The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-10-11

says he.
"Oh, one of them rug peddlers, Ell ~
says !. II must have strayed from
the island. Wait till 1 try him with the
Elks' distress signal"
With that I puts my thumbs to nv
ears and wiggles my fingers. just for a
josh. Ever have them funny fits. when
you feel like you'd got to do some thin
batty or bust? 1 guess it must have
been the effect of bein' so long with
Cdyier. He's always az serious as if
he was buryin' his grandmother, and
as stiff as if his spine was a zinc rain
pipe.
Course. 1 want lookin' for any an
swerin' move from the mummy. Them
folks never seem real human to me.
I've watched 'em squattin' cross-legged
in show windows, and you couldn't tell
whether they was alive or just wound
up. But some way this fool play of
mine seems to make a hit with this
one. He jerks his chin up, and them
big black eyes of his come open wide.
So l does it again 1 hadn't more'n
started before he untangles himself
and stands UP. And say, when he
straightens out his joints he's a good
deal of a boy-six foot two if he was
an inch, and built as lean and stringy
as old Fitz.
N"Ay yahI' says he. gruntin' it out
deep. "Ay YAH Ay YAH" Then he
goes through motions a good deal like
mine. only stickin' his fingers out
straight, instead of up.
Gee" says /, that's no great stunt.
How's this?'
Well. I must have made good; for
the next thing / knows he is bendin'
himself double, s%preadin' his arms out
like he was gOin' to dive, and uncork-
Yin' the swiftest set of remarks I ever
heard. 1t sounded smooth and kind of
s~ingsongy; but there wasn't a word 1
could get next to.
Did you catch any of that?" says I
to Cuyler.
He has edged off to a safe distance.
and is watchin' the performance in
that fsh-eyed way of his. Never a
grin. though He just shakes his head.
Guess you'll have to slip on another
record says 1 to the stray. Give it to
US in English.
He looks mighty puzzled at that; but
he makes out that he's wastin' breath
by taIkin'. so he falls back on motions.
First he hits himself on the chest, next
he points back toward Coney. then he
leans forward. runs his long neck out,
bobS his head from side TO side and
goes GOSH GOSH"
why. sure" says I. That's as plain
as print. old leather face. You're foot
coachman to n of them streets of
Cairo camels. Yes. I've heard thai
Gosh! Oosh,' call lots of times. What
next?
That's as far as he could go, though;
so VIZ stands there Sookin' foolish at
each other. And, say, come to take a
close view. there was somethin' to the
cuss besides Just height. He was con-
siderable on the brunette, bein' a nice
terra Gotta from his feet up; but he
was as far from the Rufus Rastus
class as [ am from bein' an Albino. He
has a nose like an eagle, and a pair of
eyes that lights up like a eats does in
the dark Then the way he carries his
head and shoulders, Why, standin
there in hat circus outfit, with his
bare legs. he looks as imposin' and
satisfied as any floor walker you ever
see: and anybody that can throw a
front like that always gets me inter
ested.
Just then Jules backs out from I'M
der the machine and stroIls up to see
what we've struck.
Hey, Frenchyi" says I. Here's a
friend of mine that amt had his voice
naturalized. but has got thoughts he
wants to unload. S'pose you try some
of your pollyvoO lingo on him"
Would you believe It? Then two ig-
noTant foreigners goes to chinnin'
away as slick as though they'd been
brought up on the same block, both of
'em hunchin' their shoulders. and liftin'
their eyebrows, and sawin' the air with
their arms, until you'd hin they was
workin' up for a rough and tumble.
"Ah. don call him that again,
Frenchy," says I. Whats all the de-
bate about. anyway"
He says his name is Hassen ell
Boom"
Sounds like it might be So" says I.
did he say anything else?"
He had. He'd been givin' Frenchy
a thumb-naiI sketch of his life. Seems
that Hassan was a sure enough Ayrab
that had been brought over by the
Luna Park people. Some way or other
they'd hurt his feelin's and he'd up and
chucked the job, just walkin' out
without sayin' a ward to nobody. All
the wardrobe he had was what he has
on, his cas- capital was a few copper
pieces hat ooked like trunk checks,
and he didn't have any more idea
where he was goin' than a pup In an
express crate.
Comfortable way TO travel" says l..
Tell him 1 wish him luck. Jules and
1 follows Cuyier into the machine.
Frenchy has delivered the message
and was gettin' into his seat, ready to
turn her loose, when Hassan rushes
over and starts to pile in with us. Guy
Ter most has g fit at that, and waves
him off with both hands.
Tell him to clear out, Julesl" says
he.
But Hassan don't act like he was
takin' orders from any one. He throws
out a few offhand emarks in French,
and gets a grip on the door handle.
Jules turns to me, GRIMM.
He says that where you go he
goes" says Frenchy.
He does, eh?" says I. We'll. you
tell Mr.. Ell Boom he's got another
guess comm to him. / amt runnin'
any sideshow."
Jules puts tha into frog talk and
fires il AT leather face. In a minute 1
has the nswer.
He says you are the son of a sheik.
and that he will serve you forever"
says Frenchy.
"Gwan," says J.. you tell him from
me that he's a son of a gun n that
he'd better rool his hoop"
But say, all the impression Frenchy
could make on that lengthy Ayrab was
to set him to bowin' and scrapin' and
sayin' over and over that he'd picked
me for his boss. Cuyler seems to think