The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-08-18

it inside my pants band, under my
vest, for appearances. A forty-five
is like fresh air to a Grounding man
generally has to be drawed in haste
and neither one shouldn't be mislaid.
1 got her out at last and blaZed away,
just a second after they lodged around
! the corner. Then l hit the trail after
'em, lettin' go a few sky shots and
gettin' ghost dance holler off my
stummick that had been troublin' me.
The wallop on the head made me dizzy.
though, and l Zig-Zagged awful tackin'
out of the alley right into a policeman.
Wheel says I in joy, for he had
Murdoch safe by the bits, buckin' con-
siderable.
Stan aside and femme Iectrocute
i'm says 1. / throwed the gun on him
and the crowd lodged it into all the
dOOrways and windows convenient, but
1 was so weak-minded in the knees
stumbled over the curb and fell down.
Next thing 1 knew we was all
bouncin' over the cobblestones in a
patrol wagon.
We'll, in the morning told my story
to the judge, plain and unvarnished.
Then Murdoch takes the stand and
bursts into song, claiming that he was
comm through the alley toward Clark
street when 1 staggered back out of
saloon and commenced to shoot at
him. He saw 1 was drunk, and famed
out, me shootin at him with every
jump. He had proof, he said, and he
called for the president of his union,
Mr.. Heegan. At the name all the loaf
ers and stew buns in the court room
stOmped and said, Hear, hear while
up steps this Napoleon of the hoboes
Sure, he knew Mr.. Murdock-had
known him for years, and he was per-
fectly reliable and honest. As to his
robbing me, it was all preposterous,
because he himself was at the other
end of the alley and saw the whole
thing, just as Mr. Murdoch related it.
Il Jumps up, You're a liar, Heegan.
l was buyin' booze for the two of you
but policeman nailed me, chokin' off
my rhetorics. Mr.. Heegan leans over
and whispers to the judge, while l got
chilblains along my spine
Look here, kind judge says I
real winning and genteel. this man
is so good at explainin things away.
ask him to talk off this bump over my
ear. / surely didn't get a buggy spoke
and laminate myself on the nut
'Thatn do says the judge Mr..
Clerk, $40 and cOsts-charge, drunk
and disOTdeTly. Nextr
Hold on there, says l, ignorant of
the involutiOns of justice, Il guess I've
got the bulge on you this time. They
beat you to me, judge. L amt got a
cent. You can go through me and be
welcome to half you find. I'll mail
you ten when 1 get home, though.
honest
At that the audience giggled, and the
judge says:
Your humor doesn't appeal to me,
Mr.. Billings. OF course, you have the
privilege of working It out Oh, glory.
the privileged,
''Heegan nodded at this, and 1 real
lied what I was against.
Your honor says 1, with sarcastic
refinements, science tells us that a per-
feet vacuum amt possible, but after
watching you I know better, and for
you, Mr.. Workingman's Friend-us to
the floor, and run at Heegan.
Pshaw! 1 never got started, nor /
didn't rightfully come to till / rested in
the workhouse, which last figger of
speech is pure and beautiful para
dox
Il amt dwellin' with glee on the next
twenty-six days-ten dollars and costs,
at four bits a day, but 1 left there
saturated with such hatreds for Hee-
gan that my breath smeIed of 'em
Il wanders down the river front.
hoping the fortunes of war would de-
liver him to me dead or alive, when
the thought hit me that I'd need
money. / was bound 10 take another
ten and costs shortly after we met,
and probably more, If I paid for what
[ got, for a figgered on distendin' my
self with satisfaction and his features
with uppercuts. Then / see sign,
'Non-UniOn Men Wanted-Big Wages
In 1 goes, and strains my langwidge
through a wire net at the cashier.
q want them big wages says 1.
What can you dO?'
Anything to get the money says
1; what does 1t take to liquidate an as
sault on a labor leader?'
There was & white-haired man in
the cage who began to sit up and take
notice.
What's your trouble?' says he. and
I told him.
If we had a few more like you
we'd bust the strike says he, kind of
sizin' me up. I've got a notion to try
it, anyhow and he smites the desk
Collins, what dye say if we tow the
Detroit out? Her crew has stayed with
US so far ard they'll stick now if We'll
say the word The unions are hungry
and scrapping among themselves and
the men want to go back to work. It's
just that devil of a Heegan that holds
'em. If they see we've got a tug crew
that'H go they'll arbitrate. and We'll
kill the strike.
Yes, sir says Collins, but where's
the tug crew. Mr.. Badrich?'
Right herei We three and Murphy,
the bookkeeper. Blast this idleness! 1
want to fight
III take the same says 1, when 1
get the price