The Tomahawk. [volume] (White Earth, Becker County, Minn.) 1903-192?, 1916-04-27


and doing nothing more. and craved to
take part in the dynamic activities of life.
At the suggestion of the owner OF an i'm
portant and decent newspaper: ne opened
offices in Astor court and went in for fol-
lowing up queer advertisements and trac-
ing down fraudulent advertisers.
There were few places, Average
Jones held, where human nature in
the rough can be studied to better ad-
vantage than in the sitting tunnels
of the subway or the close-packed
sardine boxes of the metropolitan sur
face lines. 1t was in pursuance of this
theory that he encountered the West
erner, on a Third avenue car. BY Gus
tom, Average Jones picked out the
most interesting or unusual human be-
ing in any assembly where he found
himself. for study and analysis. This
man was peculiar in that he alone was
not perspiring in the sodden August
humidity. The clear-browned skin and
the rangy strength of the figure gave
him a certain distinction. He held in
his sinewy hands a doubly folded
newspaper. Presently it slipped from
his hold to the seat beside him. He
stared at the window opposite with
harassed and unseeing eyes. Abrupt
ly he rose and went out on the plat
form. Average Jones picked up the
paper. In the middle of the column
to which it was folded was a marked
advertisement:
ARE YOU IN AN EMBARRASSING PO-
r,St{ nv no
regardless Of nature or location Every
body's friend: Consultation at all hours.
Suite 1872. Owl Building, Brooklyn.
The car was nearing Brooklyn
bridge. Average Jones saw his man
drop lightly off. He followed and at
the bridge entrance caught him up.
You've left your paper" said he.
The stranger whirled quickly.
Fright" he said. Thanks. Perhaps
you can tell me where the Owl build
ing is
II wouldn't consult with every
body's friend over in the Owl build
ing"
Why"
r-because-er-ff I may speak
plainly" drawled Average Jones, Il
wouldn't risk wOman's name vita
gang of blackmailers."
you've got your nerve" retorted
the stranger The keen eyes, flatten-
ing almost to Sits, fixed on the i'm
passive face of the other. We'll, I'll
20 you," he decided, after moment.
His glance swept the range OF vision
and settled upon rathskeller sign.
Come over there where we can talk
They crossed the grilling roadway,
and, being wise in the heat, ordered
soft drinks.
Now" said the stranger, you've
declared in on my game. Make good.
What's your INTEREST,""
None, personally. like your looks,
that's ALL" replied the other frankly.
"And I don't like to see you run into
that spiders Web
You know them?"
Twice in the last year I've made
'em change their place Of business"
but you don't know me. And you
spoke of-of woman"
1--WE been studying you on the
car" explained Average Jones. You're
hard as nails; yet your nerves are
on edge. On your watch chain you've
got solitaire diamond ring, until you
can find place to put it. It's fair
inference that there's been an obstruc-
ton in the course of true love. Unless
I'm mistaken, you, being a stranger
newly come to town, were going to
take your case to those man-eating
sharks. At venture I'd say you
the Ray-Kelvin copper district in Ari.
zona That peculiar, translucent cop
per silicate in your scarf pin comes
from those mines"
The Blue Fire? wish it had
stayed there, all of H.! Anything else?"
Yes returned Average Jones,
warming to the game. You're an
eastern college man. think, from
your Phi Beta Kappa key
Hamilton, SO. Name, Kirby
A CLEAN Of pleasure appeared in
Average Jones keen eyes. That's
rather a coincidence he said. 1.-TWO
of us from the Old Hill. I'm Jones of
VI. Ildu d COuoIl lA yoOA SioSSS NdAA
Van Reypen."
They plunged into theNantimate COM
munity of interest which is the Pc
culiar heritage and asset of the small,
close-knit old college. Presently, how
ever. Kirby's forehead wrinkled
again. He sat silent, communing with
himself At length he lifted his head
like one who has taken resolution.
You made good guess at a wom-
an liz the case,' he said. And you
call this coincidence? Shed say it
vas a case of intuition. She's very
strong on intuition and superstition
generally" There was a mixture of
t--'c-ness and bitterness in his tone.
C.ianc" brousNt that advertisement
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