The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-05-01

me goa-at. He's a gr-reat ma-an."
He is So" said Mr.. Docley. He is
that Wan iv tie gr-reatest. An why
shudden't he be with thin two names?
/ They'se pothry in both iv thin. Fitz
Hugh Leel Did yet liver see a FLETCHER
: iv him? A fat ma-an with a head like a
football an neck big enough to pump
blood into his brain an keep it firm
starvin'. White haired an red faced.
TIL kind iv a ma-an that can git mad
in ivry vein in his body. Whin he's hot
l bet We his face looks like a fire in
furniture facthry. Whin ma-an goes
pale with rage look out FIR a knife
in the back. But whin he flames up so
that tn perspiration sizzles on his
brow, look out FIR hand an feet an
head an cOuplin' pins an rapid firm
guns. Fitz can be cam, whiE they'se
anythin' to be cam about, but he can't
wait If he was a waiter he'd be wur-
rukin at tn thrade. Look at tn jaw
iv him. It's like PAWN block.
Does FitZ believe in diplomacy?
Not him. He set there in his office in
Havana, smokin a good seegar, an a
( boy comes in an tells him thy've
jagged an American citizen. He jams
his hat down on his eyes an brushes
over to where Gin-ral Blanco has his
office. Ieek here says he, we pizen-
Gus riptile,' says he, if We don't lave
me counthryman out iv tn bull pen in
10 minyites be tn watch he says. TIL
take We be tn hair iv tn head an pull
We firm the corner of Halsted sthreet
to tn fred bridge he says. I'll de-
bate nawthin',' says Fitz. Hurry up,
or I'll give We a slap he says. Don't
We think just because I'm wurrukin'
f'r ma-an with a plate of limmon ice
cream where his hear-rt ought to be-
he says, that we can put tn comether
on me- he says. 'R-run over an wake
up tn loot at tn station an let thin
Americans out. or, he says, we'll go to
the flure,' he says.
That's Fitz. He's m an he waits
part iv tn time. That's whin he's
asleep. But as soon as his eyes opins
bis face begins to flare up like wan
~ thin r-round stoves in woodmans
shanty whin rosiny wood is thrun in
An firm that time on till he's r-ready
to TURN in an sleep peaceful an quite
not like a lamb full iv vegetable food,
but like line that's wur-rked hazard
an ct meat-he never stops rampin' an
ragin. Ye don't hear iv F'itz lookin'
wCrn with tn struggle. Ye don't read
iv him missin' amy meals. No wan
fears that Fitz viii break down I'M
dher tn suspense. That amt in tn
hasn't got tn time to be tired an wor-
ried. He needs food an he has it, an he
needs sleep an he takes it, an he needs
fightin an he gets it. That's Fitz.
They Amt such lot iv diff'runce be-
tween tn bravest man in tn wurruld
an the COW rdliest. Not such a lot. 1t
amt a question of morality, Hinnissy |
I've known min who whit to church |
ivry Sunday an HOLIDAY regular, an |
give to tn poor an loved their neigh
borS an they wuddenit defind their |
wives aginst a murderer An I've |
knowed tn worst villyuns on earth |
thatd die in their thracks to save a
child firm injuhy. 'Tis a |
question iv how tn blood is pumped |
Whin a ma-an Shows tn sthrain', whin |
he gifts thin an pale an world in tn |
time FIR fghtin', he's mighty near a |
cow'rd. But whin his face flames an /
his neck swells an his eyes lock like d |
couple iv ilicthric lamps again a cy-
clone sky. he'd lead forlorn hope |
acrost tn battlemints iv hell. That's |
TIT"
why wuddent he make good prisi- /
dint?" SAID Mr.. Hennessy
''Sh-h." said Mr.; Dooley. He don't
owe enough. x