The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1889-09-22
"Guess your watch is slow, amt itr

"Guess your watch is slow, amt itgo
growled the officer.
81 don't know; maybe So" Phil replied.
Don't you know better'n to come kuntin
down here for a biZness man after G o'clock
at night!" asked the officer.
Phil admitted to himself that he did not;
still, he had come ashore to find Mr.. Tram
/ lay, and the idea of giving up the search did
not occur to him. He finally asked:
''Where do you suppose can find him!"
AT home, / guess. if he's one of the kind
that goes straight home from his store"
Il reckon he is" said Phil. will you
please tell me where he lives"
"Oh, come off" muttered the policeman.
Dye s'pose amt got nothin' to do but
know where folks ive9 Where was you
brought upl-'way back"
I'm sorry bothered you, sir" said Phil,
who now saw the officers uniform and rec
ognized it by memory of pictures he had
seen in illustrated newspapers. Isn't there
any way to find out where a man lives il
New York;
Certainly; look in the directory. Go up
to Broadway-it's up at the head OF this
street-an' go along till you find drug store.
Like enough you'll find Il directory there"
LOliONOd LiloJl uCllOllSs anu AScl ilSu I4c
street and numoer of the Tramlay domicile
In front of him street cars were continually
coming and going, and by the conductors of
these he was referred from one to another
until he found a car which went to the stree
he wanted to reach. Although Phil knew
the city was large, the journey seemed very
long; it was made an hour longer than it
should have been, for fire had broken out
somewhere along the route, and engine hose
blockaded the railway track. When finally
the desired street was reached Phil found
himself several hundred numbers away from
that he was looking for, and it was then
nearly 9 O'Clock.
''Pye half mind to give it up" said Phil,
as he walked rapidly along. Perhaps they
go to bed early; there's no telling Still, if
they're abed, I'll know it by the lights being
out. don't seem to walk down these num-
berS very fast. ="
He QuiC.;aned his steps. he almost ran; but
mere than quarter of an hour passed before
ne saw on a glass transom the number that
indicated his journey was at an end. Phil
stopped, then lbs crossed the street and sur
veyed the house carefully.
Lights in all the Windows said he
THAT looks as if they'd all gone to their own
rooms looks like bedtime l was afraid of
it. l suppose there's nothing to do but go
back to the sloop or find some place to lodge
Too badI"
He recrossed the street and assembled a step
or two. Truthful though he was, he would
have denied to any one but himself that he
did it only because Lucia had tripped up
those same steps. Slowly he descended and
walked away; but he had passed but house
or two, and was looking backward, when
man who had passed him ran up the Tramlay
steps. Then Phil saw flash of light and
heard door close
THAT wasn't Mr. Tramlay. There aren't
any other men in the family. He must be a
visitor. Well, if other men can call at this
time of night, guess can visit it, too"
Back he went, and, as he was unacquainted
with the outer mechanism of door bells, he
raped sharply upon the door. 1t opened
instantly, and as Phil stepped in he found
the hall and stairway, as well as the parlors,
quite full of ladies and gentlemen.
''It's party" he said to himself. Then he
informed himself, in great haste, that he
would postpone his visit, but as he turned to
go he found the door was closed, and small
colored boy who stood by it said: 'Gen'lmen
fust room back" and pointed upstairs. En-
tirely losing his self possession and wonder
! ing what to do, Phil stood stupidity staring
about him, when suddenly he saw Lucia in
full evening dress. He hastily dropped his
eyes, for he had never before seen a dress of
that particular cut