The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1901-06-30
How 81. Catherine Came
To PIun9free HilY0ck.
BY Mrs. Burton Harrison.

We're Jock Tibbs ana his future son-in-
law, Old COttleshin, whom any man
could hold in pIa3e by the simple meth
cd of paying his tavern. score Jock
talked brisl1ly, plying his comrade with
drink, looking neither right nor left,
I when deserted by the rest.
When at last some gaping qUidnunc
ran IN to tell Tibbs that St. Catherine
was even now stepping before his door,
cOnjuring him to be a man and come
out and face the music, Jock swOre the
B Saint should not interrupt him in better
fun. and then hastily urged Cottleshin
to let him fill his tankard anew.
pOment later a drawer, out Of
( breath, the landlord, puffed with i'm
pOrtance,. and several others ran back
1 10 rouse Jock from his unaccountalble
indifference 10 current events. A Won
drous thing had happened. What would
he say TO the honor that had befallen
him2 All talked at once. Jock staring
from one to the other, old COttleshin
stLng stupid drunk, with his chin upon
, his chest
again in chorus. Jocks own child, the
prettlest. wench l. the village, had been
chosen by the Saint TO be her special
handmaiden! Nay, more, when Jock $
or favor. she had. unlike her usual
I habit, offered no word of contradiction
Sitting stock still, the truculent dame
/ whose tongue had vanqutshed every i'm
Vader of her house, from her pa son to
a Sander, seemed under q spell of sub
4 mission. An beshrewe me, carrier" ex-
4 planned one Of Jocks favorite boon fell
i lows, '1they do say twas because the
saint promised thy spouse that if she'd
I be 3atient and fOrbearing thOu'd st
\ leave her for good before mornin'."
Said she sO?" cried the carrier, start
/ ing to his feet, "by our Lady, that's a
! saint after my own heart!"
To thy heels, man, if thOud see thy
wench again roared a rat rustic, puff
I ting in. Even now, the prOeessiOn's
J formed, thy child standing beside st.
/ Catherine, who has got one arm tight
/ round her. An by my tFOth, by the
/ legs and shoulders of her, the saints
no more. nor less Than a Gallant dressed
I woman fashion,"
ITO the rescue!' shouted Jock. SEEM
/ ing to collect his scattered wits, and
darting from the door.
Saint or no saint. we can't let it
carry off our fairest Wench unchal-
lenged,' cried another man, running
out after him.
They aroused CottIeshin. forcing him
4 to the recovery of his bride. In the
melee that fOllOwed--an event prob
ably not unexpected, seeing how well
ST. GATHERINGS followers were prepared
for 1.-THE Plumtree faction came UP
with the runaways in a. forest glade
not far away, and soon had the worst
Of it.
on an sides trey lay. bethwacked and
! bruised, on the carpet of dead leaves
Cottleshin faring particularly i'll ct the
hands of the saint herself, who fought
with surprising agility. considering heI
robes and crown. Marian, well in the
background of the saints forces. ha6
covered her eyes with two pretty brown
hands, and was crying and trembling
with all her might
In a moment she felt herself lifted
from her feet, and amid q rush of vic
tOTiOIIS men shout st. Catherinet St
4 Catherinel" borne from the scene OF
conflict
Thus ended the great and only visi
of the spinsteT's guardian saint L
/ PIuHgtree HilIOck Some time aftel
Marian Tibbs departure with tn,
/ saints faction. a rumOr got about tina
the lass had been priya teIy married Il
VIII Scarlet. the famous Morri,
1 dancer, on the occasion of her lates
jaunt to Thornton, her father giving