Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1906-11-03

'"rhe wild November comes at iast
Beneath a veil Of rain;
Tho night wind blows its folds aside,
Her face is full OF pain
~ NE day this week, when Octo-
bers last hours seemed tinged
\ with April's rare smile and
loneliness chrysanthemums
blooming in profuslon IN an old lady.s
garden, attracted the attention of
passerby, who after gazing in wrapt
admiration for some moments was
tempted to enter the gate and buy
bunch of the yellow beauties. But the
old lady only shook her head. and
said
No. they're not for sale, my dear.
NV old mans Just come home IRON
the mines, and he won't let me sell
any,
stranger.
AYE. To be sure, they're mine, my
girl; that Is, 1 care for them ana
have them blooming 'gainst the time
papy gets back first of November,
but how many did YOU want, miss?
might give you a few--how's that
for party you say? Then can't let
you have them; It would take most
OF them, and my old man loves them
so, after seeing nothing but the bar
rem hills. all summer You see he
starts out prospecting soon as the
SHOWS gone, and the flowers greet ms
return"
But you have such quantities or
them" persisted the girl.
L 1paF
pans queer, and | like to humor him.
He knocks about all summer with
few comforts
"Why does ne go?"
why? Because it's In his blood,
that's why. He's gone for years, and
he simply can't stop. He can't give
over chasing the Elusive gold, like
that old prospector ] read about one
day; and when he comes homo and
sees these yellow flowers he always
says. Struck gold at last"
"Do you live alone. while he's
away?"
BLESS you, no; Charley, my grand
son, stays with me, then, and we've
always enough to live on; papy pro-
vides that through the winter at his
trade" He's always been a worker
has pap, and a rover. too" Here the
a time, and then continued but,
somehow, | can't but feel he'll not
be chasing gold many years longer;
he said last night after he got I'M:
Martha, the hills don't look the same
as they used to; somehow they looked
different this year know the
signs. And whom things look different
al his time Of lIfe--well. my dear, III
lust give you small handful of pap's
gold"
An old gcntlemsh stood on South
Temple street. Thursday morning,
waiting to board the car coming to-
ward him. anI parallel to II aud so
close that there was barely space to
stand between. was an automobile.
on they came. both at dizzy speed.
the electric car unable TO turn out
and the motor making no attempt 20.
The old gentleman was naturally be-
wldered. How could he tell whether
no should move a trfle to the right
or left? How could he tell which
side was about TO be shaved off, II
was a mighty close call, and people
who witnessed Il turned fairly sick.
Had the old gentleman at the last in
stant been unable To decide which
way he must move--which was about
two jnches--he would certainly have
boen moved down. This carelcssless
Is happening on South Temple street
every day. Monday last II was a lit
tic girl, and Of course she had no
presence OF mind, and as the two cars
doomed before her she became panic
stricken; she lodged, first to the right
and then to the left IN the small
SPACE left her 10 dodge In. and Anal
~ stood still and screamed. The mo-
tor wh!rled about her first one way
and then the other. az though deter
mined TO make sure OF its little Victim.
Meanwhile the trolley had rushed