The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-04-12

a nut. The next thing I knows Swiftly
has the elbow-lOck on me from be-
hind, and Mike is standin' over Mr..
Jarvis maxim the count.
Well, there want any cheerin' and
shOutin' l didn't have 10 shake hands
with any crazy bunch, or be toted off
to the dressin' room on their Shout
ders. When l gets so 1 can look
straight / sees mother keeled over in
her chair. and sister fannin' her with
the chocolate box. And say. 1 felt like
lead quarter. She was standin' up as
stiff as a tin soldier on parade, with
her eyes snappin' and her fingers
clinched
Just one of them looks was enough
for me. l gets busy with a pail, and
goes TO work on Jarvis. He was clean
out of course, but restin' as easy as
baby. We was bringin' him round
all right, when 1 feels a push that
shoves me to one side, and in rushes
Lady Evelyn. She gets one arm I'M
der his neck, just as he opens his eyes
with that kind of a What's the mat
ter now" way they has of comm
back
Course, il don't last long, that wiz
zy feelin', and there amt any hurt 10
speak of afterward: but l reckon Lady
Evelyn don't know much about kOck-
outs. The way she hugs him up you'd
thought he'd been killed. We was all
lookin' foolish and useless, I guess.
when the lady turns to me and snaps
out:
Brute, / hope you're satisfied"
Say, it wouldn't have been worst IL
I'd been caught rObbin' a poor box.
Thank you, maam," says /, and
fades into the background.
Go away, all of you" says she.
So Swiftly and the other two comes
taggin' along behind. and we had
little reunion in the dressin' room.
"On the dead, now" says SlatteryI
what was the fOul2"
Who's claimin' fouI?' said Swiftly
bristlin'.
Why. the lady gives it 10 Shorty
straight" says he.
"Ah. go dream about it!'' says
Swiftly "She don't know a foul from
body wallop.
See here" says I, you can talk all
that over while you're hOOfn' it back
to the station; and you're due to be-
on your way in just four minutes by
the clock; so chuck it,"
Il amt heard no step-iively call"
says Slattery. Besides. 1 likes the
place"
well. it don't like you" says I.
Mr.. Jarvis and me have had enough
of your rough hOuse society to last us
time and a half. Now hunky-dOO-
dle!~
They was a sore-head trio for fair. aft
er that but when I'd paid EN- off, with
a FLYER extra for luck, they drops out OF
a window onto the lawn and pixies off
ike squad of jailbreakeTs. / was some
easier in my mind then, but I want joy
full. at that.
You see. Mr.. Jarvis had treated me so
y.s-.e
chap. that / was feelin' mighty cut I'd
about givin' him the quick exit right he
fore the girl he was gone on. Sure. he'd
PLAYED for it, but I could see I shouldn't
have done it, Knockouts amt I'm my line
any more, anyway: but 10 spring ore
right before women folks. and in a swell
joint like BIenmont-say. il made me feel
like a last years straw hat on the 1st
of June.
shorty" says l. you're a throw back.
You better quit travelin with real gents.
again. Here's Mr. Jarvis gets YOU 20 help
him out in a little society affair, and you
overdoes it so bad he can't square him
self in hundred years. Back to the
Well I was that grOuchy I wouldn't
look at myself in the glass. But I rubs
down and gets into my Rialto wardrobe
that I'd brought along IN suit case
Then l waits for Jarvis. Oh, ] didn't
want to see him, but it was up to me
to say my little piece.
1t was near an nOuT DefOre ne SHOWS
up. wearin' his bath robe. an lOOkin as
gay as a flOweT-shOp window.
''On the level. now says l, before he
had a show to make any play at me, III
I'd known what a pinhead l was. Ia
stayed in the cushion. How bad did [
queer your
shorty" says he, shown out his hand,
you're a brick.
AN cracked in the bakin'. eh?' says I.
But you don't understand says he.
She's mine, Shorty! The Lady Evelyn
she's promised to marry me-
Serves you right" says ], as we shakes
hands. But how does she allow to get
back at me?'
oh. she knows all about everything
now" says Jarvis, "and she wants 70
apologize"
Say. he wasn't stringin me either. Blow
me If she didn't. And sister? You're
horTidt' says she. Perfectly hOrrid.
So therer' Now can you beat 'em? But,
as I've said before, when il comes 10 fig
urin' on what women or horses II do,
I'm a four-flusher.
No, amt goin out 10 BlenmOnt these
days. Jarvis does his exercisin here.
He says mothers hayin' a ballroom made
out of that gym