The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1888-06-17

/ groan.
"Yo on should have heard what lot of
us were saying Yesterday at the club.
All the fellows agreed that you were the
right maH.'
"Confound them all for set of
asses"
He shakes his head, and his smile still
fingers on his face. Never in my life
have / come across such a mixture of
amiability and impertinenee.
One rainy day in November, Boldero
and | were looking out of the window
together. He was waiting to keep one
of his numerous appointments with
ministers and other people high in Office.
There was an inspectorship vacant, and
he was looking after it. Phil Kegan
was working double tides that day in
the cold sleet and drizZle, running back
wards and forwards with every we'll
dressed foot passenger, touching his hat
| innumerable times, escorting old ladies
and children, waving back cabs and
carriages from his charges-swe eping,
taking, bowling, all at once.
LOOK at that poor devil" said
Boldero, begging for his bread-it's an
internal life, eh ?"
"It's his own choice. after ALL"
"Some fellows 1p0n't do an honest,
hard days work if you pay them for
it,"
Hang it all! The works hard
enough and honest enough"
We'll, I don't know about hard, but
it's begging"
81 tell you what, Boldero," said 1, a
little out OF patience with him, sit may
be begging; but that fellow, Phil. has
done more real work in the ten minutes
we have looked at him, than you have
since l knewyou."
Boldero smiled and shook his head.
He never takes in this sort of argu-
ment; and presently he borrowed an
umbrella, and walked off to keep his
appointment.
watched him over the crossing. l
saw him stop in the rain with my UNI
brelia over his head), and talk to Phil
kegan, as he very often did, for the
man had been his servant in the regi-
ment; but he did not. as he generally
did, tip him. On the contrary, he but
toned up his great coat rather ostenta
tiously, shaking his head the while. l
| guessed that poor Phil was getting
lecture on his duties.
In about two hours, Boldero came
back. He had told me he would look
in to see how he got on. l never saw
him so down" before. He sided into
an arm chair in very limp attitude
| without word, and his hat sided, too,
in a detected way to the back of his
head.
'.Well?" l asked.
Lost by head again; and the very
place l wanted comfortable, fair pay,
| a house, Goals and candles, very little
h IN h ~ !
enough TO make man swear2"
There was no smiling about Boldero
this time. Then he told me how it had
happened.
1.-THE old fellow, you know. is sort OF
uncle by marriage, 81 l could speak
pretty freely to him. / told him this
made about the the fifty inspectorship
l had asked him Or his predecessor for
I"Pon my SOUL | SAID TO him. it's too
bad but he didn't seem to see it.
What claims had got, he wanted to
know, more than that | was always
asking, and my friends were always
asking for me. Well, said I, what
more do you want! Doesn't Lord But
ton ask it as favor? The Button in
fuence is good influence, surely2' But
he talked about my being an untried
man. l might be fit; might not be.
Then there was Club in the lists among
others. Club had worked all his life in
that line. How could he refuse Club?
Club knew all about the work. There
was no doubt about Clubs fitness. If
he refused Club there would be an out
cry"
Look here, Frank, old man." l said.
iuterrupting him, this won't do, you
know. They don't mean to give you
anything. Why should they? What's
the good of talking about the Button
influence? Things are not managed
that way now. Lord Button doesn't
carry half-a-dozen boroughs about in
his pocket as his grandfather did.
know bigger man than Lord Button,
who tried at everything for his favorite
nephew, a goodish man too, and had to
fall back upon club secretary ship for
him at last. If you want to turn an
honest penny. Frank, you must work
for it. and work hard"
Boldero groaned. and collapsed still
farther into his chair. You make my
blood run cold" he said.
"lt's no good praying and begging
for a good place and nothing to do.
You won't get it, and you'll only feel
mean. There's the press on the watch,
and public opinion. Jobberv and nepo-
tism. and ELL that are gone things in
these days"
"You bet they're mott" said Boldero,
rousing up little.
"Frank, my boy, there's just one
chance for you-emigration. Scrape
together what you have left, go to New
Zealand, and Join your brother there.
They tell me he is making his pile "
Boldero only shook his head. l was
really sorry for him. He seemed so
completely knocked over.
"Got any of those bitters left2' he
asked. when I had finished my lecture.
Il think want a pickup"
I rang for glass of sherry bitters
Boldero rose from his chair, sauntered
Enthusiastically toward the drawer
with the box of particular Cabanas,
took one, lit it, and walked listlessly to
ward the window. We looked ont to
gether. The train had stopped; the
wind had got up. 1t was cherries
day. Phil Kegan had turned up his
collar, and looked miserable. Still he
worked on with will.
"PoOf devil" said Boldero, "but he
doesn't know what it is to have moth
ing to do and nothing to look to. It's a |
nasty feeling that, general"
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