The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1884-01-30
SUBURBAN LITERATURE.
AVENGED AT LAST;
How Fitz James Got Even.

He was lingering in the twilight
of the fast-fadipg day. He was an
expert in the matter of lingering
having been fol some time stock
holder in the Apex mine and hav'
ing from the first looked forward
confidently to a dividend.
Let US, however, 60 back q little
and explain. Going back before q
start has been made is feat ac~
complished only by the under
signed.
The person to whom reference is
herein made rejoices in the name
of FitzIames z. O'TOole and his
residence WIS in q commanding pc.
sition on the east bench. the front
part of his name was not the only
fits he was burdened with, or GOT,
by any means, for he was in love. A
passion as. wild and sweeping
as a Governors message surged be-
meath his new SIS vest and made his
soul chaos. The being upon whom
he squandered his affections and al
occasional half. dollar was a bright
eyed, healthy girl of 26 summers
and winters. the place OF whose na-
tivity was Saupete and who had not
at latest advices entirely recovered
from it.
Fitz was lingering, as stated, near
the front gate of the girls fathers
mansion. He had waited Gas also
stated) patiently for Hsfs than an
hour; yet she came not There was
evidently something wrong. She
had always been prompt before,
ever on the lookout to see her own
F1tzjame, P. Yes, something was
wrong, very much 80. What could
it be?
The solution came at last, when
our hero saw the front door open,
and from it emerge his hated rival,
Billy the Cowboy, flush of salts
faction on his cheek and a sparkle
Of victory radiating fronrshis hon.
est eyes. FI'Z ccuahed aside in the
darkness till the cowboy passed, and
then. being a Swede himself, could
no more. All forge;ful of
the bruises which made standing
up for more than q week luxury
more desirable than ice cream in
August, and which::(the bruises, not
the creamy were inflicted by the
girls progenitor during his last call,
he dashed madly through the gate
and planted succession of Sullivan
bangs upon the innocent and unre-
sistiDg door. 1t was opened to him.
"What brings you here ?" said the
bOss OF the rancho, whose backward
name was McCarty.
Glove and hate!" Kissed the in
trepid youth.
Didn't you get enough Of both
the last timer" sneered the father.
eyes and no." said the gallant
boy.
Snow look here" said Mac,
"Murray interviews don't count
here. What do you want? Say it
quickly and BECOME"
"You know what want. I want
to rescue your girl from the f1end-
lsh clutches OF that low-lived min
ion Of the plains who left but now"
"Ha! hal" said the old man.
That worthy indiyid ual has wealth
and position. He owns lot in the
Sixth ward, has cattle on the range
and is brakeman On the D. & r.
G. railway. The idea of one in your
position pretending to stand against
himP
"Beware, old man, you know me
not" said FitZ in the very energy
of despair. 81 am highly born and
Lookw and he brought
out a handful Of Apex stock, then
went into another pocket and pre-
duced certificate of shares in the
Rock railroad.
The old man was visibly affected,
but too much Of Roman to yield,
even under such a pressure. ssThat's
al very WELL" said he, while a sort
Of hysterical, late-for-the-train CUR
gle welled up from the depths of
his neck; "but thy psrentage-"
"Speakest thou of that, thou rash
Did fool" said the youth. "Know,
hen, that my mother was once an
of General Butler
McCarty was failing perceptibly;
he eIutched weirdly at q new lace
curtain (put up that day. for sup
cort; tears bedimmed his eyes, and
ne could not articnlate, but the hero
was relentless, and went on
"My father was once a member of
The Utah County delegation!!!"
The old man could endure no
more. Seeing what he had lost, his
lace assumed an asby paleness, his
voice gurgled in his throat, his lips
Juivered, and he tum bled headlong
10 the floor with a lifeless, dIshea,t
sning groan.
"Revenged, revengedl I thank
he gods!" said FiiZ James, as he
into the gloom.
ESSAY CAIGH.