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


alert and eager, showed rings under
them.
"You have found the work interest
ing, take It," remarked the visitor.
"Ra-ather," drawled Average Jones
appreciatively. "You haven't run
across any promising ads lately, have
you?" y
Waldemars wide, forid brow wrin-
killed..
II haven't thought or dreamed of
anything for month but this internal
bomb explosion. It makes Linder's
nomination certain. Persecution. At
tempted assassination. He becomes a
near-martyr.'
They let the musician 60, didn't
they"
eyes. 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 accomplish"
said Average Jones thoughtfully, II
wouldn't want any better one than a
half-witted man. Did he play well?"
"Atrociously. And if you know what
soul-shattering blare exudes from B.
flat trombine-" Mr.. Waldemar lifted
expressive hands.
Within Average Jones' overstocked
mind something stirred at the repeti-
ton of the words "B-flat 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 alphabetical 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 Waldemar-"if I leave you
unceremoniously?
Recalled forgotten engagement"
asked the other, rising.
eyes. No. I mean I'm going to
Harlem to hear some music. Thirty
lOuI Ill . LILO AO0A O01 oSSASASAAS ASAA v ~S'
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
the track of, I wonder?" he unused. Il
wish it hadn't struck him until I'D
had time to go over the Under busi-
ness with him."
Three Hundred East One Hundredth
street is a house decrepit with dis
case of the aged. To Average Jones
inquiring gaze on this summer day 1t
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
lfelessly to tree trunks and had found
within a plump and prosperous beetle.
"Was an advertisement for from
bone player inserted from this house,
ma'am" he inquired.
Long ago." said she. II
"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"
SIS it let now"
"Part of it. The rear"
"Ill take the front room"
you're a very queer young man.
Are you a B-flat trombone player?"
II collect EN-" said Average Jones.
"References?" said the old lady
abruptly and with suspicion.
"All varieties" replied her prospec-
tive lodger cheerfully. Il will 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 and 10 p. m.
r., 800 East Tooth street.
Between the ebb and flow OF applt-
cant musicians he read exhaustively
upon the unallied subjects of from
bones and high explosives, or talked
with his landlady, who proved to be a
sociable person, not disinclined to dis
cuss the departed guest. RANSOM
his supplanter learned, had come light
and gone light. Two dress suit cases
had sufficed to bring in all his belong
ings. He went out but little, and then,
she opined with a disgustful sniff, for
purposes strictly alcoholic. Parcels
came for him occasionally. These were
usually labeled "Glass. Handle with
care" Oh! there was one other thing.
A huge, easy armchair from Carruth-
ers &. Co.. mighty luxurious for an