The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-03-01
SHY OCK HOMES: HIS POSTHYMo NOUS. MINORS Me-
Mr.. Homes
Skaters An AIbi.

enough for a historical novel. He came down from
somewhere up the river as a stowa"ay on a lumber
raft sometime before the American revolution broke
out with nothing but dog and musket 20 his name
Landed in the city he sold the dog dozen umes'
How many times did he sell the dog" de-
manded.
"A dozen" said the funkey. He'd sell him, you
see, and then walk or with the money, trusting 10
old Schneider to come back him. On the money
thus gained, he managed 10 live comfortably untl ne
got job on bowling Green seLllns ul. nine pms TOT
the select people of the city after which i'm year
two having saved little money, he started tap
room and chop house, which ne kept Iot eighteen
years. disappearing at the end of that time
How very interesting said J. IL don't suppose
you could get inside there where 1 can hear some
of their marvellous tales"
emphasized my remark with another gold-pece.
and in a few minutes, arayed assistant walter,
found myself in the brilliant dinniug-room Of DIT.
Deidrick EnickerbOcker filling the glass OF the now
louuacious Rip Van Wrinkle over and over again with
and other drinkables of most excellent quality.
long in discovering that the turnkey had not
deceived me as to the nature OF Rip Van Wrinkles
"reminiscences They were what a literary friend Of
mine used to call 'thrillers, and shilling shockers
and as he recounted over and over again the lively
ancient days I must confess 1 found them pretty
strong for my taste, which has not been deve-
Oped a vichy and milk diet. by any manner OF
means. A more abandoned OLD wretch Inan me- coulu
not be found in a month of Sundays in that modern
Babylon they call New York and as for the Wit Of
his nara tons that was atested TO by the shreks or
laughter that followed upon his periods. which
twice attracted the attention Of the police patrolng
without
ut was ia warm old town in those days" Van
Wrinkle cried he finished up a tale which have not
the courage TO put upon paper The bottomless pit
up the river is a nice-bOx alongside Of dear old New
York when Dedrick and were cronles-'
You kept famous tavern, RIP the Doctor an
sWered. "Such things eat such things to drink. and
what a company Do you remember the night when
William Van Gheel and Temis Fyn and you and
were landed in the old Sugar House jail for painting
the nose of George Thirds statue red white and blue?
Oh, those days, those days! And"
Sunday afternoon on the battery, Ell Deidrick,
when little Peggy Tenhoven and her cousin, Margaret
Carstessen, were in their primer Rip returned.
And the picnic out Bedloe's island when stole
and wore the uniforms or lne, Two brush onlceIa
who were sleeping off their night before at the tap
room? oh, what fun we mad that day. dream OF II
yet. / never hrted so in my life before
ITS a good thing your wife never learned OF those
days, Rip" said the Doctor, solemnly "Thered have
Il have to thank you for that sir" Rip answered
eff It hadn't been for that wild tale OF the Kaaters
kills you got up for me to tell when got home, I'm
afraid thered have been a peck Of trouble for your
Uncle Rip"
And SO it. went on for hours Long before the clock
his own lips % convict Rip Van Wrinkle, not only Of
deseron but of number of others of the most select
crimes in calendar But il served my not at
all. for il happened that when the evening party
broke up the joviay of the party had reached such
bounds that nothing would do but that the turnkey
and should JOIN i'm the revery of parting. and after
absorbing a delicious juep handed me by Rip himself
tripping hand in hand around the table and singing
Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush" in tones
fit raise the dead. Moreover it fell also to my lot
to carry Rip Van Wrinkle home, thrown limp and
sleeping across my shoulder for 10 was clear the mo-
reached the street that ne was In no cOndl-
ton to go home alone. MS ess uoupe9 UP under hn
like so many blades of jack-knife and in this condl-
ton left him his front door. running like cow
ard from the field of battle, after ringing the door
bell to summon whoever might have the privilege OF
letting him in
Detective as 1 am, have not the heart to betray
a man / have drunk with, and carried home after.
Moreover the evidence had was not proper to SUD
NIT to a lady of Mrs. Rip Van Wrinkles advanced
years.
Hence it that next day j addressed a short
note TO my client resguing my commission the
n.r0TTu q ] II
possible service 10 her.
CNext week:--Mr. Homes Solves Question Of
Authorship
Copyright, 1908, by John Kendriok Bangs