Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1906-05-19
\ oMMoTIoN was rampant at

~ OM MollON was rampant at
Laundry Row'-the patrol
stood in front OF No. One, and
Tim futile was being guided
from the door to the wagon, and lifted
10 the seat.
He's all In. this time" said a stout
creature, from the doorway Of No.
Three, where she stood with her arms
akimbo Hen not be back for
long time; good thing, too: t n give
poor Janet a chance to save som't for
the kids"
The patrol ratified away with the
deafening din of its gong, It's half
unconscious victim. faithful dog, and
TWO Vigilant and energetic blue coats.
Ihere, don't squall, Tubby" said
little john "Rover'll take care O. dad;
he'll ne'er leave the Jail door; e'erbudy
KNOWS dad down theer; an he'll git
good STUN TO eat; mother needs yer 10
carry the pegs; Use Off ter hunt n
job
But poor, weak Tim futile was sure
enough ''all in that time, for n few
weeks later Janet Tuttle and Tubby
were seen going over the hill to the
cemetery their arms full Of lilaes and
sweet williams. John was left at
nome to deliver some laundry by
o'clock In the afternoon. Having q
half hour to spare, he was closeted
with Rover, IN his cave in the hill
some little distance back OF his moth
er's yard. The conversation was over
heard by the stout creature of No
Three, who, having seen John depart
for his cave, was sure he had gone
there TO cry. same as he did when his
father had died, with her sleeves rolled
up, she wandered after him. to COM
fort his little heart. again. II was
not sobs that met her ears. however.
as she paused outside, before calling
to him No. Three could not have
possibly entered the eave-but earnest
and well-meant conversation, intended
for no ears but Rover's.
IT'S no use, old Teller, yer whinin'
or tattin' yer tail or lftin' yer paw;
tell yez things IS dlff'rent, yer can't
carry the peg basket fer me, no more,
nuther: ives had snap. but that's all
off, now. Don't yer see, | can't allus
be hangin' out clothes fer tn hull
county; Tubll has ter do that now,
and carry his own pegs, too; yers an
mes got ter contribt' som't'in' TIL way
o dough. Yves got ter git down an
dig; me fer dough an years fer a bone.
Dig, an that's no Josh, nuther, is al
ready got a job diggin spuds
fer Mr.. Moon in the fall: but
that's not now, an So rs goin' 10
show yer how to do yer part, and
here's NEE PLAN ! think Mr., Moonll
buy yer for this summer, anyways:
he needs yer bad nough, an mebby
the mon yer brings II pay tn rent for
a SPELL Use gon' to hit the road to
the shelters, an strike 'em for q job;
IN tn fall, mebby I can buy Yer back:
now let's not whine nor snivvle fer
faint no use; we'se got to dig, an
some day. old Teller, it'll mebby be
more'n spud
No Three drew down one sleeve and
whipped II across her eyes, as she went
back Of the hill to escape little John
as he issued from his cave, safe from
the ears Of the world. so he thought
II allus knowd II an said It, too:
theirs good stuff in John: he'll come
out on top, VII II has nothin' to do
with II. And rolling up her sleeve
again, she struck off across the open.
with firm resolve knit tight between
her lips "seu Rover, indeedyl don't
know what that costs little John? Me
washin kin stan In the rinsin'; is 60
in meself ter see Moon"
No. Three had accomplished her err
rand before young John futile had de-
llvered his huge bundle of laundry.
Moon was the right sort too and not
only bought Rover, when John offered
him for sale, but gave him back again.
and saved the boy from the shelters,
by giving him wholesome. outdoor
work on his farm, the year round.
HOOR DUNCAN! He took his life
into his own hands at the age Of
10 years. Some of the details lead
ing UP to that horror may win for him