The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-05-13


Amt he? Oh you needn't worry,
he amt goin' furI All he's waiting fer
is Ter you to give the signal
Mel! The man In the helmet drew
''Yesslr Soul You walk out there
and lounge up toward the DRUG store
and jest look over 10 Charley and nod
twice Then you staaa on the corner
and watch and see what YOU see. When
you see it, YOU yell fer Charley and cit
up the health Office and ait Their men
up here and into that Dago cellar like
hell! The nigger'n be there They
don't know him, ana he'll Just drop
in to Try and sell the Daeoes some pol
Icy tickets. You understand ne?"
by ali that's mighty. Pixley," said
the policeman, With an admiration that
was almost reverence, "you are a
schemef."
Mem Gott!" screeched Bertha's uncle
swapping his teeth fercely on h g pipe
stem, as he idng open the door of the
girls room. "Yc0 want to disgrace
me nit der whole neighbourhoot. Lee
ton Night? Q0id ut Stob at Beoples
in der streed slant oNidside uhd litzen
to dod crying"
But Bertha, an undistinguishabie
heap on The 1oor of the unit room,
only gasped brokeniy for breath and
wept on.
"Ach, ach, ach. lieber Colt in Him
mel!'' sobbed Bertha why didn't
Toby come for me? Ach. achl What
iss happened NIT Toby? Something's
ISIS happened know utr
va, var jibed Crate: Something's
got anoder wife. dod's vot happened!
Brob'ly letting ad you nit anoder voo-
mansi NOt for did he nefer tolt you
we're helif2 So you Wouldn't ketch
him; dod's der reason! You're a poorly
vun. you are! Runnin' efter a doity
Dago mensl Bel Gott, you bedder git
opp und back your glo'es. una stob
grYin'. I'm goin' to mofe ovid to-
morrow, und YOU kin go verefer you
please. / ain'd goln' to sday anoder
day in stitch neighbourhOot. Fife
more smallpox lanterns yoOst opp der
streed I'm goin' mofe CLEAN to der
oder eht of der city. Und you can
come by me or you can run efter your
DagO mems und his VOOmens! Dod's
why he dittn't come to marry you,
YOU grazy-ut's a vOOmans!
mo. nOv' screamed Bertha, stop
ping her ears with her forefingers
Lies, lies, liesr'
Bertha went to live in the tiny
room with the canary bird and the
engraving of THE Rock of Ages. -
This was putting lime in the canker,
but somehow she felt that she could
go to no other place. She told the
landlady that her young mon had not
done so we'll in business as they had
expected, and had sought. work in an
other city. He would come back, she
said.
morning to Stifle her sObbing in the
pillow. "Ach Toby, couldn't you sent
ed me yOOst one word, you might sent
ed me yOost one word, yOOst one, to
tell me what has happened nit you.
Ach, Toby, Toby"
The canary sang happily; she loved
IL and tended 1t, and the gay little
prisoner tried to reward her by the
n1Cst marvellous triIling in his power,
but her heart was the sorer for every
song.
After time she went back dreariIy
to the kraut-smelling restaurant, to
the work she had thought to leave
forever, that day when Toby had not
come for her. She went out twenty
times every morning, and Oftener as
1t wore on towards evening, to look
at his closed stand, always with a
choking hope in her heart, always to
drag leaden feet back into the TeStau-
rant Several times, her breath fail
ing for shame, she approached Itali-
ans in the street, or where there was
one to be found at a stand of any
sort she stopped and made a purchase
and asked for some word of Toby
without result, always. She knew no
other way to seek for him.
One day WREN Bertha opened the
door of the tiny room the landlady's
lean black cat ran out surreptitiOusly-
The birdcage lay on the floor, upside
down, and of its jovial little inhabi-
tant the tokens were a few yellow
feathers.
She did not know until month af-
ter, when Leo Vesschi found her at
! the restaurant and told her that out
| in the new post house, that other song
! ster and prisoner, the gay little chest
nut vender. Pietro Tobligli, had called
/ lamentably upon the name of his God
and upon Libra Ogostine," and now
lay still forever, with the corduroy
waistcoat and its precious burden
! tightly clinched to his breast. Even
| in his deliriUm they had been unable
to coax or force him to part from it
| for a second