The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-08-31

It was a curious bit of composition
uncouth, assuredly, and marred, may
be. with an unpardonabl Bile profanity
but 1t served. In the silence and gloom
Of the old stable. the doctors fingers
trembled as he read, and the good
wife's eyes, peering anxiously over his
heaving shoulders, filled and over
flowed with tears.
I wish that il We're in the veracious
| sequence of this simple history to give
this Maynard boy back TO the hearts
that loved him, and still in memory
enshrine him with affectionate regard:
but the hapless lad-tbe little ragged
12-year- old that wandered out of yo-
where into town. and wandered into
nowhere out again-neVer returned.
Yet we who knew him in those days
we who were children with him, and.
| in spite of boyish jealousies and petty
| chickering's. admired the gallant spirit
! of the lad-are continually meeting
| with reminders of him; the last in
| stance of which. in my own experience.
1 cannot here refrain from Offering:
For years ] have been "a wanderer
! from the dear old town of my nativity,
but through all my wanderings a gra-
cious fate has always kept me some
| where in its pleasant neighborhood,
and, in consequence, I often pay brief
/ visits to the scenes of my long-yan-
ished boyhood. II was during such
visit. but a few short years ago, that
/ remembrances of my lost youth We're
I most forcibly recalled by the progress
| of the county fair, which institution
was permitted to attend through the
kindness of an old chum who drove me
over in his buggy.
| Although it was not the day for rae
| ing. we found the track surrounded by
a dense crowd of clamorous and ap-
| pfaUSive people.
What does this mean?" l asked my
| friend, as he guided his horse in and
out among the trees toward the edge
! of the enclosure.
IT'S Professor Andrus, I suspect" he
| answered. rising in the buggy as he
Spoke. and peering eagerly above the
| heads of the surging multitude.
| And who's Professor Andrus?" 1
| asked, striking a match against the
tire of the now stationary buggy wheel,
and lighting the stump of my cigar.
Why, haven't you heard of-the ia
nous professor he answered. laugh
ingly-immediately adding in a serious
tone: Professor Andrus is the famous
horse tanner who has been driving the
| country absolutely wild here for two
or three days. Stand up here where
you can sect" he went on. excitedly.
''Yonder he comes! Isn't that splen-
did?"
And it was.
Across the sea of heads, and facing
| toward us down the track, / caught
sight of a glossy span of horses that
| in their perfect beauty of symmetry,
high heads, and tossing names looked
as though they were just prancing out
| of some Arabian dream. The animals
seemed nude Of rein or harness, save
| but a jeweled strap that crossed the
| breast of each, together with a slender
q he, -s6 ID
/ a jaunty little phaeton whose glitter
ing wheels slivered the sunshine into
splinters as they spun. Upon the
narrow seat of the airy vehicle sat the
driver. No lines were wound about
his hands-no shout or lash to goad
the horses TO their telling speed. They
were simply directed end controlled by
1.-The graceful motions of a long and
slender whip which waved Slowly to
and fro above their heads The great
/ crowd cheered the master as he came
| He arose deliberately, took off his hat.
and bowed The applause was deaf
ening. Still standing, he whizzed past
| US and was gone. But something in
the manner of the handsome fellow
struck me with a strange sense of IA
| miliarity- Was il the utter disregard
of fear that I saw within his face
Was il the keeRnesS of the eye and the
perfect seif-possession of the man? Or
was twas it the peculiar way in
which the right arm had dropped TO
his side after his salute to use while
curving past us, and did 1 fancy, for
that reason, that the palm of his hand
turned forward as he stood?
Clear the track. there," came a far
voice across the ring.-'Don't cross
there, in Gods name, Drive back,'
The warning evidently came too late.
There was an instant's breathless ST
lence. then a faraway, pent-sounding
! clash. then utter havoc in the crowd
! The ropes about the ring were broken
over. and A tumultuous tide of people
poured across the ring. myself borne
on the very foremost wave
"Jist the buggy smashed, that's all,'
| cried voice. THE bosses hain't hurf
-ner the man."
The man referred to was the profes-
sor. I caught a glimpse of him as he
rose from the grassy bank where he
had been flung. He was very pale
! but calm. An uncouth man brought
him his silk hat from where it had
| rolled in the dust
Wish you'd just take this hsndker-
| chief and brush it Off said the pro-
fessor: Il guess I've broke my arm
1t was The Boy from Zeeny.