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From: Versace <phe...@be...> - 2009-09-02 14:44:27
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R, I guess that band gets about two dollars. They've come in here every evening since I've been at the hotel." "T-two dollars? Is that the price? Er--you say two dollars is their price?" "Thereabouts," answered Mr. Beard, uneasily. Veteran as he was, Jethro's appearance and earnestness were a little alarming. "You say two dollars is their price?" "Thereabouts," shouted Mr. Beard, seating himself on the edge of his chair. But Jethro paid no attention to him. He rose, unfolding by degrees his six feet two, and strode diagonally across the corridor toward the band leader. Conversation was hushed at the sight of his figure, a titter ran around the walls, but Jethro was oblivious to these things. He drew a great calfskin wallet from an inside pocket of his coat, and the band leader, a florid German, laid down his instrument and made an elaborate bow. Jethro waited until the man had become upright and then held out a two-dollar bill. "Is that about right for the performance?" he said "is that about right?" "Ja, mein Herr," said the man, nodding vociferously. "I want to pay what's right--I want to pay what's right," said Jethro. "I thank you very much, sir," said the leader, finding his English, "you haf pay for all." "P-paid for everything--everything to-night?" demanded Jethro. The leader spread out his hands. "You haf pay for one whole evening," said he, and bowed again. "Then take it, take it," said Jethro, pushing the bill into the man's palm; "but don't you come back to-night--don't you come back to-night." The amazed leader stared at Jethro--and words failed him. There was something about this man that compelled him to obey, and he gathered up his followers and led the way silently out of the hotel. Roars of laughter and applause arose on all sides; but Jethro was as one who heard them not as he made his way back to his seat again. "You did a good job, my friend," said Mr. Beard, approvingly. "I'm going to take Eph Prescott down the street to see some of the boys. Won't you come, too?" Mr. Beard doubtless accepted it as one of the man's eccentric |