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THE WESTERN WEEKLY 11
Bishcl arose to his feet. He was angry and mortified: "Sec here, Cha
mont," he growled, "I've had all kinds of confidence in yon. I think you've
got the brains all rigiit, but it seems to me you are so damned lazy that an
earthquake could come and you wouldn't stir out of the way."
The insult sunk deep in Chamont. For a moment his face went a deep
s, red. It changed slowly to a deathly white, lie rose to his feet, the others
present watching him as though hypnotized. Bishel had turned and gone
toward the door after his nasty speech so did not note what Chamont was,
doing. With a movement as lithe as a tiger's, Chamont followed Uishel to
the door. He grabbed him by the arm and gave him a quick jerk that
turned him completely around, lie looked deep into Hishel's eyes a mo
ment, while his teeth gritted: "Uishel, I've respected you a whole lot before
this. I might call you an ass but I won't insult the donkey tribe. Hut, that
you are a fool, I know and you know.
"I'd kill you for less than that, Uishel. Hut 1 won't do that. I'm going to
let you go. But mark this: If you ever insult me again, I'll do it. Some day
you may need me, Hishel, some day you may need the talent and ability you
now mock. If you think my talents and energy arc on tap for every fool
you arc mistaken. Now go, llishel, and don't come back that is, unless you
K come as a man."
Bishel started to make some angry retort, but the look on the face of
Chamont restrained him. With a look at the other boys and half shrug of
his shoulders he turned and left the room.
After Uishel had gone, Chamont stood a moment, almost immovable. At
last he sauntered slowly down by th; others and sank into a chair. After
a few moments of deep cogitation, he looked up, and embracing them all in
j one glance, he asked:
"Do you fellows remember Sergeant Browne?"
j Receiving an affirmative reply, Chamont said: "Now, there's' a fellow
that could give us some valuable information "
He was interrupted by a number of pleased ejaculations.
"Then you arc going to try and solve the proposition?" asked Armiston,
speaking for all.
"I intended to in the first place. In fact the case is practically solved,"
"Then you've been working on it?" asked Fitzalcn.
Chamont gave an inscrutable smile: "Yes," he replied, slowly. "Yes,
I've been working on it."
"And have you solved it?" asked Armiston.
Chamont hesitated but a moment: "Well," he said, "a few points from
Urownc might complete my case." lie arose and went to his desk. Sitting
down he wrote out a short telegraphic message. Coming back to the news
paper boys he asked: "Can any of you fellows send out a query for me?"
Being assured that any of them would have their papers do it, he hand
ed the telegraphic form to Armiston. "In that I am asking the exact date
and hour on which the first and last holdups occurred." Going back to the
desk he wrote another message. "In this 1 am asking Browne if he can't
get a few days furlough and conic and spend his holiday with inc. I think
with what I know and what I get from him 1 will have my case complete,"
"I think Hishel was too fresh," said Fitzalcn, as he went up to Cha
mont and held out his hand. "I do not believe it is wise to always judge
a person unless backed by a great deal of knowledge. At times a person
may fly off the handle "
"Oh, that's all right," interrupted Chamont. "Really, I had forgotten
Bishel. Now I wish you fellows would get that 'query' off for me, and
while you arc passing down the street hand this message of mine into the
The boys assured him his wishes would be attended to, then left the
room speculating on the queer methods of Chamont.
Late that evening Chamont received replies to his two messages. One
answered his first "query" in relation to the time and date of the holdups.
It said: "Date, September 9. First stage held up at 8:30 a. m. Last at
L 9:32 a. m."
The other message was from Browne. It was short and concise: "Ac
1 cept your offer with thanks. Will be in Lake City in two days."
Agreeable to the promise made in the message, Browne made his ap
pearance a couple of days later. He rode up to the hotel, then went imme
diately to the rooms of Chamont.
Chamont was in, and received him cordiajly, even fervently. The rest
of the day was spent in seeing the sights. Chamont and Browne retired
early and were out again in the morning soon after sunrise.
During the course of that afternoon Chamont turned to Browne and
said: "I have taken the liberty of asking a number of friends to meet you
at my rooms tonight."
Browne, who looked even more stalwart and manly in his civilian's
clothes than in his soldier equipment, and who seemed every inch a gen
CV tlemcn, beamed his pleasure. "You needn't apologize, Chamont," he said
"It is an honor to be entertained by you and to meet your friends."
Chamont bowed in acknowledgment of the implied compliment. After
a few moments he added: "I want the newspaper boys to hear your story.
They are as much interested in the matter as I am."
(To be concluded next week)
MUSIC AND THEATRES
(Continued from Pago 8.)
Dr. llottscley and his singers will reach Salt Lake City at noon
Tuesday, Sept. 29th and it goes without saying that they will be f
given a royal welcome by tlte citizens generally. Here follows the 1
program in full:
Program of Denver Competitive Chorus at the Salt Lake Theatre
Wednesday evening, Sept. 30th, 1908.
1. "The Sea Hath Its Pearls," (Pinsuti) Denver Competitive Chorus
2. Tenor Solo "Israel," (King) Mr. Llewelyn Jones
(a) "No Evil Shall Befall Thee." Costa
(1)) "Live, Love and Die" F. J. Ilottseley
Miss Bertie Berlin, Miss Ivy Matteson, Mrs. F. J. Ilottseley,
Mrs. II. S. Cooper.
4 Solo and chorus, "Inflammatus" Rossini I
Solo, Miss Berlin.
5 Baritone Solo, Prologue from "Pagliacci" Leoncavallo I
Mr. David Evans, Eisteddfod Soloist.
6 Chorus, "Hark, I lark My Soul," Henry Houseley
World's Fair Prize Winner.
7 Tenor Solo, "Berceuse" Goddard '
Mr. J. E. Tompkins.
8 Part Song, "Sweet and Low" Barnby
Denver Competitive Chorus.
9 Bass Solo, "I Fear No Foe" Pinsuti
Mr. George L. Bradbury.
10 Contralto Song, "My Heart at Thy Dear Voice" Saint Sacns
Mrs. Bessie Dade Hughes.
11 Song, "Mine Always" Henry Houseley
Air Charles V. Brown. j
12 National Melody, "Old Black Joe" Foster
Arranged by Director. Denver Competitive Chorus.
Henry Houseley, musical director. i
J. IT. K. Martin, business manager. i
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