The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-12-08
The Boys Sister
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err a moment his fingers Enclosed and
her impassive hand fell to her side.
The swift touch left him silent and
awkward. He tried to speak lightly
again, but could not Finally he folded
his net, extinguished the lantern and
said goodnight. Long after he had
disappeared she stood among the lilies,
her hands softly clasped to her breast.
".
"Heu!' shifted Uncle Billy, as he
poured out a glass Of beer for himself
behind the f1y-soiled bar at the Con-
stitution hotel, there hain't a man
around town dass say a word about
the Minister girl when Mister Garland's
settin' here"
Mister Garland IS a skunk" said
Cy Pettingil, morosely.
He amt the skunk that yew be, Cy
Pettingil," retorted Uncle Billy, wip-
ing his mouth with the back Of his
hand.
Garland came in a moment later,
satchel in hand, and laid a roll of bills
on the bar. Uncle Billy moistened his
thumb with his tongue, counted them,
and showed them into his waistcoat
pocket. Greet" he said, shifting his
quid, what can dew for yew, sir?''
S6nQ lnlS SaICHGi WIN my x,
said Garland, goodbye, Uncle Billy"
Uncle Billy emerged frcm the bar,
wiped his right hand on his trousers
and extended it.
Good luck, an many bugs to yew,
Mister Garland. I'm real cut up that
yew air goin', sir; ennything in the
bug line thet I hev I'll send t Moo
York"
THANK you, Uncle Billy" said Gar
land, and walked out of the hotel,
gloves in one hand cane in the other.
Cy Pettingil sneered when he was
gone, but. receiving no sympathy from
Uncle Billy, went home and nagged at
his wife, q pale woman weighed down
with trouble and American pastry-un-
til she retorted. Then he struck her
Garland walked on past the church
and school house, through the sweet
briar lane by the postoffice, and, TAX
ing the path above the cemetery, fol-
lowed II until he came in sight of the
stone house among the pines. The
Maltese cat trotted out to greet him.
the tethered kid stared at him from the
lawn, but Celia was invisible, and he
stood hesitating under the woodbine on
the porch. He had never entered Ce-
las house. She had never asked him
in, and he knew that she was right
He sat down under the pines and
looked off over the pastures where the
Attorney and Jersey were feeding along
the brookside.
Garland had come to say goodbye.
There was nothing that he could do
for Tip; Celia was not able to send
him to better school, nor could she
have afforded to go with him. Even
If she should accept an offer to send
Tip to school, what would she do there
alone in that scandal nest of the free
born? So Garland sat poking pine
cones with his stick and crumpling his
gloves in his brown hand until a tan
gle Of sun-warmed curls rose over the
fence and Tip appeared, smoking
cigarette. When he saw Garland he
dropped the cigarette and looked the
other way, whistling.
"Come Tip" said Garland, YEARLY,
Tets have it out before Celia comes"
Tip went to him at once.
Who gave you that cigarette ?"
asked Garland.
mo one, 1 made IT.
''Tobacco?''
mo. sir; sweet-fern and corn silk"
THAT is not much better. Tip, are
you going to stop this?"
The child picked up a pine cone, ex-
amined 1t carefully, and tossed it to-
ward the Maltese cat
Answer me" said Garland
The child was silent.
Very we'll" said Garland.
Il promisew cried Tip-'T won't new
er smoke nothing-don't go away, Mr..
Garlandp'
rs that your word of honor, Tip?"
Eyes, sir"
"All right" said Garland, smiling,
now you have promised me not to
drink or smoke until you are q. 1
know / can trust you, and am very
happy. You need not tell Celia Of this"
IL will If you want!' said Tip,
humbly.
Mott will only worry her-and you
have promised now. What did you do
in school today?"
81 punched Jimmy Bro"
81 did not ask for an account of your
athletic victories" said Garland, ct
merely wished to know in what par
ticular branch Of the applied sciences
you excelled."
''wh-a-at, sir?''
Were you perfect in reading?"
'N-no, sir"
in writing?"
MOO"
I'm arithmetic?''
Tip stirred restlessly. and looked at
the Maltese cat. Then he frightened
and said; "A skunk got into the cellar
while school was goin'. Teacher told
US all about skunks an anermals.'
"Oh," said Garland, IAN object les
son in natural history?''
yep. Skunk amt it's real name, its
real name is Methodist Americanus-"
Whats that?" exclaimed Garland.
Methodist Americans"
"Mephetis Americonus, Tip" said
Garland gravely.
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