Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1916-03-24

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.
'Rssather," drawled Average Jones
appreciatiyely. You haven't run
across any promising ads lately. have
you?"
Waldemar's wide. forid brow wrin-
kled.
II haven't thought or dreamed OF
anything for 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 thoughtfuIly. Il
wouldn't want any better one than a
half-witted man. Did he play well?"
"Atrociously. And if you know what
a soul-shattering blare exudes from b
fiat trombine-" Mr. WaIdemar lifted
expressive hands
Within Average Jones' overstocked
mind something stirred at the repeti-
ton Of the words "B-fiat trombone"
Somewhere they had attracted his no
tice in print. Then from amidst the
hundreds OF advertisements with
which, in the past weeks, he had
crowded his brain, one stood out clear
Average Jones made two steps to
bookcase. took down a huge scrap
book from an sophisticated row and
| turned the leaves rapidly.
Three Hundred East One Hun
dredth street. said he. slamming the
| book shut again. Three Hundred East
One Hundredth. You won't mind, will
you"-to WaIdemar-"if leave you
unceremoniously?
Recalled a forgotten engagement
asked the other, rising.
Yes. No. / mean I'm going to
Harlem TO hear some music. Thirty
| fourths the nearest station, isn't it?
Thanks. So long"
Waldemar rubbed his head thought
fully as the door slammed behind the
speeding Advisor.
Now. what kind OF tune is he on
1 - 7 l,
wish it hadn't struck him until I'd
had time to go over the Under bust
ness with him"
/ Three Hundred East One Hundredth
street is a house decrepit with a dis
ease of the aged. To Average Jones
inquiring gaze on this summer day it
opposed the secrecy of a senile indif-
ference.
An old lady come to the door, She
was sleek and placid, round and COM
Portable. She did not seem to belong
in that house at ALL Average Jones
felt as if he had cracked open one of
the grisly locust shells which cling
lifelessly to tree trunks and had found
within plump and prosperous beetle.
Was an advertisement for from
bone player inserted from this house,
ma'am?" he inquired
Long ago" said she.
"The person who inserted the adver-
tisement-"
Has left. A month since. Left no
address"
His name was Telford. wasn't it?'
said Average Jones strategically.
Might be-" said the old lady. who
had evidently formed no favorable i'm
preston of her ex-lodger. But he
called himself Ransom. He had the
whole third floor. furnished"
rs it let now"
Part of it. The rear"
"I'l take the front ROOM
You're a very queer young man.
Are you B-lat trombone player?"
II collect EN-" said Average Jones.
References" said the old lady
abruptly and with suspicion.
"All varieties, replied her prospec-
tive ledger cheerfully. 4 viii bring
'em tomorrow with my grip"
For five successive evenings there
after Average Jones sat in the senile
house, awaiting personal response to
the following advertisement which he
had inserted in the Universal:
WANTED - B-FLAT TROMBONIST.
Must have had experience as street
player. Apply between 5 and 10 p. m
r.. 80 Eass l0ath street.
Between the ebb and flow OF sppli-
cant musicians ne read exhaustively
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