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

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 dollar
for you. Do you understand"
| BY 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-fiat trom5one?"
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"
moi" said Average Jones. as the
other stretched out hopeful hand.
HE liked it-'Egypt,' said the Ger
man wistfully. HE 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 | may
go home"
"Um-m," muttered Average Jones
discontentedly when did you begin
to play in the street,"
After a long time. He take me away
to Brooklyn and tell me, When you
see the feet ISIS in the window you play
hard!'"
There was long pause. Then Av-
erage Jones asked casually:
did you ever notice a big easy chair
here?"
| Il do not notice nothing. play my
B-flat trombone"
And there his limitations were es-
tablished. But the old lady had some
thing to add.
Its all true that he said," she con-
| firmed.
1.-THE next thing" said Average
Jones, "is to find out where that big
easy chair went from here. Can you
help me there?"
The old lady shook her head. "All
1 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. 1t
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-fiat trombonist, Average
Jones led the way. The pair lurked
| in TIE neighborhood of the ramshackle
house watching the entrance, until to-
ward evening, as the door opened to
let out tremulous wreck of a man,
palsied with debauch, Schlichting OBJ
| served:
THAT iss 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
figured out that Under would put it in
his study and do his sitting at the
window in it. And you were to know
when he was there by seeing his feet
in the window, and give the signal
when you saw him. 1t must have been
signal to somebody pretty far off, or
| he wouldn't have chosen so loud an
| instrument as B-flat trombone"
Il can play the B-fiat trombone loud
er as any man in the business" assert
ed Schlichting with proud conviction.
But what gets me-" pursued Aver,
age Jones. lis the purpose of the sig
nal Whom was it for?"
81 don't know nothing" said the
other complacently. Il only know how
| to play the B-flat trombone louder as
any man in the world"
Average Jones paid him lump sum,
dismissed him and returned to the Cos
mic club, there to ponder the problem.
Absorbed, he failed to notice that the
club was filling up beyond it's wont. A
hand fell on his shoulder.
Hello, Average. Haven't seen you
at Saturday special night since you
started your hobby"
1t was Bertram, the club idler.
Whats on?" Average Zones asked
him, shaking hauds.
Freak concert Waldemar is at our
table Come and join u.s.
Conversation at the formidable was
general and lively that evening, and
not until the port came on-the pride
full club port, served only on special
occasions and in wonderful, delicate
glasses-did Average Jones get an op-
portunity to speak to Waldemar aside
I've been looking into that Under
matter little. You spoke of an old
scandal in Linder's career. What was
the husbands manner"
"Arbuthnot, believe"
What was his business?"
Government employment, think"
| In the-er-scientific line, per.
haps?" drawled Jones
why. yes, believe it was"
Well it's only chance; but if |
can get one dark point cleared up"
| He paused as curious, tingling
note came from the platform where
the musicians were tuning up. The
| performer nearest them was running
slow bass scale on a sort of two
stringed horse-fddle o. a strange
shape Average Jones still untouched