Glacier County chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1931-1940, 1939-10-13

clared vociferously that Ernie was
the funniest guyi Always making up
Jokes. Mr.. Watts was exceedingly
well pleased with himself and for
almost a half-hour he loafed near
the front window enjoying the star
tied expressions which appeared on
the countenances Of casual pedes-
TRANS who paused to glance at this
unusual display. Then Mr.. Watts
drifted toward his home.
In the dining-room Of the little
house out on Chicora Avenue. young
Andy Forrest was finishing an early
supper. Mr.. Forrest was reading in
the living-room, Mrs. Forrest
pressed more cold chicken upon her
son and declared she was sorry he
had undertaken this night-shift. She
was quite positive that one hour Of
sleep at night was worth two hours
in the daytime, and seemed assured
that Andy's health would eventually
be ruined. He laughed at her fears
as he rose from the table, stated
that he never felt better in his life
"a statement which his appearance
verified, called good night to his
father and walked through the front
door and toward town.
When he reached the Bon Ton
Pool Room a white-lettered inscrip-
ton caught his eye. A frown ap-
peared on his forehead and he
stepped closer, inspecting the pic
ture with the aid of the corner arc
light.
Andy was placid sort of per-
son. His reactions were usually slow
and almost never violent. He had
known few moments of real ecstasy
and fewer of bitter anger.
Even now there was little indica-
ton of the deadly fury that boiled
within him. His cheeks were white,
but his step was steady and not too
fast. He showed his broad shoulders
through the front door. Pool-games
stopped. Within the Bon Ton there
was an air of hushed expectancy,
and more than trifie Of apprehen-
sion.
He did not raise his voice. He
made no gestures. But in unmistak-
able and very profane language he
expressed his opinion Of the man
who had pasted that picture on the
window-and of the crowd which had
gloated over it and left it there. He
fagellated them with his fury. And
his scorn.
'Who ever it was is yellow, too"
he said, "or he'd admit it."
Nobody moved. Andy said, "Who
was it?"
Still no answer.
''I'n find out sooner or later"
stated Andy. "And when do ;"
Somebody said, whiningly, at
wasn't me, Andy"
"You wouldn't have the CUTS to
admit it if it was"
"But listen ;"
''To hell with the whole gang of
you. And I'll tell you one more
thing, if anything like that happens
again, I'll kill somebody"
One of the hangers-on, more cou-
rageous than the rest-perhaps be-
cause he stood near the back door
said, "You better not be threaten
in the Teller that did that, Andy
Forrest"
"Why not?'
Cause he's mean"
yeah? Just tell me who it was
and I'll show you how mean he is"
The tall man said, Hell find out
what vOII called him -
"That suits me fine."
The other man said, That's what
you think. But you better watch
out"
Andy left. His face was challxy
and he walked swiftly toward the
garage. Behind HMM the Bon
Ton Pool Room-there was a Choir
used sigh. Somebody said, care
you goin' to tell Ernie Watts what
Andy called him?"
The tall man near the door nod
ded.
81. sho' am" he announced. can
then you'll see somethin'. Ernie
Watts don't take that off nobody"