The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-11-15
By S EVE LII FO RID
Copyrighted by the Associated Sunday Magazines Incorporated

long jump, though, were all pretty
much on the same grade. amt we?
begun to see where I hadn't any
business siZin' up Rusty like had, and
was workin' up a heavy feelin' in nv
chest, when the doc. comes out and asks
if there's such a party as Shorty Nc
Cabe present. 1 knew what was comm.
Rusty has got his eyes open again and
is calm for me-
1 finds him half propped up with pill
lows on a shiny mahogany table. his
face all screwed UP from the hurt in
side, and the freckles shown up on his
dead white skin like peach stains on a
table cloth
They say I'm all TO the bad, Shorty"
says he. tryin' TO spring that grin Of
his.
Jaw. cut it QUIT" says I. you tell 'em
they got another guess. You're too
| tough and rugged to go under so easy"
Think so?" says he, real eager, his
eyes lightin' up.
Sure thing" says 1. Say, I put all
the ginger and cheerfuIness could
| fake up into that lie And it seems TO
do him heap Of good. When 1 asks
him If there's anything he wants, he
makes anotheg crack at his grin. and
says:
"A paper pipe would taste good about
now"
Let him have it." says the doc. So
the student digs out his cigarette case.
and we helps Rusty light up.
Amt there somethin more, Rusty7"
! says /. You know the house is yours"
Well" says he. after few puffs, 'gf
| this is to be long wait, a little music
would help. There's a piano over IN
the corner"
I looks at the doc and shakes nv
head. He shakes back.
81 used TO play a few hymns" says
the student.
Forget 'em. then" says Rusty. "A
hymn would finish me. sure What I'd
like is somethin' lively"
Doc" says 1, would it hurt?"
Couldn't" says he. Also ne whispers
| that he'd use chloroform, only Rusty's
hearts too bad, and if he wants rag
time to deal II out.
Wish 1 could" says I; but maybe
l can find some one who can
With that / slips out and hunts I'D
Mrs. Twombley-C Crane, explainin the
case to her
Why. certainly" says she. Where
is Effie2 I'll send her in right away"
| She's real damson plum, Effie is:
one of the cute, fluffy haired kind. about
| nineteen She comes in Iookin' scared
and sober: but when she's had a look
at Rusty. and he's tried his grin on her.
|
body tear off somethin' that would re-
mind him of Broadway, she braces
right up.
Il know she SAYS.
And say. she did know, She has Us
whirl the baby grand around SOS she
/ can glance over the top at Rusty, losses
her lace handkerchief into one corner
of the keyboard, pushes back her
sleeves until the elbow. diInpIes show
v-al cbafe
in the tumpety-tum out OF the worries
like a professor.
| She opens up with a piece YOU hear
all the kids whistlin' something with
a swing and a rattle to it, don't know
what. But it brings Rusty up on his
elbow and sets him to keepin time with
the cigarette. Then she slides off into
| Poor john and Rusty calls out for
her to sing it. If she can. Can she7
Why, she's got one Of them sterling
silver voices. that makes Vesta Vic
! torlas Warbling sound like BLOWN q
fish horn, and before s1es half through
the first verse Rusty has Joined in.
Come on" says he as they strikes
the chorus. Everybody
Say, the doc. was right there with
the goods. He roars her out like a good
one; and the student chap want far
behind, either. You know how it
goes
John, ne took me round to see his moth
er, his mother, his mother.
And while he introduced US to each
| other
Eli? Well. maybe that amt just the
way it goes; but I can think the tune
right That was what was up against
then. 1 knew I couldn't make my voice
behave; so all does is go through the
motions with my mouth and tap the
time out with my foot. But sure did
ache to jump in and help Rusty out.
1t was a great concert. She gives US
all them classic things, Ike THE Bird
on Nellie's Hat" Waiting at the
Church" NO Wedding Bells for Me-"
and so on; her fingers just dancin', and
| her head noddin' to Rusty, and her eyes
kind of encOuragin' him 10 keep his
grip.
Twice, though. he has to quit. as the
pain twists him; and the last time,
when he hops back on the pillows, we
thought he'd passed in for good. But
in minute or so he's up again, calm
for more. and maybe you think Miss
Fife didn't have some grit Of her Own.
to sit there bangin' out songs like that
expectin' every minute to see him keel
over But she stays with it, and we
was right in the middle of that chorus
tiidl 5OtS-
In old New York, in old New York,
The peach crops always fine
When the fOldin' doors was slid back.
and in comes the big surgeon gent we'd
been waitin' for. You should have seen
the look on him. too. as he sizes I'D
them three singin'. and Rusty there on
the table. a cigarette twisted I'D in his
fingers. fghtin' down a spasm.
What blasted idiOcy is this?" he
growis.
New kind of pain killer. doc" says
J. TEL you all about it later. What
we want to do now is get busy"
Well, that's the whole of it. He knew
his book. that bone repairer did He
worked four hours steady, putin back
into place the parts Of Rusty that had
got skewgeed: but when he rolls down
his sleeves and quite he leaves a man
that's almost as good as ever, barrin' a
few months to let the pieces grow to-
gethSr.
I was out to see Rusty yesterday. and
he's dOin' fine He's Dlanniu' when he