The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-12-08

listen to Garland, and TO bring him del
icate winged moths that sought her
chamber lamp as she bent over Tips
patched clothes Something also was
beginning for Garland; he felt it grow
ing as he moved among the lilies in the
dusk while Celia held the bullseye Ian
tern, and the great sphinx moths how
cred over the pinks. He felt 1t in the
crystal clear mornings when sleepy
butterflies chung to the late lilacs. and
Celia moved far afield through rasp-
berries and yellow buttercups. He felt
it now, as he lay aside her among
level shadows and gilt-topped verdure-
he felt it and wondered whether it was
love. Perhaps Celia could have told
him, I don't know. but il was plain
enough to the tethered kid and the
Maltese cat, to the drifting swallows,
and the orioles in the linden trees be-
side the well-sweep. 1t was simple and
self-evident to the Attorney, lowing
at the bars, to the Jersey staring stol-
idly at Celia, to the robins, the hedge
birds-yes. to the tireless crickets
ehirping from every tussock.
Now whether or not it was equally
plain to Tip as he came trudging up
the gravel walk, do not know.
He said, Hello, Cis,' and came and
kissed her-a thing he did not often do
voluntarily. II smashed Bill Timer
son in the jaw he continued, "and he
told the teacher and daSn't go back"
Then he glanced humbly at Garland
Celia had tears in her eyes. and she
also turned instinctively to Garland.
Speak to him, please" she said, Il
can do nothing"
eyes you can." said Tip you and
Mr.: Garland together. I've told him."
Tip win go back to school tomor-
row. said Garland, land take his
thrashing."
Tip looked doubtful.
And" continued Garland. "as Bin
Emerson is older and stronger than
Tip, Tip will continue to punch him
whenever assaulted"
"Oh-oh! pleaded Celia.
Let him." said Garland, smiling.
Tip threw his arms around his sisters
neck and kissed her again, and she held
him tightly to her milk-stained apron
Mr.. Garland knows" she whispered,
my darling, try to be good"
III.
Garland leaned back in his chair in
the dingy bar-rocm Of the Constitu-
ton hotel His distracted gaze wan
dered back from Uncle Billy to a
framed chrome on the wall. a faithful
reproduction of some catsup bottles, a
viting oysters. The Hon Hanford Per-
kins was speaking-he had been speak
ing for half an hour. For years, like
PETER, he had been telling the govern
ment what TO do, but his patience. I'M
like PETERS, was exhausted, and now
he had decided to let the country go
to the devil. He wrote no more letters
TO The High1eld Banner, he suIked, and
an Cngrateful country never even knew
1y stimulus Of Uncle BilIy's "Tyful
juice" he cOndescended to address the
freebOrn in the bar-rOOm of the Con-
stitution hotel. He was doing ii now.
He had touched upon silver with the
elephantine dexterity of a Populist. he
had settled the tariff to the satisfaction
of Ten Pin Corners, he spoke of the
folly Of maintaining a navy, and dis
missed the army with a mastery sar-
casm in which the phrase, "fuss'n
feathers" was dWelt upon. Uncle Bill
ly. in the popular attitude of a cherub,
elbows on the bar, gazed at him with
undisguised admiration. Cy Pettingil,
fearful that he was not on an equality
with the drummer in the corner. spat
upon the stove until he was. Then the
drummer told an unclean story which
was a success, but the Hon. Hanford
Perkins, feeling sighted at the loss of
attention, told a scandalous bit of COS
sip which threw the drummer's story
into the shade.
Garland stirred restlessIy, and opened
Wilson on Hybrids again. He had
been reading for a moment or two
when name caught his ear, and he
closed his book and raised his eyes.
The Hon. Hanford Perkins was
speaking, and Garland leaned over and
touched his coat sleeve.
you are speaking of a woman" he
said. that is not the tone to use nor
is this the place to discuss any wo-
man.
'Hey?" said the Hon. Hanford. with
a laugh, and laughed at Uncle Billy.
81 guess he can say what he dam
pleases in my house" said Uncle Billy,
expectorating. 1.-The girls not yourn."
The girl" added Cy Pettingil. ''is
a damned little.
Then Garland took Cy PettingiI by
the throat, swung him around the room
twice. and kicked him headlong into
the billiard table, under which Pettin-
gil hastily scrambled.
Now" said Garland to the Hon
Hanford Perkins, do you want to
follow Pettingil? IF you do, Just wag
that bunch Of whiskers ON your chin
again"
The drummer in the corner smiled
uneasily. picked up his sample case and
key, and said goodnight in an uncer-
tain voice 10 Garland Uncle Bilfy's
eyes were fixed upon Garland with a
fascinated stare. and his jaw slowly
dropped. The Hon, Hanford Perkins
cast one amazed glance at Pettingil,
another at Uncle Billy, and waddled
majestically out into the street.
When Garland had picked up his
book and left the hotel. Cy Pettingil
crawled from beneath the billiard ia
BILE and approached Uncle Billy. He
expectorated and leaned on the bar,
but no amount OF elected saliva could
re-esta blish him IN his own estimation
he felt this bitterly.
I'll git the law on him. he said
after moist silence, and rubbed his
red hand over his chin. I'LL hev the
law onto him." he repeated; but Uncle
Billy was on-commita1.
''Gimme a little bug-juice." said Cy,
after an uncomfortable silence, and
tossed a quarter upon the bar, with os-
tentatious carelessneSs-- I'm dry,
Billy"
''Yew be?" said Uncle Billy. wall,
yew don't git no bug-juice nor nawthin'
here"
''Hey!" said Pettingfl,
Nav" said Uncle Billy. scornfully.
and retired to the depths OF the bar.
Garland walked slowly down the road
in the twilight, switching the grass
with the bamboo star of his butterfly