The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1895-09-08

''NKoyE ON,
bity, the country boy has the right ar
gument on his side, and the casuist
none at all.
1t never occurred to Isaac that the
policeman could either make mistake
of judgment, or mediate one. There
fore he approached the guardian of
the peace confidently.
This gentleman, who had noticed the
traveller as soon as he had emerged
from the depot, awaited his approach
with becoming dignity. The patronage
and disdain that the metropolis feels
for the hamlet were in his air.
Excuse me, sir-I want to as you
=" began Isaac after proper obei-
sance
''Move on, will yer?"
But L wanted to ask you"
''Phwat are ye blockin' up the road
fur, young MANI"
L want you to help me-
'The - you do!' He looked about
/ ferociously. Look here, sonny, if We
don't move along, an have plenty of
shtyle about it, I'll help ye to the lock-
up-so help me-
Isaac looked down upon the man,
whom he could have crushed with one
SWOOlO VI Ills HdIuS. i ne cOnSleTnd-
ton of his first broken ideal possessed
his heart With a deadly pallor upon
his face he hurried up the changing
street, and the coarse laughter of
the brutes tingled in his ears. He swal=
lowed this rough inhospitality, which
is the hemlock that poisons country
faith. Take from the pavement enough
dust to cover the point of a penknife,
! and insert it in the arm of a child,
and in a week it will be dead with te-
! tanus. After this first encounter with
the protectors of the people, Isaac felt
as if his soul had been ibedaubed with
mud. He experienced a contracting te-
tanus of the heart. Had he not plan
ned all the lonesome day to cast him
/ self upon the kindness of the first po-
liceman whom he saw? What other
guide or protector was there left for
him in the strange city? The rebuff
which he had received half annihila-
ted his intelligence.
Isaac could no more put up at the
great hotel he saw on his right than
the majority of us can take a trip to
Japan. Isaac hurried on. Why did he
leave home? The fear of a great city
is more teasing than the terror of
wilderness or of a desert There the
trees or the rocks or the sand befriend
you. But in the city the penniless
stranger has no part in people or home
! or doorSteps. Every ones heart is
against him. Tt is the anguish of hun
ger amid plenty-the rafting of thirst
amid rivers of Wine-the serration of
loneliness amid humanity thicker than
barnacles upon a wharf pile. Such
terror-not Of cowardice, but of friend
essness-seized Isaac Masters, and
foreboding that he might possibly fall
| a sri,
he drove on. He had passed through
the main street-or across 1.-THE did
not knoW-until the electric lights cast
dim shadows, until Stately banks had
given way to unkempt brick fronts, un-
til the glittering lbarrooms had been
exchanged for vulgar saloons until
Masters came to a sudden halt, and,
| dropping his bag, uttered loud cry.
The curtained door of a grog shop
opened upon him. hatless man
dashed out, swearing horribly, and all
but fell into Isaac's arms. With a cry
of terror the runner lodged the pedes-
trian and bolted down the street Not
! twenty feet behind him bounded his
| purSuer.
BY this time the country boy had
| slipped into the shadow of the building
where he could see without being seen.
In that moment Isaac caught sight of
a daZed group of men within, and the
profile of the pursner against the hot
| light of the saloon. He saw a brute
holding a pistol in his outstretched
hand Before Isaac understood the
situation the weapon shot out two
I flames and two staccato reports.
These were followed by the intense ST.
| lence which is like the darkness upon
the heels of lightning.
Isaac's. eyes were now strained upon
the creature who was shot. He saw
the man stagger, throw up his hands
and fall. He heard a groan. AT that
time the murderer with the smoking
revolver was not more than ten PAGES
away AS he fired he had stopped.
When he saw his victim fall, he gave
a hoarse laugh.
By this time the lights in-the saloon
were put out, and it's occupants had
| fled. The rustic of human buzzards
foeking to the tragedy had begun. A
| motion the murderer made to escape
cape, aroused the New Hampshire boy
to a fierce sense of justice. A few
! bounds brought him by the side OF the
! ruffian, who looked upon him with as
| constituent and then with int1amed
fear. Isaac furiously struck the point
! ed pistol to the pavement, and grasped
| the fellows waist. Then he knew that
! he had almost met his match. Isaac
held his opponents left arm by the
wrist and frightened the wise. The muir
derer held by the boy around his neck
with contracting grip such as only
! a prize-fighter understands. Neither
spoke a work. 1t was horsepower
against skill.
There was crash and cry and a
fall. But not until Isaac knew that
the man under him was helpless did
| he utter a sound. Then he called
"Policei .Policer
The answer was binding blow up
on the crown of his head. Then before
his head swan away into unconscious
ness, he felt strange thing happen
! to his wrists.
The first lieutenant, the captain and
the superintendent are different be-
| ings from the officer of the street, who