The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1889-09-29

Rome's got anythin' to do with the case, on
less it's somethin' like New York, where on
boy is"
We'll, Rome was built an rebuilt a goo,
many times. YOU see, fore it got to be all tina
was expected Of it; an cur Phi's goin
through the same operation, mebbe A man
got to he either IA stupid savage or finishec
off saint to be suddenly pitched from field
and woods into a great big town withou
bein' dazed. When l first went down t.
York my eyes was kept so wide open that
couldn't scarcely open my mouth for few
days, much less take my pen in hand, as folk
say in letters. hardly knowed which foot
was standin' on, an sometimes l felt as if the
ground was gone from under me- Yet New
York ground is harder than an onbelieverf
heart"
Mrs. Hayn seemed to accept the simile o.
Rop'e's building as applied to her son, for sht
made no further objection to it; she contin
ued, however, to polish her glasses in antici
patton of what she still longed to do will
them Her husband continued to make tiny
Sits and cross cuts in the althea's bark, anG
to insert buds carefully cut from the boughs
Finally ne remarked, as carelessly as if talk
ing about the weather:
''Sol Mantring's sloop's got backl"
"Gracious!" exclaimed Mrs. Hayn; "why
amt you told me SO before2 Soils seen Phil
amt he? What does he saya OF course you
didn't come home without seein' himf
"Of course l didn't. Yes, Soils seen Phi
seen him the day before he caught the tide
an came out. An Sol says he's sumner,
too-don't look no more like his old self than
if he'd been born an raised in York tell
you, Lou Ann, it don't take that boy much
time to catch on to whatever's got go to it
Why, Sol says he's got store clothes on, from
head to foot. That amt all, either; hen-
! Here the old man burst into laughter, which
he had great difficulty in suppressing; after
long effort, however, he continued: "Sol
! says he carries a cane-a cane not much
thicker than a ramrod. Just imagine our
! Phil swingin' cane if you cam" And the
old man resumed his laughter, and gave it
free course.
Mercy sakes!" said the old lady; II hope
| he didn't take it 10 church with him. An l
hope he won't bring it back here. Whatll
the other members of the Young Peoples
Bible class say to see such COINS on by one
that's always been 50 proper.n
why, let him bring it; what's a cane got
to DO with Bible classes! don't doubt some
n tho 'postles carried canes: til nix I've seed
EN- il pictures i'll the Illustrated Famuy
Bible. | s'pose down in JUDGE Their was
snakes an dogs that a man had to take clip
ut with Il stick, once in while, same as i'll
other countries"
What else did Sol sag" asked the mother.
well, he didn't bring no special news. He
said Phil didn't know he was leavin' so soon,
10 bofI hox
He said Phil was lookin' well, an had a walk on
him like sojer in a picture. Pm glad the
! boys got chance to get the plow handle
stoop out of his shoulders for a few days.
SEE you wouldn't know his face though,
| cause his hairs cut so short; got a new watch
chain, too; I'm glad to hear that, cause
was particular to tell him to do it."
'Well, 1 half wish Sol Mantringis sloop had
stayed down to York, if that's all the news it
could bring, said Mrs. Hayn, replacing her
spectacles in their tin case, which she closed
with a decided snap. Such a little specl Of
news is only aggravatin'; that's what It's"
Small favors thankfully received, old
lady, as tine advertisements sometimes say.
Oh, there was one thing more Sol said; twas
that he reckoned Phil WIS dead gone on that
Tramlay gal"
Mrs. Hayn received this information in
silence; her husband began to throw his open
knife at leaf ON one of the veranda steps.
II don't see how Sol Mantring was to know
anything like that" said Mrs. Hayn, after a
short silence. He isn't the kind that our
Phil would go an unbosom to, if he had any
such thing to tell, which it amt certain he
had"
young men don't always have to tell such
things, to make 'em known" suggested the
farmer. 'Pooty much everybody knOwed
when was fust gone on you, though didn't
say nothin' to nobody, not even to the gal
herself"
IF it's So said Mrs. Hayn, after another
short pause, "mebbe it explains why he hain't
writ He'd want to tell us fore anybody
else. an he feels kind o bashful like"
You've got q good mem'ry, Lou Ann"
said the old farmer, rising, and pinching his
wife's ear.
What do you mean, Reuben?"
"Oh, nothin', Except that you hain't forgot
the symptoms that's all"
"Shol" exclaimed the old lady, giving her
husband push, though not so far but that
she was leaning on his shoulder a moment
later. "'Twould be kind o. funny if that
thing was to work, though, wouldn't it?" she
continued: THAT is. if Soils right
We'll" replied her husband, with q sud
den accession of earnestness in his voice, ''if
Soils right, 'twont be bit funny if it don't
work. hope the blessed boys got as much
good stuff in him as I've always counted on.
The bigger the heart, the wuss it hurts when
it gets hit; an there's mighty big heart in
any child of you an me, though l say it as
II,
'"That Tralniay gal won't give him the
mitten, anyhow" persisted Mrs. Hayn.
'Mebbe she amt as smart as some, but that
family, through an through, has got sense
enough to know what's worth havin' when
they see it. She needn't ever expect to come
back here to board for the summer, if she
cuts up any such foolish dido as that"
Lou Ann" said the farmer, solemnly, edo
you RELY think it over an above likely that
she'd want to como back, i'll such case made
an pervidedF'
Then both old people laughed, and went into
the house, and talked of all sorts of things
that bore no relation whatever to youth or
love or New York They retired early, after
the manner of farm people in general, after
a prayer containing formal and somewhat
indefinite petition for the absent one. The
old lady lay awake for hours, it seemed to
her, her head as full of rosy dreams as if it
were not covered with snow; yet when at
last she was dropping asleep she was startled
by hearing her husband whisper:
Father in heaven, have pity on my poor
boy"
CHAPTER x.
AGNES DINoN's PARTY.
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