The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1907-03-24

bitter laugh, "Women like new things
better than old. - .'
The odor Of porridge cooking in the
great cauldron on tho FIRE did more to
allay the child S grief than any promise
Of q new handkerchief, and he warmed
coniidentiaIly.
81 like this ever so much better than
The hotel, do YOU know?' he saId pres
emily, his face buried deep in his chub
by fists. his great round eyes fastened
redectively on Hugh s broad back as
he stirred the porridge by the FIRE. 81
think ] should like muvver To come
and live up here, too. There S plenty
of room for three he added with an
inclusive wave of his fat hand.
"Ob, no, indeed, there ism Z, y
laughed Hugh, albeit vaguely startled
man and one small boy" he added
with a bright glance at the baby face
Why, a little boy cam t live with
out his muvver. How ever is a feler
10 get dressed in the morning I should
like to know He smiled contemptu.
ously.
''I could dress you and spruce you
up Bit returned Hugh awkwardly.
"Youl' cried the boy with scorn.
why, ,,. You can't even brush yonr own
Hugh dragged his great hand apol,
ogeticalIy over his tangled curls and
blushed. He felt that he could not
with credit TO himself meet this argu-
ment. and deftly turned the subject
TO the fragrant porridge which he was
about to ladle out with tin spoon,
''There,' - he said proudly, as be set
the steaming mass before his youthful
Judge. "they don t give you such nice
porridge at your hotel, III be bound. -
The boy eyed il hungrily, but made
no attempt 10 taste II.
fEWhat's the matter, sonny; don 7
you want it?' Hugh inquired anxious
81 nj waiting for you to blow it for
me- Muvver always blows my soup
for me, 'cept when there's company
he added solemnly.
"Well. ! IN darned il YOU aren T. the
ouaintest little cuss L ever came
across.
As to lust how this novel ceremony
was to be performed, however, Hugh
was rather hazy, and he glanced un-
easily at the boy for some enlighten-
ment There was a moment of embar-
rassed silence. The boy eyed him pity
7'Don t YOU know bow1 Here, III
show YOU, whercupon he pursed lip
his cherry mouth and blew vigorously.
The porridge thus cooled to his liking
ne SeD 10 WOTb ueNouTluR III WIN Nasty
relish, and the conversation tagged.
The freight, casting its fantastic
shadows upon the rough walls of the
cabin lit spasmodically the figures Of
both man and boy, rendering them gro
tesque in their disproportion.
Hugh, watching the curly head as it
bent eagerly over the bowl of steaming
porrldge, was lost ip pleasant dreams.
What a good time they could have to-
gcther. these two, and he rapidly
sketched in his mind daily routine.
He would carry the boy into the woods
with him of morning, where. on a
soft carpet of ferns, he could play to
his heart 8 content, while Hugh chopped
wood hard by or gathered berries. The
boy might even help him in this latter
employment. The afternoon should be
devoted entirely to the boys amuse-
ment. He would fell him stories and
introduce him TO his friends the birds,
the flowers and the giant trees On
his weekly excursions to the village
for provisions the boy should accom-
panv him. strapped safely to his back
in his 'duffle' basket Thus sec6re-
ly guarded from the brambes of the
underbrush they would wend their way
gayly to the valley below Here the
village store should be denuded of its
literary and other treasures at the
boys pleasure. How the people would
stare when they came into the village
The vjllage!-his dream received a sud-
den shock. The child belonged to that
village, ald somewhere in IL had a
mother who would claim him. and he,
Hugh, must give him up. A wave of