Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1922-07-21
"Go to the Devil, Then" Snapped
Chacherre, and Turned Away.

1919 fRNJ
calabash that you are! Do you not
know me?'
Heaven preserve me! l will not
answer for your accursed checks"
go to the devil, them" snapped
Chacherre, and turned away.
His rowing eyes had already found
the correct window by can of the
other persons seeking it, and now he
stepped into the small queue that had
formed. When it came his turn, he
slid his check across the marble slab,
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
eat it, that you sniff so hard?"
The teller gave him a glance. 'This
is for a thousand dollars"
Gan 1 not read?' said Chacherre,
with an impudent gesture. "Am 1 an
ignorant 'Cajun? Have 1 not eyes in
my head? If you wish to start an
argument, say that the check is for a
hundred dollars. Then, by heaven, l
will argue something with you!"
"You are Ben C~hacherre, Ell? Does
anyone mere know your"
Chacherre exploded In a violent
oath. "Dolt that you are, do 1 have
to be known when the check is in
dorsed under my signature? Who
taught you business, monkey"
"True," answered the teller sulkily.
"Yet the amount"
"Oh, BAH" Chacherre snapped his
fingers. go and telephone Jachin
Fell, you old woman! Go and tell
him you do not know his signature
well, who are you looking at? Am /
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 insolent assiduity,
flung a 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 a 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
who seemed entirely carefree and
happy. He appeared to have no in
terest whatever in them, and Ham
mond concluded that he was innOcu-
"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,
tfung them a jerky, careless nod, ana
vas beginning to roll a cigarette. he
surveyed the car with a knowing ana
appreciative eye. Hammond turned
MS back on the man disdainfully.
"Yep-a sneak thief they'd pincheu
a 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 60
after him and land him."
Gramont gave the stranger a glance
but the other was still surveying the
a with evident admiration. If ne
heard their words he gave them no
attention.
"Who was the man, thenf" asked
Gramont.
"a guy with a queer name-BeD
Chacherre." Hammond pronounced II
as he deemed correct-as the name
was spelled. "Only they didn't can
him that. Here, l wrote it down."
He fished in his pocket and pro
duced a paper. Gramont glanced al
1t and laughed.
On, C~hacherre !" He gave the
name the Creole pronunciation.
Yep, Sasherry. l expect theyh
come any time now-said two bulls
would drop in"
All right" Gramont nodded anu
turned away, with another glance a.
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