The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-08-16

IT'S a pity. too" says Pembroke
He hasn't any vicious habits. he's
rather bright. and if he could be start
ed right he would make quite man,
even now. He needs to be Gagged up
somewhere long enough to have some Of
the bully knocked out of him. I'm hop
ing you can do little along that line"
TOO big contract" says l. "All l
want is to make his ears buzz little,
just as a comeback for a few OF them
grunts he chucked at me-"
And who do you suppose showed up
at the studio next forenoon? Him and
NAV; she smilin' all over and tickled
to death to think she'd got him there;
Langdon actin like a bear with a sore
ear.
Maybe you hadn't better wait" says
l to her.
"Oh, yes" says she. 81 am going to
stay and watch dear Langdon box, you
know.
Well, unless l ruled her out flat, there
was no way of changiu her mind; so
had to let her stay. hnd she saw Lang
don box Oh. vest For an amateur he
puts up a fairly good exhibition, and as
didn't have the heart to throw the
hook into him with her sittin' there
lookin' so cheerful. about all 1 does is
to step around and block his swings and
jabs. And say. with him carryin' his
guard high, and leavin' the way to his
meat safe open half the time, it was
all could do to hold myself back.
The only fun I gets is watchin' Swift
ty Joe's face out of the corner of my
eye. He was pipin' us off from the
start. First his mouth comes open a
foot or so as he sees me let chance
slide, and when l misses more openin's
h. talr hoI
fed him ripe egg.
Langdon is havin' the time of his
life. He can hit as hard as he likes. and
he don't get hit back. Must have
seemed real homelilSe to him. Anyway,
soons he dopes II out that there amt
any danger at all he bores in like a
snow pillow. and between blockin' and
duckin' l has my hands full.
Just how Langdon has ii sized up l
couldn't make out; but like as not
made somethin' of a hit with him.
put it down that way when he shows
I'D one afternoon with his bubble and
offers to take me for spin. 1t was so
unexpected TO find him tryin' to do
somethin' agreeable that l don't feel
like l ought to throw him down. So l
pulls on a sweater and climbs in next
to the steerin wheel.
| There want anything fancy about
LangdOn's oil wagon. He'd had the
tonneau stripped off. and left just the
front seat-no vanished wood, only a
coat of primin paint and a layer of
mud splashed over that. But we hadn't
gone a dozen blocks before | am wise
to the fact that nothin' was the matter
with the cog wheels underneath.
| only 90-horse," says LangdOn, jerk
| in us around a Broadway car so fast
that we grazed both ends at once.
you needn't hit 'er up on my ac-
count" says i, as we scoots across the
Plaza maxim a cab horse stand on his
hind legs TO give us room,
I'm only on the second speed" says
he Wait" and he does some mon
keyin' with the lever.
Maybe it was Central park; but II
seemed to me like bein shot through a
Christmas wreath. and the next thine
/ knows. we're tearin' up Amsterdam
avenue. Say. I can see EN- yet. then
folks and wagons and things we missed
women holdin' kids by the hand. ole
ladies' steppia out of cars. little girls
lrunnin' across the street with their arm.
full of bundles. white wings with the;i
dust cans, and boys with delivery carts