The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-05-04
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A Story Adapted
from the Memoirs
of Davy Crockett.

gathered near him. But once mere the
landlord interrupted TO say tna3
preaching at that time could not menu
the unfortunate Snowman 8 cOnullloh-
What is to be done, brother2 quer-
led the old preacher, sitting DOWN
again, a puzzled expression IN ms
e--es.
why" replied the innkeeper. as he
moved closer, speaking insinuatlIsiy'
you shake a good bow. Adam. ana "
WHAT" Numbered the old man,
straightening himself in the seat.
fiddle for a shOw-a puppet snow
The landlord shrank back a step from
the old man, then came up to lay
hand on his arm and say quietly;
Not for a puppet show, Adam-you
be fiddlin for the sick wife and the
little kids The fire died cut OF the
old eyes as quickly as it had bindled-
A glow of pity-Of infinite compassion
transformed him. He leaned out 70
place a hand on the landlords sn0ul-
der as he climbed stiffly to the ground
"Ah, that is different, very different
I should have thought of that!' Then
a troubled, questioning look came INTO
his face. He turned to ask, half apollo
getically: DO you think, now, that
l might just be concealed somewhere
while 1 pIay2 1t does not seem quite
you understand brother" His old eyes
begged this indulgence.
why, yes, the other agreed
That's easy to manage. Wen put
you behind the scenes so nobody Il
ever dream you hddled for a show
1T is not that I mind mems tongues,
brother; but I have never done a like
thing before, and TO make show OF
myself-if people should laugh-WouIu
not help the poor man." The old man
/ took his violin from among MS pooks
and went into the tavern as the land
! lord busted himself at taking out the
horse. NOdding to Crockett, standing
near, the innkeeper called: It'll De
all right; he'll play
/ Crockett returned to the anxious
/ child, calling out eagerly: come, SIS
I it's to be a show, after all Wen g
/ in now and get front seats" The
/ woodsman took up his rife and led the
/ child ahead of her parents. into the
I big, bare-raf tered tavern hall. Benches
and chairs stood ready, rows and rows
! and Harlequin, in faded tights, was
! testing the curtain OF his tiny stage
/ Crockett smiled at the glimpse he haC
/ of a stopped form shutting behind on
( Of the little side scenes, q violin helC
snug under his arm
/ Now, listen, sis, whispered IN
| hunter, as the magic curtain rose il
! awkward starts and stops. HARLEQUIN
bounded forth and bowed, a f1ddl
/ squeaked, broke into a rollicking tune
and, as the tumbler cdpered and vault
/ ed, went off into an ecstacy Of giSgles
like a girl tickled near to hysteria, tn
men stamped and cheered and the WO
men laughed. Little Sis stared open
eyed, gripping her companions bl
hand in a very agony OF enjoyment
Then came Punch, with his tricks an
jests, old as tradition and fresh as
baby's wonder. The ancient battle be
tween Punch and the Evil One, an
the unexpected entrance of Judy wit
her effective brOOmstick, held the audi
ence in a delighted good humor. An
always the fiddle was squealing, laugh
ing crying. in tune with the varyln
fortunes of the combatants. 1t wa
mad. wild music, mounting in intenslt
! until in the ecstacy of the final eT