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

ST8T%4H@fH seated, then drew the
rein-straps taut, and
the well trained horses
started on a satisfying trot down the
avenue a few minutes later, when a
mile had been covered the horses
turned into a business street, and the
carriage wheels that had been rolling
smoothly over level asphalt began to
jubble over Belgian blocks
simultaneously the course of the car
riage, that so far had been direct and
unimpeded by business traffic grew
devious, as the driver, without slack
ching the speed, WOye his way skiIfuHy
through tangle of drayS and trucks
trolley cars and delivery wagons. Half
mile farther on. the traffic becoming
still denseT. the rate of progress was
decreased to walk. Still farther
along there We're occasional forced
stops, and once or twice the man on
the box, at the risk of displacing his
cervical vertebrate. scanned anxiousIy
the face of a church clock. sixty or
eighty feet above the pavement level
Just before he reached certain cor
ner he gazed even more auxiOuSIv al
the hands of timepiece i'm the tower
of the oldest church in the city. It
showed that i've minutes were still
lacking before the famous bells would
beSin striking the hour, and, much re
HeVed in his mind the coachman eased
off at the reins. When the corner was
reached the horses turned to the left
Of their own vOlition. Presently they
drew Up quietly in front of soaring
structure Of granite and polished mar
bic, with cleaning brass handrails on
its revolving weather doors and great
Crystalline plates of glass in the win
doWs.
The driver descended with delibera-
ton from his box and opened the car
rage door respectfully. As his en-
pIoyer stepped out, a passer-by, awe
struck. said to his companion.
That's old man SO-and-SO. He can
sign his check for as many millions
as you can earn dollars in a week.
How'd you like to be in his placer
As the from ray-haired millionaire
passed. with dignity. through the cir
cling door of the tall building he heard
the remark. The answer was not
audible. and as he was shot UD to his
suite of offices. on the seventeenth
floor above the sidewalk, he wondered
idly what it had been. and his face
wore curious, haf-puzzled, half
amused look.
With a small, fiat key he let himself
in through door whose OPAQUE
ground glass panel was bare of any
inscription, though a little farther
down the corridor another door. with,
"A beautifully transparent upper half,
bore his name in small but impressive
golden letters done in elegant Roman
capitals.
tered was his own private office. a
duh tinted rug, from the orient, nearly
covered the floor. a long. framed.
panoramic view OF a smelter, whose
tall chimneys vomited great volumes
of black smoke, hung directly over his
massive roil-top desk. On one side
wall were photographs Of other manu-
featuring establishments. On the
opposite wall was Il picture of
logging operations in n pine forest
the tall trunks suggesting nothing so
much as temple columns, and it was
nanked on the left by q view of
deep pit, hewn out of the rocks in
which a group of quarrymen were at
work, and on the right by a floating
Gredge that could take two tons of
mud out of q river bottom at every
bite. Directly opposite his desk be
meath a handsome sienna marble
mantle, a gas log glOwed cheerfuIly.
Deep leather-cOvered chairs were
scattered here and there.
The Capitalist glanced quickly about
him and sat down at his big fiat desk
just as the tenth stroke of the famous
old church clock sounded. In a neat
pile before him he found dozen type