The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1901-04-07

hands outstretched-
Thank you, o, thank your
He was a newcomer and knew moth
ing Of his emp employer or ro,,eS 81
man, with "A fair athletic rep
utation and a much wider reputation
among women. he was lust at present
stopping without the pale of ciyillzaton
until his father should be in the mood
to sacrifice the fatted calf And looking
into the pale. eager face uplifted to his.
he realized that this woman had come
from his own world. SO he clasped the
outstretched hands, and thanked fate
for holding the rest of the men in the
distant corral.
Life seemed a trifie easier after he
came. For. while the other men smoked
and snapped yarns in tn twilight hour,
he swung in the hammock near the
kitchen door and whistled the music
she loved. and the work moved the
faster for the inspiration. But he did
not understand her. He did not know
that this woman was idealizing his
music. not himself. And one day she
bent over the baby and whispered.
while an unnatural light shone in her
eyes:
Baby. dear. there's almost 500 now
in the old shell box. Just a few more
dollars, and we can cross the noun
tsins. you and 1. Baby, do you under
stand2 There are organs beyond those
mountains, organs that sound like the
Great Amen And we viii stay till we
hear them ail-the organs. the singers.
the violins and the CellOs. You've never
heard a cello. dea1ests but it's such
wonderful music. and seems to go to
the very roots of your soul. II will be
ever so much better than the boys
whistling that you like to hear"
And the child, as if it understood,
nestled closer and closer 60 her breast.
Her husband had gone 30 Saguache
again for supplies. The two days nee
essary for the trip had rolled into four
and then into six. When at last he
drove, with rollicking song and whoop.
into the corral, the man who whistled
SAID unprintable things under his
breath. Then with arms folded on the
rough rail, he watched the unsteady
figure lurch towards the house, and a
smile that was not good to see passed
over his face. That night as she washed
the supper dishes, her husband sprang
up from the sofa near the great fire.
place, and cried:
Tell that fellow to stop his Internal
whistling. or I'll break his
But something in his wife's face made
him stop. He settled duly back to his
doing.
Two weels later he rode in from the
range, to end the cowboys who had
preceded him grouped about the door
an but the man VINO whistled In their
silent. awkward pose. something sug-
aside while he entered the house and
closed the door behind him. on the
table lay note which none Of them
had dared 10 touch. Then, with unseeL
ing eyes, they looked at each other.
waiting for the outburst that never
came. The only sound in the room was
the gurgle-g urgle of the liquor as Nth
INSTEAD hand, he tilted the flask
Just. across the range on the XIV
ranch the man who whistled might
have been found had the HUSBAND
sought TO satisfy his honor. He whistled
no longer. and hard-eyed surprise and
disappointment We're stamped OF his
handsome face The Wife with the
child had turned 10 the east. But the
husband never crossed the range. He
was too near the end, even for that
Davis, the musical critic. sat in the
gallery of st. Agnes church. watching
with cold. cynical eyes the influx of
the fashionable congregation EfDion-
aires. their wives ard, their daughters
the latter gorgeous in Easter raiment.
filed the pews below him. To tlis right
lay the great white and gold altar.
guarded by clergy and servers in flow
ing vestments OF lace. On his left use
the organ loft, where the anest singers
of the metropolis sat waiting to chant
the Easter music at exOrbitant salar-
les.
Davis stole an impatient look at his