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

Grab that wheel! Grab it quick
we'll hit the bridge but it was like
def and dumb talk in a boiler shop,
while a wilder howl went up from the
water front as they seen what they'd
done and smelled victory. There's an
awfulness about the voice OF a blood
maddened, club-swingin' mob; it lifts
your scalp like a fright wig, particular
ly if you are the clubee.
We've got one chance thinks l,
but if she strikes we're gone. They'll
swamp up sure, and all the police in
Cook county won't save enough for to
hold services on Then 1 throwed a
look at the opening ahead and the pes
simismS frOZe in me.
Il forgot all about the resiliency of
briCkbats and the table manners of
riots, for there, on top Of a bunch of
spiles, cam, masterful and bloated
with perjuries, was oily Heegan die
tatin' the disposition of his forces, the
light of victory in his shifty little eyes.
" Ten dollars and costs l shrieks,
SEEM red. Lemme crawl up them
spiles to you
Then inspiration seized me. My
soul riz up and grappled with the
crisis, for right under my nit, coiled,
suggestive and pleadin', was one of
the tugs heaYin lines. bout a three
eighths size. 1 slips a runnin' knot
in the end and divides the coils,
crouchin' behind the deck house till
we come abeam of him, then 1 straight
ened, give it a swinging heave and the
moose sailed up and settled over him
fine and daisy.
Il terked back and Oily Heegan did
high dive from Rush street that was
a geometrical joy. He hit kind of
amateurish, doin' what we used to call
'belly-buster' back home, but quite
satisfyin' for a maiden effort, and l
reeled him in astern.
Your Chicago man amt a gamy
fish. He come up tame and squirting
sewage like dissolute porpoise, while
1 played him out where he'd get the
thrash of the propeller.
Help, he yells, I'm drownding'
Ten dollars and costs. says 1, let
tin him under again. Do you know
who you're drinkin' with this time.
hey?'
Il reckon the establishment of the
mob was equal to Heegan's; anyhow
I'm told that we was favored with
such quietness that my voice sounded
four blocks, simply achin' with salts
faction. Then pandemonium tore
loose, but l was so engrossed in sweet
converse 1 never heard it or noticed
eAie't AiAS OCNIbll ldu STU through the
draw by hair, and we was bound for
the blue and smilin' lake.
For Gods sake. femme up saws
Heegan, splashin' along and lookin'
strangely. / hauls him in where he
wouldn't miss any of my ironies. and
says:
g just can't do it, 'Oily'-it's wash
day. You're plumb nasty with boy
colts and picketin's and compulsory
I'm goin' to clean Won |
up and 1 sozzled him under like a |
wet shirt.
Il drug him out again and con-
tinues:
This is Chinamen's work. OILY
but lost my pride in the Brideweli. |
thanks to you. It's tough on ST /
Louis to laundry you up stream this |
way, but maybe the worst of your
heresies'n be purified when they get |
that far. You know the Chicago river
runs up hill out of Lake Michigan. |
through the drainage canal and into |
the st. Louis waterworks Sure If /
does-most unnatural stream 1 ever
see about direction and smells.
Il was gettin' a good deal of en-
joyment and infections out of him
when old man Badrich ran back