The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-10-06
CHAPTER III

Go on With the Story
CHAPTER Ill
Byinine. o'clock the noisy chicken
supper had ended; the table had
nesn cleared; Jim Hastings was
tuning his fiddle In the big room;
Eve had seated herself before the
battered melodeon.
sThey.re Off" remarked Cltnch
70 tSmith who stood at the pantry
shelf prepared to serve whiskay
OF beer upon previous receipt Of
payment
In the event OF sudden raid,
the arrangements 1T C.lnch's were
quite simple. Two large drain
pipes emerged from the kitchen
floor beside Smith and ended in
Star Pond. In case OF alarm the
tub6ot beer was poured down one
pipe; the whiskey down tho other.
Only the trout in Star Pond
would ever sample that hootch
again
clinch, now slightly intoxicat-
Cd, leaned heavily on the pantry
shelf beside Smith, adjusting his
pistol under suspenders.
Young tella, he said in his
agreeable voice, you're dead
right You sure said a faee-tull
when you says to me, Ewes a
lady by Cod" You oughta know.
You WAS a gentleman yourself
q once. Even II you take to stickin'
M tourists you know a lady whep
YOU see one. And you called the
turn She Is Q lady. All I'm Twin
for Is to get her down to the city
And give her money to live like q
lady III do II yet-Soon!-I'd DO
81 tomorrow = tonight-if l dared
t.It ] thought It sure fire-If I
was dead certain could get away
With tive got the money. Now:
Only It amt in money
smith,
i.yes. Mike"
You know met?
You !: size me up'-
AN right. If you ever tell any
one 4 got money that amt money
IN shoot you through the head"
DON'T worry, Clinch."
amt. You're q crook; you
won't talk. You're a gentleman.
too They don't sell out pal.
Say, Hal, there's only one fella
i don't want to meet. I"
Who's that, Maker"
tLemme tell you, continued
Clinch, resting more heavily on
the shelf while Smith, looking OFT
through the paltvJ shutter at the
danctng, listened intently.
when ] was In France ID o
Forestry RIg,ment." went on
Clilch, lowering his always pleas.
ant voice II was to Paris on
leave q few days before they sent
US home,
n was IN the washroom Of
catfy--ascleapin' up for supper,
when aodhaug! into tho place
comes a tumblin' Q man with two
cops pushing and kickin' him.
THEY didn't see me In there
for they locked the door on thu
man He was q swell gent, too, In
full dress and silk hat and all like
that, and a opry- cloak and whita
ldd gloves and mustache and
Efeneh beard.
tsWhen they locked him up he
stood stock still and lit a clBaret,
as cool as ice. Then he begun
walItin. around looking for way
ID. get out; but there wasn't no
way,
Then he seen me and over he
comes and talks English right
away: Want to make a thousand
francs, eoldierT SEE he in a quick
whisper. You're on, SEE I; ishow
your dough- Them Flies has went
to get the Commissaire for TO frisk
me- seq he. II they find this par.
eel on me / do twenty years In Nou
mea. What do you want should
do?' SEE !, havin' no love for no
COPS, French or other. Take this
packet and stick It in your over.
coat;iseE he. Go TO 10 roo Quinze
0etobre and give 1t to the concierge
for Jose QuiDtana.' And he shoves
the packet on me and a thousand.
franc note,
Then he grabs me sudden and
pulls open my collar. God, he was
strong ~
;What's the matter with your
says /. Tempa go or I'll mash your
mug plat Lemme see your identi.
fication disc, he barks.
FBein, IN Paris for q bat, I had
exchanged with my bunkie, Bill
Hanson Let him look thinks /:
and helreads Bills check.
.'tf you fool me- says he, I'll
folly ye and I'll do you in II takes
the rest o. my life. You under.
stand2 Sure, says l, me tongue
In me cheek. 'Bongi Allez yous emil
SAYS he.
How the hell, seq /, do / get
out Of liere2 You're a Yankee sol.
der Tho Files don't know You
were ia here, You go and kick on
that door and make a holler.'
$50 1 done It good; and COP
opens and swears at me, but when