The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-03-12

HE evening sunlight, pink
as a wild rose, shot
through the open spaces
Of the clearing and into
- the mems room, where
-. the tired river drivers,
E1[TElNtH released from the days
SeSSz5H work, lounged about the
sszzEs7a central stove The sun
light fell on the rough floor in streaks.
and lighted jumps head till her hair
looked like notes in the sun. 1t
touched with flame the bowl of Jere
my's pipe. The rest of the room was
in duck, cOncealing from Jeremy. ever
fertile raconteur. that his mates had
yielded themselves to after-sUpper dOz-
ing. Only his little girl sat, erect and
eager, as if drinking honey from his
lips. The rtelligibility of his tales
to her childish perception only height
ened their charm. Like dim incanta-
tions. they had the spell of the mystic
and she translated them to suit the
mood or the hour.
ITO cut a long story shOrt'-he re-
peated the euphemistic phrase as those
do VINO cut short stories lOng-"She
says, says she, TO me, Would you have
the goodness to remove that ere pipe
of yourn from your lips" or words to
that uffeCt-'
This be the smoker, madame says
!. Cam-Iike and firm, and pipes be
allowed. But would you be so obleeg-
ing as to remove that ere dOrg of yOurn
TO the freight. whar he belongs?' A"
How did the dOggie look, Jeremy %
cried jumps, alive to this feature of the
Incarnation
Nothing is more annoying to the
story-teller than Irrelevant queries that
swerve the course of the story mid
stream. But the snag was jumps, so
Jeremy treated it with respect.
The same war the hombliest Critter
you ever laid eyes on. Molasses-c olored,
with ears like two pancakes on him.
4
would have bothered him considerable
in chawin when he come to chaw."
Jcremys Wit was richly rewarded by
Jimps' cascade of laughter. He ram
bled ~on.
Her PAWN the smoke away and
sniffin' the foOlishest. But was never
one To stan out agin Il woman. only
tibet long to uphold my manly dignity;
so | lays my pipe daown on the sill.
accidental-l6e, the while l mOught
be ponderin' somethin' purity deep
Jeremy's voice. sinking mysteriOuSly,
aroused jumps nimble Imagination. Her
dark eyebrows were raised to d point
above her triangular brown eyes a = she
leaned forward out of her high chair.
She looked like a startled insect.
How deep We're it. jeremy Bout
as deep as that woodchuck hole by the
big beech tree"
What be you taIkin' Of. daughtie?
There warn't no wOodchuck holes on
thct Adirondack express. We was
halfway between Big Moose and
Beaver River. ] reckon. when quick
81 d wink thet wumman Tipped my
pipe out OF the window"
oh, That We're smart of the lady,
weren't it,
Jeremy. instead Of gratitude for this
solitary instance of attention in
TOomful of sleeping dummies. betrayed
the slightest bitterness.
"A burned bit too smart fer me. So I
jist yanked her dorg uP by his big
cans and he follered the pipe daown the
tracks. I'm blessed If he didn t.
The poor little doSgie,' burst out
jumps. in frenzy Of unexpected com
miseretiOH-
she jumped from her chair and ran
TO Jeremy vengefuly. Her red lips
QuiVered to a Sob, and her eyebrows
were ruh1ed.
You hurt the poor doggie. and I
won't love you any more
"What-whats this2' muttered old
Eli. turning in his barrel chair Who's
hurtiR' little jumps p
Jeremy had at least gained a listener.
Eli. when he heard the next catch
word. recognized the tale. and groaned
at his inopportUne wakefulness.
Il didn't hurt the critter none
daughtie.. Listen and you'll find out
At Clear Water L was stOppin' TO see
my sisters folks. and purity glad to get
shook off from that jawin' wumman;
but off she gets too. tn pursue the
argument when. what in the name Of
Wonderment did We see a-comin' daown
the railroad tracks, -.--..-
The thrill of an approaching climax
aroused the last sleepers, and Jeremy
Was tiCl1led by the stir
Tibet ere appeared dOrg of hern,
tTOttin' q cool % ye please
oh. was he real coOl?' rippled jumps
appre"iative, as always, OF minor
points.
Jeremy swept magnificentIy on.
And tibet gol-darned pipe OF mine in
his ugly mouth. Hey, what dye say to
that. Old man Joe?"
The dear little doggie,' dubbed
jumps. And the pipe in his mouf! And
We're he smOkin' il, jeremy"
The satire. unconscious though it
WAS. did not escape the Quick-witted
lumbermen. They burst into roars Of
laughter at Jeremy'S expense. The
Supplemented old fellow accepted the
laughter as tribute to the success of
The tale
Il were witness to a most astoundin'
occurrence last winter began Mart
waggishly.
Yes. [ reckon we've all sawed
mighty wonders" said Davy drily. "ef
you give US time to think on 'em up
Little jumps, in Jeremy'S arms. suf-
Esred the agony of unworthy obscuriity.
Rfere were all the boys with such
marvelS at the tips of their tongues
while she must sit in extinguishment.
There was a silence. during which
jumps meditated d hundred fine be-
ginninSs, like one who tTegnbles or
the verge of his first impromptu
speech. She slid down from Jeremy's
knees and began in an awe-stricken
tone;' I've had wonder. too,
haven't teiled no one what l sawed on
the tote-road this mornin'.'
Her tone so deliciOUsly echoed -Jere
my's own, at his most inspired mo-
ment, that the men laughed, but were
silenced by JeremY's gentle plea
Let the young I'M tell her story. and
you boys listen and bark to IL -
Il went out 10 the tote-road this