The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1901-04-14

fully. repeated again and with abso-
lutte sincerity that prayer whlch eX-
presses so simply, SO b-ief1y.. all our
needs, physical and spiritual; that
places us at once in the comforting
position of a beloved child asking with
confidence for Fathe T's aid A prayer
whose beauty and strength share IN
the immortality of its divine composer.
And then / rose and went forth, pre-
pared to accept success or defeat; lust
as the good Lord should viii.
AS I passed around the hotel and APP
preached the theatre on Twenty
street. an enormous upheavaI of ice
blocked the way; ice piled shoulder
high in front of the theatre door, and
on one side of the glittering mass stood
a long, tall thin man as mad as
hornet, while on the other side, stOlid-
ly, stupidity silent, stood a squat IRISH
man. with iceman'S tOngS in one hand
and q shock of red hair in the other
The long. fiail-like arms of the long
man were in wild motion In righteous
wrath he was trying TO make the bog
trotter understand that the ice was
for the hotel whose storage door was
but a few feet to his right. when he
saw me making chamois-like jumps
over the blocks of ice, trying to reach
the door, With black, Drowned cOur-
tesy, he told me: ITO use the second
door, that morning, to reach the box
| Office"
had unconsciously, formed an idea
of Mr.. DAILY, and I was looking for a
small dark, very dark. nervously. ir-
ritabIe man. and was therefore frank
! ly amused at the wrath of the long,
/ thin man, whose vest and whose trou-
! sers could not agree as to the exact
ilOcation of the waist line, and laughed
openly at the ice scene, winning in re-
| william could well wear. Then cheer
| fully remarked: I'm looking for Mr..
DAILY, can you tell me where am like
| " to find him?''
IN ten Mr.. Daily that, please" I
He smiled and said: "well. then.
tell me-Im Mr.. Daly-are you?
Yes answered, I'm the girl come
out of the west, to be inspected. I'm
| Clara, Morris"
He frowned quickly. though he held
! out his hand and Shook mine heartily
enough and asked me to come into his
office.
It was a Granny in the wall. It held
a very small desk and one chair, be-
hind which was a folding stool. As he
| entered, 1 laughingly said; L think
I'll lean here, I'm not used to sitting
on the floor" but to my surprise as he
| brought forth the stool, he CURLY re-
piled: Il was not going to ask you to
sit on the floor" which so amused me
that I could not resist asking: ARE
you from Scotland, by chance, Mr.
Daly?" and he had frowningly s2id:
mo-" before the old, old joke about
Scotch density came to him.
Then he said with severity: Miss
| Morris. I'm afraid your bump Of rev.
erence is not well developed"
And 1 laughed and said: There's a
hole there, Mr.. Daily, and no bump al
ALL" and though the words were jest
ingly spoken there was truth and tc
spare in them: and there too. was the
cause of all the jOltS and jars and fr1c-
ton between us, in our early days to
gether. Mr.. Daily was as god II
his wee theatre, and was taken always
seriously. l knew not gods and took
nothing under heaven seriously Nc
wonder we Jared. Every word J spoke
that morning rubbed Mr. Days fur the
/ wrong way. / offended him again and
| again. He wished to show me the
theatre and striking match, lit a way
taper and held it up in the auditorium
at which 1 exclaimed: ''Oh, the pretty
little match boxi Why, it's just a lit
tie toy playhouse, is it not2'
Which VeXed him so, 1 was quite
crushed for a minute or two. One
thing only pleased him: 1 could no
tear myself away from the pictures
and I praised rapturously beautiful
velvety-shadowed old engraving. We
grew quite friendly over that, bu
when we came to business, he informed
me I was comedy woman, root anC
But" said. task Mr. Edwin
Booth, or Mr.. Davenport, or Mr.
He waved me down: ST won't asl
: anyone" he cried; Il never made {
: mistake in my life. You couldn'