
room. Then he comes out and I may
go home"
"Um-m," muttered Average Jones
discontentedly. when did you begin
to play in the street,"
"After long time. He take me away
to Brooklyn and tell me. When you
see the feet iss in the window you play
hard!'"
There was a long pause. Then Az
erage Jones asked casually:
Ibid you ever notice big easy chair
here?"
II do not notice nothing. I play my
B-flat trombone"
And there his limitations were es-
tablished. But the old lady had some
thing to add.
cts all true that he said," she con-
firmed.
1.-THE next thing" said Average
Jones, els to find out where that big
easy chair went from here. Can you
help me there?'
The. old lady shook her head. "All
can do is to tell you the nearby truck
man.
Canvass of the local trucking indus
try brought to light the conveyor of
that elegant article of furniture. It
had gone, Average Jones learned, not
to the mansion of the Honorable Will
liam Under, as he had fondly hoped,
but to an obscure address not far from
the navy yard in Brooklyn. To this ad-
dress, having looked up and gathered
in the B-fat trombonist, Average
Jones led the way. The pair lurked
in the neighborhood of the ramshackle
house watching the entrance, until to-
ward evening, as the door opened to
let out a tremulous wreck of man,
palsied with debauch, Schlichting OBJ
served:
"That ISIS him. He bass been drink
ing again once"
Average Jones hurried the musician
around the corner into concealment.
1T comes to this" drawled Average
Jones intently, looking the employee
between his vacuous eyes. Ransom
shipped the chair to Plymouth street
and from there to Linder's house. He