The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-09-01

home. I came down to NYork with
hi Did M
Yep" he nodded, sucking on the
bulge in his cheek. I'VE sort o. ran
away. I've known Pipp ever since he
was about so high" He held his hat
out on a level with his shoulder and
smiled Rskew, around the chocolate. =
'Whered yuh ust to live?" she ask
ed politely.
He named the little town up state.
He had driven his fathers bakery
wagon after school hours there, and
"Pipp." who was the doctors son, had
ridden with him for the fun of it,"
There was a look in his eyes which
she did not understand. 1t came with
the memory of those sleepy afternoons
in the wagon-the smell of fresh bread
always sweet on it's worn shelves that
were as clean and as warm as a
bakers oven-the sun beating down
on its heat-cracked top, and the yell
lOwish-white nag, that knew its round
of customers as well as he did. lacking
from side to side Of the road, I'M
guided.
His whole manner puzzled her; and
it was not to be the last time he was
to leave her as a loss. He had one of
those minds which seem to make solid
night marches and to arrive unexpect-
edly at the strangest conclusions with
out at all sharing the surprise which
they cause.
He CROPPED in his overcoat pocket to
draw out a yellowed photograph of
his fathers bake-shop, taken by some
travelling photographer who made a
speciality of Commercial business" In
the doorway Larkin was posed between
his parents. in a pair of knickerbock-
ers that came to the calves of his
legs, and he had an air of acknowl-
edging that though his father was the
original owner of the trousers, his
mother had made them over for him.
Miss COnnors did not smile when he
explained that his mother looked
sleepy because she always sat up un-
I'll the small hours of the morning to
call the bakers to their work.
He had also a tintype of "Pipp'' and
himself, grinning self-consciously in
the gummy smile of youth. Hes
pretty smart-Pipp," he said admir-
ingly. I'VE ust to be in the same
class at school, but he got away ahead
of me-
Hes a jollier, amt he?" she said,
in the same tone.
Sure" he laughed. HE was jollyin'
the red-headed girl today. He's more
fun'n enough"
She Strengthened back from the pho
tograph with a change of face.
81 don't see such a much of him
now" he went on innocently; "'cept at
twelve. He's mighty poplar, I guess.
He has to go out bout every night"
He turned the tintype over in his
hand and sat ooking at the blank back
of it. She was studying him.
''D'yuh board together" she asked
suddenly.
He shook his head. ''Pipps moved
down town." He put the pictures back
in his pocket and sat leaning forward
with his forearms on his knees, look
ing down at his hat on the floor.
''N'York's a big place" he said.
She smiled the smile of understand
ing. It's pretty lonely. too, amt it?
Won't you take off yer coat?"
He got up very red and confused.
q guess I better be goin'," he said.
II just dropped into see how yuh
were" He C.S'aed her eyes by looking
into his hat. and while she was still
stammering an attempt to put him at
his ease again he edged to the door
and slipped out. She followed him. Il
hope you'll come up again, Mr.
He did not give her his name. He
stumbled down the stairs.
Well goodnight" she said re
prOachfully.
Goodnight. good night" he an
swered from the lower landing.
She went back into the room and
took a candy from the box and smiled
as she crunched it. When her mother
came in she bent down hastily to pick
up the paper and gilt Irvine from the
floor
Who MAS it?" Mrs. Connors asked.
ooh, a frien' of a fellah in the
Pennsylvania offices" she said. He
sent me up some candy