The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-01-07

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tention that he did not think of the
/ dog.
! There were box stalls in which blood
| ed horses paved the floor impatiently,
! great hay lofts. a harness room, a car
/ rage room and running water and two
! grOoms
The old man had disappeared and
/ Jim was glad of it. With a whOOp and a
/ bound he ran to the house and found a
marble palace even finer than that of
/ Judge PerTine.
! He bounded up the marble steps ard
! pressed the electric button and a SER
want IN livery opened the door.
! Where's my father" asked Jim.
In the library, answered the SER
want, bowling.
! As Jim passed a mirror in the hall he
/ say that he was dressed like the Hilton
/ boys who were home from Yale for the
/ holidays and he had always felt that
to be arrayed like one of them would
| be TO attain perfect happiness. As it
was his collar cut his neck and his
/ shoes felt tight.
| He found his father dressed in a tight
| fitting frock coat and wearing a high
/ collar and patent leather shoes and
/ looking as uncomfortable and forlorn
| as if he had malaria
Isn't il great, father" said jim with
/ enthusiasm.
Us this your doing, son." said the
old man, sadly. Il suppose it is You We
always wished we We're rich and sup
pose we are too rich 70 ever get over it
but if 1 could slip on my flannel shirt
/ and go around in my sicks I'd give all
this fancy work ana fixings to some
body who had been brought up to enjoy
it. L always thought I was pretty con-
I he I'D !,
this"
Jim sank into a seat opposite his
father. 1t was soft and yielding and he
bounced UP and down on it boylike for
/ a moment or two before he spoke.
Yes, SIR, did il, or at least the Spirit
Of Gold did. We've got to give 81, 600 a
day to the poor, or Wen lose all our
money"
q lost all mine before I was born,
and yet I've always been happy. Still.
it viii be pleasant to help the poor.
How did you get it all? BY fairy con-
nivance2'
Just then a dog at the farm house
next door hOWled dismally Jim's face
fell, and he heaved a sigh that you
would hardly expect to hear from one
50 rich.
Il had to pay a big price for it,
papa, said he. Il had to shoot Snip
Mr.. Corbin rose from his seat. You
shes your dog-our dog?"
yes. sir The man said he wouldn't
live T7ore than a few years. anyway"
None Of US VIII, Tor that matter.
But, boy, that dog was your friend. He
trusted you. He went to sleep with his
head on your feet night after night.
sure that you would not hurt him, and
ne guarded our house after we had both
turned in. And you reward him by
killing him. Oh, our wealth. viii do US
no good. Get them TO give US back our
old home and dog again. III never be
happy with all this starch and 1um-
merry and no dog to jump I'D on me
when I come home"
During the somewhat lengthy speech
Of the old man Jim's face had been
getting more and more crimson. and
he now rose to mis- feet and said:
Father, ] don't know what possessed
me to do what 1 did I don't believe
IN like this kind Of life one bit. I'm
afraid of getting a spot on my clothes,
the carpets seem too nice 10 walk on.
there isn't anything cosy about il, and
if / can only get Snip back again I'll
gladly give it ali up
He left the Hbrar2 and ran out Of
doors and through the spacious court
yard that had been the old muddy
barnyard, TO the bara. He found the
place where III had stood when ne
shot the dog. There was a blood mark
on the floor, but the dogs body was.
gore. As he gazed at it his father
came out and joined him.
"Snippy, Sndppy, come back to me-.
I'll give up all have to get you back. >
said Jim.
Never were words more sincere. and
they bore instant fruit
Jim's eyes were unc0nsci0usly fixed
upon the blood spot, and as he looked
at il it grew large and black. and at
last turned into TIA sarnbl7nce OF a