The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1904-01-04
he WASN'T HUNGRY ANYHOW.
& Prospsctor Who Showed Himself &c
Be a Real Philosopher.
lNansas a. So

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The train was tying across the
Blains Of western Kansas on its way
from Denver to Kansas City. IN the
smoking compartment OF ne Pullman
sat senator from Colorado, q travel
ing salesman, a ca5tlen7an, Missouri
colonel and an Episcopal bishop. The
/ bishop was in the midst OF a discourse
upon philosophy and philosophers when
the senator Interrupted with-
II take it that a true philosopher is
a man who preserves q perfect bali
ance and q serene mind under all cir
cumstances and conditions. To him
. the extreme of good fortune and utter
disaster are alike incapable of disturb
/ ing his mental coIEposure or physical
well being. Few men reach this
height Among the thousands Of men
whom J have known, 1 can nos recall
but one VINO, to my mind, was really
and truly a genuine philosopher"
Tell Us about him, said the travel
inC salesman.
He was q rough old party named
Cavenaugh. He lived seven or eight
miles below Salida. in Colorado, on the
Arkansas river, in shack he called
his home. He was mining pFOspector
and spent most of his time IN the
mountains looking for a mineral bo-
nanza that he never had the luck to
find. When his supplies ran short and
his money gave out he would come
home and go to work. Hard by his
home was a limestone ledge that he
had taken up, and there he had little
pot limekiln. He would burn q kiln
Of lime and then wagon it up TO Sa-
lsda. sell it. and If he had any money
left after running up against the many
temptations Of that wide-open and very
lively little city, he would buy sup
plies and soon be eff in the mountains
sgain prospecting. The boys gave him
a title. They called him the Duke Of
LIMERICK.
zone day the duke came up to Sa-
Ida with lime and made an unusually
good sale He ate supper at the best
restaurant IN town and not long after
the lights were lit he entered the pre-
cincts of the Silver Moon gambling
house. Faro had a fascination for the
duke that he was seldom II ever able
to resist when he had any money. on
this particular occasion he argued with
himself that as luck was with him, as
clearly evidenced by the unexpected
profit of his lime sale, it would be fine
night to give the tigers tail hard
twist. The duke however. was a pru-
dent man. who always looked well into
the future and tried TO prepare for all
possible emergencies. So from the
mass of his wealth he took out silver
dollar and put it in the upper pocket OF
lis vest, a generally unused pocket
where it would lay forgotten until ne
cessity should force remembrance. As
he slowed the dollar away he re-
marked:
&" I'm all right now. no difference
what comes. I've got the tariff for a
good breakfast in the morning salted
away, anyhow
He secured a place at the faro table
and he played and he kept on playing
Sometimes he was ahead and then
again loser. but never absolutely broke
until way yonder when it was getting
well towards morning he met an IN
expected waterloo and rose from the
table busted. on his way out, near
the door. he passed by the roulette
wheel still buzZing away. Just then
the duke remembered a cigar that
someone had given him earlier in the
night. and he stopped and felt for it
in his upper vest pocket be did not
find j. for he had smoked it long be-
fore, bu he did find his breakfast dol
lar. At the very moment of this dis
covery the wheel few round and round
and the voice Of the wheelman sleepily
called cut:
Make your bets, boys. Black or
red, odd or even, you double your
money and the lucky eagle bird might
come your way
There was the duke with money
touching his fingers and a chance in
sight 60 win more. Il is easy to see
the result of such a conjunction. He
who hesitates is lost, they say, but the
cuke did not hesitate. He put his
breakfast on he red and the little white
ball jumped into the outside rim and
wetnt dancing and spinning around
liket a live thing from the impetus OF
the whir1 A moment. and the wheel
moved more slowly and the ball danced
more sedately. Then with the fast dy-
ing momentum the wheel was almost at
a standstilI and the-little ball. trem-
bling shaking and hesitating, slipped
gently into the black and stayed there.
The dukes breakfast was gone and he
was healthy man who had always
fine appetite, especially when 1t was
getting toward morning. The disaster
would have made most men swear, and
to some might have served as the last
straw which brings on desperation.
But as I have said the duke was that
rare thing, real philosopher. He sim
ply smiled over the catastrophe and
said:
E" We'll, I don't care damn for
breakfast, nohow. I amt hungry