The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-09-15


his meals from a funny, smiling, noise
less Chinee, who hailed, by the way,
from Japan. Vaguely he had come 10
understand that some people have even
more than three rooms to live in, that
some people eat things of which the
ordinary mortal may not even dream.
The Material Angel capped it by
bringing him back in the shiny car
riage. When she was gone, Matthew
stood for many minutes in wide-eyed
contemplation of his superintendent.
say guess | got lot more
make good for now"
Eth? Oh, guess not" Hanford re-
sponded.
Natty took deep breath.
Say, boss, you're white. But she's
she's she's
intendent laughed. "Trot along to
work"
After the lunch hour the boy APP
peared again, bearing 4 brown package
of many and mysterious transparent
stains. He deposited il sOlemniy on
HanfOrl's desk and stood away. The
paper fell back with theatrical slow
ness and revealed one of these huge,
sinister apple dumplings Hanford had
so often noted in the window of the
bakery two blocks above.
The superintendent turned an almost
frightened gaze of Interrogation The
boy. with a shyness that sat queerly on
his wise little features, faced him and
then looked away.
Say fit amt much" he said,
"but-well-"
Hanford moistened his lips and
braced himself.
Why, thank you, Matty." he re-
piled cordially. DO you know, If
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dumping.
Matthews face raGiated.
Honest p"
'.Honestp said Hanford.
And he ate it! Yes, he ate it like
man, although Graham, the assist
ant manager sat in the very next Of
flee and might at any second have ap-
peared in the doorway. And when it
was done, when the last awful, greasy
mouthful had disappeared, then and
only then did Matthew relieve himself
of a satisfied sigh and walk silently
back to his duties.
The rolling months were bringing
trouble to Hanford. The men, almost
solid phalanx of German Drawn
now, were growing more suilen-snd
| lazyl That was a phase beyond con-
/ sideration for a disciplinarian such as
HanfOrdl
He read one day of a so-caIled so
cialist meeting in one of the halls
on the water front stampeded by the
police, who narrowly missed capturing
( the orator in chief, one Bergman. Han
/ ford wondered absently if it could be
| his own Bergman-Herman Bergman,
| numbering and hairy, who tended the
/ sulphuTic stills2 He laughed at himself
/ and cast aside the notion as magma
| tive. Then he recalled the groups
4 which broke up on his approach, the
mutterings, the scowls that were di-
rected at him just as he passed.
| He sat at his desk in the last light
{ of a late May evening, some four
months later, rather gloomiIy turning
over the situation. The office force mad
/ departed and he was quite alone in the
upper part of the building. Out in the
/ factory proper they were rushing at
a couple of hours overtime, and, it
being pay day, Hanford had waited to
pass out the envelopes himself Be
1 fore him lay the cash box, bristling
with it's rows of yellow envelopes.
He found his chin on his breast and
/ jerked it up impatiently. He was
growing mOrOse these days, for more
than factory troubles contributed to
his darker moods. The Material Angel
well, he had resolved to forget it.
Let that end it. He shook his head
and reached over for his pipe.
Then his ear was caught sharply by
a quick step on the rickety stair with
out His head came erect and he list
ened with some astonishment.
Slap. slap, slap, slap. A soft
bounce told of the oncomer's landing
outside the office. The door few open
unceremoniously and Matthew burst
in His cheeks were flaming, his eyes
glittered wide with excitement, his
breath was labored.
Hey. boss!"
"Eh?" Hanford stared What's
wrong. Matty?"
Them fellers! Gee.-ain't it good ]
stayed"
what fellows?"
why, Bergman an Henckel an
Schmidt, an the little Dutchman"
Matty painted.
"Wellr'
"Say, they're goin' t burn the joint:
whats that?" asked Hanford, won
deringly.
That's right I heard EN-! Straight
goods. 1 did,
You heard
AN that amt alt They're goin' t
cop the pay roll them fourl"
The superintendent stared at Tho
small figure in mild amazement. I'm
QueStlOnaDiy, ne was very muSn ~
earnest. Unquestionably, also, excite
ment was rendering him incoherent
and probably very incorrect. Hanfort
sat down in a chair beside his desk anC
resumed his own seat The boy quiv-
cred and shifted and baIhed ana
champed
eff you have heard anything, tell ms
precisely what it was"
"Lemme git tn coppers first 80
Nonsense. Repeat what you hav,
heard"
Matty half sighed, half groaned
moistened his lips. took sharp breath
and ratified off in frantic haste:
1T amt no con game-honest i
anti / was down there washin' bot
ties-no sir, Joe didn't git 'em done
guess he vent home early. yes sir
Anyway, 1 wanted t git 'em read,