The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-02-02

the lint or the bandage ready in his
hand. Just as if he had still been dress
er at the old nfrmary and waiting for
Lister to work off his batch.
At the end Of half an hour he had no
more remembrance of Billiams want
of qualifications. He asked him to
come round for supper and smoke a
pipe. but Billiam only smiled and said:
Thank YOU a hundred times, doctor,
but I have some private cases in the
back room to attend to vet. and then l
must read UP my stuff for tomor-
row"
After awhile there came to visit Bill
liam minister or two familiar with
the district. the=-yopng resident mis-
sionary from the Students hall,
stray lawyers clerk or two-and the
superintendent of police. They all
came to cavil, but. one and all, they
remained to hold bandages and be
handy with the vaseline.
On one occasion the minister Of St.
Margaret's offered B.lliam the use of a
pew in his church. But Billiam said:
Sunday is my day for out-patients,
or should be glad" for Btlliam was
a gentleman, and ALWAYS answered
even a dissenting clergyman politely.
'You should think of your immortal
soul" said the minister.
WHO knoweth." said Billtam, ''the
spirit of the beast. that goeth down
ward into the earth?"
And Billiam could never find out why
the minister went away so suddenly, or
why he shook his head ever afterwards
when they met in the street. 1t never
crossed his mind that Mr.. Gregson of
st. Margaret's had taken him for an
infdel and dangerous subverter of
the system of religion as by law es-
tabliShed. Yet so it was.
In due time Billiam's nest Of garrets
became known as the Lame Dogs
Home" and grew famous throughout
the entire city-that is. the southern
city of the high lands, steep streets.
winding stairs, and odorous CLOSETS,
with their Arab population of boys and
dogs.
alone" cried one brawney burglar TO
another, ''or I'll smash your dirty face
like rotten turnip. Now mind me!
Don't you know the dog missionary"
Every policeman befriended Billiam,
and the greater number of the police
mans ordinary clients He could often
be seen walking along the Pleasance
or past the breweries in the Laigh Cal
ton attended by a dozen dogs, which
had followed Billiam far from their
wonted haunts, on the chance of
word from him. and which departed
obediently if unwillingly, when he bade
them return to their own places in
peace.
Year by year Billiam studied and
pracuiced, never a penny the richer, but
more and more loving and beloved. His
garnet, however, grew somewhat better
furnished. Through the mediation of
his soldier brother his father became
so far reconciled to him that he in
creased his allowance. But Billiam
lived In no greater comfort than be-
fore He bought a cheap bedstead, it
is true, and for month or two dwelt
in luxury, sleeping upon a real mat
tress with a clean sheet and folding
his overcoat for a'pillow, but even that
came to an end.
The circumstances were these:
Billiam had been down to Ornith-
waite seeing his father and his brother
(of the 10th Hussars) insisted upon re-
| turning to Edinburgh with him.
You'll have to rough it, mind you"
said Billiam, warning him.
I'm soldier" said his brother,
stoutly, and I guess your hole can
be worse than some places I've put UP
in"
"All right" said Billiam mind, I'VE
warned you. Don't grumble when you
| get there
So at their journeys end, Billiam
opened the door of the garnet ard in
! vited his brother to step in. A curious
| damp smell met them on the thres-
! hold.
| ''That's all right" said Billiam, reas-
surlngly. Il washed but the whole
blooming shop with chlorate of lime
| the night before 1 came away It's
! healthy no end, if it does stink a bit"
Maybe" said his brother, the cap
tain but it certainly does smell like
! stables"
We'll I'll have the fire lighted, and
well have some supper before the peo-
! pie begin to come said Billiam,
| calmly, you'll be picking these old
rags for lint and laying out the band
ages"
The captain and Billiam dined upon
a rasher of bacon and eggs which Bill
/, liam fried in the pan along with sliced
I potatoes and butter The Hussar, be-
ing exceedingly hungry, thought he
had never tasted anything more de-
licious.
They don't do anything like this at
! the club. 1t is such jolly flavor. too.
! quite unique" he said with enthusi-