The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-09-18


for Aere came the gardener thinning
out the suDerlluous plants and tossing
them out on the concrete wall The
lust of possession burned in her BOSOM
and before she knew what she was do
ing. she clutehed at bunch OF the
uorooted flowers.
Here. Get out of this, Skip nowi"
scolded the testy gardener, making 2,
feint as if to catch her. Shrieking in
wild terror. but clinging fast to her
treasures. she fled as If for her very
lie At a safe distance, she ventured
TO look at her find. They had earth
clinging to their roots. Maybe II she
planted them they would grow! Bal
ancing herself with her burden, she
crouched down and picked Up a rag OF
crumpled newspaper. This she wrapped
carefully around her prize and soaked
all in water from the drinking foun-
tain. Home then with freight more
precious than any ship OF Solomon pore
from Oohir. Weary but triumphant,
she staggered uD the tall stairs OF the
tenement. and burst in upon the ram
lily at the noon bread and tea like
joyous whirlwind.
"Oh. mammal" she shouted. My
re ses what 1 found. See once how
blue they are. And such yellow
fringe tney have on their inSldeS mid
dle." Rachel and Izzy and Abey and
key and little Esther and papa and
mamma al crowded around TO see.
Papa made all haste to take down from
shelf deep cigar box which he nlled
with the cold. sour earth from a corner
of the, tiny paved court between the
tenement and the rear house In IL
ere set the beautiful blue roses and
plentifully watered.
Once lifted up where the air could
exxr ND ha could his
golden blessing on it, the sick soil re-
vived and took heart. 1t Sroaned I'M
der man and his houses, but it loved
the plants and fed them. Though at
first they dropped and hung their
heads from having been so long in
Yettas hot little fist, they soon
Strengthened up and put forth bios
som after blossom. Perhaps they
mourned bit that no bees visited
mems rudely searching for a drop of
honey, but they bloomed on bravely,
just as if they knew what joy they
shed abroad in that poor tailor'S home.
1t Yetta's heart got cold within her
when she saw other little girls wear
ing hats magnificent with vlolets and
yellow and red and green flowers
from the Division street millinery
shops, it Xaned again when she re-
growing flowers that nodded in the
warm gUshes of air in the stuffy tene-
ment
One night Papa Goldstein was awak-
ened by a shock as of an explosion.
The shrill Jingle of plate glass on the
sidewalk reused him to frantic action.
Was it for this that AbramovitZ had
so many whispered talks with that
queer-looking man?
l.. l.,
ing out of bed, broad awake in an in
slant 1.-The Name be merciful! Upl
Up!' He shook his wife roughly. Get
the children or we shall be burned to
death. oh, Master of the Worldr'
Even as he spoke, the housekeeper
could be heard hammering on the
doors and calling out "Firer at the
top of her voice. Already the thin acrid
smoke of scorching wood stung their
nostrils, and the house, so still the min
ute before, was all at once a Babel of
confusion. The little ones, limp and
heavy with sleep, were got downstairs
the parents never knew how.
Yetta carried Benny and the mother
to save the precious ''talith,"
or prayer-shawl, and the Sabbath can
dle-sticks that had been lighted with
the appearance of the first three stars
of Friday night for many generations.
Across the street they fled, and there
stopped to take breath and to count
the children.
Blessed be the Most High over allr'
sighed Goldstein. I'VE are all safer
But the sewing machinei And the
clockl And the furniture! And our
clothesp' walled Mrs. Goldstein, her
voice rising higher with each itemized
loss. Woe! Woei oh, wen! Oh, wehr>
Can we help it by howling?" de-
Goldstein. Peace We are all
alive; that is much"
The police had formed a Gordon. The
fire engines had begun their vibrant
organ tone and were shooting up gold
an fountains of sparks. Thin wells of
spray rose from the joints of the swol-
len hose sprawled on the ground. Peo-
pie were swarnliEg down the fire es-
capeS. F1remen were carrying out the
old and bed-ridden, and Abramovitz
and his family were being helped into
an ambulance. All were burned on the
top OF their bare feet as if some scald-
ing liquid had been spurted on them.
All hal the people nodded, as they
whispered together. What a business
for Abramovitzr'
tOh, mammal" cried Yetta, as if
awakening suddenly. My rosesr'
Before anyone could divine what was
in her mind, she darted under the arm
of the policeman and flew up the stairs
of the burning building. The parents
gasped and then beat their breasts,
crying, 'Boruch dayin ho-emesr' and
blessing the True Judge as for one
already dead.
-
Fireman Connolly, leaning over the
back edge of the roof thought he saw
trying to climb up the window
sill of the top floor kitchen.
'Dugan," he shouted, didn't you get
'em all out of the top floor?"
Every one, and none too soon, nei-
ther. Look at that scuttle hole; like
blast furnace"
Somebody down here on this win
dow sill. Hey, sissy, reach up. I'll
get you. Hang onto my legs, Dugan,
till 1 get over a little further. Both
arms, sissy, both armsI Hold 'em
both upr'
"Oh, please, my rosesr cried Yetta,
clinging fast to the box.
Damn your rosesi'' scolded Connolly.
and clutched at her. But he got only
her sleeve, and as he swung her out,
the worthless stuff tore out and the
child fell down, bounding from one
clothes limo IN anOfbar lint