The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-09-20
HOMESPUN YARNS.
e HE small boy on the back seat
a began feeling in his pockets as
81 soon as the conductor commenced


collecting fares at the other end.
] He was rosy-cheeked youngster and
looked full of good nature. but his
/ cOuntenarce sagged when he went
! through pocket after pocket without
/ digging UP any coin. He found marbles
and chalk and Irvine and a couple of
nails and top and candIe-end. but
no money. His face was a study as
he saw the conductor drawing nearer.
Finally he made a dash and swung
himself off the car. 1t hadn't gone a
quarter of a. block before he began
running after it. Finally with great
burst of speed he caught up and jump
ed aboard.
you lose your nickle?" queried the con-
ductor
Yep. lost it but found 'er again.
was the response.
Where was it?" persisted the Of
| fetal.
In my mouth" replied the lad with
an embarrassed grin, and the fat man
who was reading his paper in the next
seat shook so he nearly dropped
He walked up to the Knutsford
counter and bowed his acknowledge
ment when Colonel Henshaw handed
him pen. His clothes had an odor of
newneSS and his linen was immacu-
late. John B. Jackson, KokOmO, Ind, -
he wrote on the register with flourish
Colonel Henshaw smiled with his hand
over his mouth.
Isn't your wife with you. Mr.. Jack
son." he asked.
.'Oh, er-yes,' replied Mr.. Jackson
and he was red clear down to his col
lar when he added, and WIFE to his
name on the register.
"Oh yes ii happens frequently" said
Colonel Henshaw, after a bell boy had
started with Mr.. and Mrs. Jackson for
their apartments. When a man
hasn't been married over a few days
and when he's been used to travelling
by himself he often forgets all about
his bride We see some strange things
in the hotel business. Why 1 knew a
man once who
But here a traveller wanted to know
how soon his ''bawth' would be ready.
By the time he was satisfied a woman
had to be infinitely instructed as to the
way to the tabernacle and before the
colonel caught another leisure moment
he had forgotten his story.
Some time ago The Herald reprinted
some stories of the escapades of Will
lam J. Bryan, jr., in Chicago. A Lin
coin woman who knows the lad and
his parents we'll contributes this one.
She says she was passing the Bryan
residence one day when she saw Will
lam swinging on the front gate. She
stopped to speak to him and after ex-
changing the usual salutations she
asked him:
do you want to go to Washington,
William %
Nav. I'd ruther stay right here
was the reply. You can't convince
paw that he don't want to go to Wash
jngton but Lineoln's plenty good
enough for me-
The kitten population of a block on
Seventh South street was increased by
children in the neighborhood were in
tereSted. The new family pre-empte1
a barrel in the basement of a residence,
greatly to the annoyance of the chate-
leine thereof. Every day from one to
dozen youngsters piled down the
basement steps to look at the old
mother cat and her progeny.
One day a tot of six ventured down
by herself In a moment she came
bullying out with her eyes wide with
a dozen of her playmates were inter
esting themselves with a cow that
truly mOOed.'' To them she ran, cry
ing as she came up:
"Oh, the old mother cat has died
dead right with her Kittens
Forthwith there was hubbub in kid
dom. All except a sunny-haired boy
who, like large bodies. moves slowly.
ran to the basement There. sure
enough. was a large and sufficiently
dead cat on top of the kittens. The
chatter of the small people was life
like imitation of their mothers at a
sewing circle.
Suddenly one youngster broke out
with:
why. it's our old Tom"
Indeed and in truth it was Tom and
not the mother cat at all. The corpse
was lifted out of the barrel and cast
into the alley. where by this time it is
sufficiently decaved Now the story got
to the older folk on the block. They
marveled much that a Thomas cat
should seek such place to die. 1t was
figured that Thomas was the papa of
the catlets and that he climbed uD
there to get a last look at his sons and
daughters.
Many a moral was pointed from this
touching piece of brute devotion Visi-
tors to the neighborhood were told of
ii and if they seemed incredulous, they
were shown the very barrel AS the
days passed the tale of the devoted
papa cat passed into history and was
almost forgotten. as much history is
especially the chronological part of it. /
But there is a sequel. what the young
man who does the whitewashing on a |
near contemporary would call ''Penvoi'' /
The "envoi'' part of it, like the post
script in the woman correspondent /
letter. is the more interesting. One of /
the Jimmerson kids. and those Jim
mersons are the terror of the neigh |
borhOOd. told it to an older friend The 4
older friend repeated it and so it finally |
reached the adult community.
The papa cat didn't climb UP into the /
barrel at all. He did not even have /
the grace to die in the barrel As a /
matter of fact he didn't know he was l
in the barrel. The Jimmersons found |