The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1901-07-07

the reused one rising from MS pillow
and blinking.
Your missing something good, old
man. Listen to this said the visitor,
unfolding the paper, with an express
sion of great personal satisfaction:
WHERE WAS SHERIFF REYNOLDS
LAST NIGHT?
Are the people Of our fair city to be
reused from their siUmbers by a pack
of unruly persons just because it hap
pened to be the Fourth of July?
Last night the entire city was up
set by a mob of merry makers, who
carried on their Bacchanalian carnival
far into the morning under the guild
anCe Of q san Francisco drummer,
whose name the Star up to the hour
Of going to press was unable to secure,
but it will be published later.
We desire to ask of the county au-
thOrities-Where was Sheriff RenOlGs?
And we DEMAND to know
Mr.. Augustus Patterson sat up and
gaZed through the open window At the
butcher shop across the street. He
was planning a campaign.
Are you going to stand THAT
queried his visitor, coughing behind
his hand.
Not if I know myself responded
the popular drummer, getting up and
jumping hastily into his clothes. IN
shave MYSELF put on my frock and
silk hat, and go down to the Star Of
fiCe-and'-
And what?"
Kill the editor like a gentlemaa."
responded Mr.. Patterson, rubbing his
overnight growth of beard.
"Oh. I wouldn't do that, Gus. he
town wouldn't stand for 1t, ventured
the bringer of news.
What do.you suppose 1 care for the
TOWN after I get such deal as this
in a country paper? Why, / Wouldn [
let it get back to Frisco that / per-
mitted this to go unanswered for q
Hale & NOrcross dividend What
more if my California customers
thought I hadn't the sand to live up
to the traditions of Nevada and talk
back, I'd lose the whole crowd. MF.
Patterson shook the paper out at arm S
length and stuck to his view. mo, sir.
I'm going to KILL him.
He shaved rapidly, donned his best
bib and tucker. took a nice. bright
unused Smith & WessOn gun from his
grip. slipped Il into his hip-pOcket,
and strobe downstairs, followed by
his friend.
You can tell the boys" he said to
his companion, with a tremOr IN his
voice. IF anything happens, that I
called the bluff and made good. Never
mind giving me any advice. It's
showdown, and I'm there to deliver
the goods"
Mr. Patterson hurried down the
main street. inquiTing the way 10 the
Star office of a seamster whom he met
in front of the postOffice, and present
~ found himself with his foot on the
threshold.
Hello, mister" piped the shrill voice
of the printers devil. who sat with his
feet spread out on the exchange table.
''WhO'st you want to see2" Mr. Pat
terson, keen for the work ahead Of
him. decided to be cool
Il want TO know if the Star is pub
lished here2'' he inquired.
yep" replied the kid.
DO you know who wrote that ar
ticle2" placing his finger on the par
ticular story that had reused him
4 guess the editor done it. What's
the matter Of it," inquired the kid
proceeding to shear bits of paper in a
tantalizing way.
Mr.. Patterson remained perfectly
placid.
rs the editor in?"
Yep"
Can the person be seen"
''What'chu want to see the editor
about-advertisin' ~
''No-purely a personal matter
Here's my card
The boy shuhied his feet off the
desk, reached out a dirty. ink-begrimed
fist, took the paStebOard and started
for a back room. Mr.. George Au-
gustus Patterson heard the rustic Of
papers in the rear Of the building
Mechanically he dove for his gun
''If these Nevada editors are as lively
on the draw as I hear they are,
guess it's good business for me to get
my shooting iron numbered - he
thought to himself; and acting upon
his wisdom, placed the weapon behind
him in his strong right hand. He
fully decided to shoot the instant his
adversary showed the slightest in
clination to open hostilities. He was
filled with resentment and a thirst for
trouble.
He heard footsteps approaching from
the rear room, but remained perfectly
calm.
IN moment a trim. fresh-faced
young woman appeared in the door
way. Good morning, sir What can
do for you2 Won't you be seated p