The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1922-09-14

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place, hein?-the cats tail grows in
time, 1 see! You remember me?'
"Ben C~hachcrre," exclaimed the
guard, losing his dignity for an in
slant. "Why-you vaurlen, you'll"
$50 you turn up your sanctified nose
at Ben Chacherre, do your exclaimed
that person jauntily. "a vauricn, am
II Ola peacock Lead me to the man
who cashes checks, lackey, brass but
tons that you are! Come, obey me,
or I'll have you thrown into the
street"
"You-you wish to cash a check?
But YOU are not known here"
bah, insoIent onel Monkey in the
calabash that you are! dc you not
know me?"
Heaven preserve me! ! will not
answer for your accursed checks"
EGO to the devil, then" snapped
Chacherre, and turned away.
His rowing eyes had already found
the correct window by means Of the
other persons seeking 1t, and now he
stepped into the small queue that had
formed When it came his turn, he
slid his check across the marble SLAP,
tucked his thumbs into the armholes
of his vest, and impudently stared into
the questioning, coldly repellent eyes
Of the teller.
"Well?" he exclaimed, as the teller
examined the check. "Do you wish to
nat n that ,,u Cnifp so horJ2v
The teller gave him a glance. This
is for a thousand dollars"
Can | not readY' said Chacherre,
with an impudent gesture. Am | an
ignorant Cajun? Have | not eyes In
my head? If you wish to start an
argument. say that the check is for a
hundred dollars. Then, by heaven, |
will argue something with you! !"
You are Ben Chacherre, eh? Does
anyone here know your"
Chacherre exploded in a violent
oath. "Dolt that you are, do l have
to be known when the check Is in
dorsed under my signature? Who
taught you business, m~Onkey?"
True" answered the teller Sulkily.
Yet the amount"
"Oh, bah !" Chacherre snapped his
fingers. eco and telephone joachim
Fell, you old woman! Go and tell
him you do not know his signature
well, who are you looking at? Am l
a telephone, then? You are not hired
to look but to act! Get about it,"
The enraged and scandalized teller
beckoned a confrere. joachim Fell was
telephoned. Presumably his response
was r~eassuring, for Chacherre was
presently handed a thousand dollars
In small bills, as he requested. He
insisted upon counting Owe the money
at the window with lnsolent assiduity.
flung Il final compliment at the teller,
and staggered across the lobby. He
was still standing by the entrance
when Henry Gramont left the private
office of the president and passed him
by without IA look.
Toward noon Gramont arrived afoot
at his pension. Behind the garage, in
the alley, he discovered Hammond
busily at work cleaning and polishing
the engine of the car.
"Hello!" he exclaimed, cheerily.
what luck?"
pretty good, cap'n." Hammond
glanced up. then paused.
A stranger was strolling toward
them along the alleyway, a jaunty in
dividual who was gayly whistling and
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happy. He appeared to have no in
terest whatever in them, and Ham
mond concluded that he was innocu-
Gus.
They got them prints fine, cap'n.
What's more, they think they've locat-
ed the fellow that made EN-"
"Ah, good work !" exclaimed Ora
mont. "Some criminal?"
Hammond frowned. The stranger
had come to a halt a few feet distant,
flung them a jerky, careless nod, and
was beginning to roll q cigarette. He
surveyed the car with a knowing and
apprecietive eye. Hammond turned
his back on the man disdainfully.
"Yep-a sneak thief they'd pinched
q couple of years back didn't know
where he was. but the prints seemed
to fit him. They'll come up and look
things over sometime today, then sc
after him and land him."
Gramont gave the stranger a glance
but the other was still surveying the
car with evident admiration. If he
heard their words he gave them no
attention.
"WhO a the man, them" asked
GramOnt.
"A guy with a queer name-Ben
Chacherre." Hammond pronounced II
as he deemed correct-as the name
was spelled. "Only they didn't call
him that. Here, l wrote 1t down."
He fshed In his pocket and pro.
duced a paper. Gramont glanced at
Il and laughed.
"Oh, Chacherre" He gave the
name the Creole pronunciation.