The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-03-22

ABOUT Wdnlln JOINT where L could
give my friend a private lesson.
Sure!" says Joe, passing out the
key. But you bTeaka da chair I
charga feefty cent
There were two back windows, and
the view wasn't one you'd want to put
in frame. It was almost dark; but
down below / could make out a court
filled with coal boxes and old barrels
and perfumed like the lee side of Bar
rem island. But catty-corner across was
the back of that spaghetti mill. We
could tell it by the two-decker bill
board on the roof. In the upper win
dows we could see Dago women and
kids, but the windows on the second
floor were black.
Iron shutters" says Rolly. And
that's where she is, if anywhere"
Got a scalin' ladder and jimmy in
your pocket?" says |. "Then I'll have
to run around TO a thFee-bal exchange
and dig up an outfit
A patent fire escape and short
handled piekaX was the best I could
DO. We made the board jumper fast
inside and down 1 went Then there
was acrobatics, swingin' across to that
three-inch window ledge, balancin'
with one foot on nothing, and single
hand work with the pickax. Lucky
that shutter bar was half rusted away.
She came open with bang when she
dld come, and IL near sent me down
among the barrels. My eyelashes held,
though, and there L was up against a
dark window
See anything" says Rolly.
Room to rent says l, for it looked
like we'd pried open a vacant fat
Just then the sash goes up with
run ond some one reaches out from the
dark and catches me by the wrist. It
was a cinch for them, me bein' fixed
so 1 couldn't let go. and 1 hung there
Waitin to feel myself being punctured
But 1t didn't come. Instead there was
let loose Dago remark that wasn't
any use at all to me. 1t sounded
mighty business-like; though for all
that the words were so smooth and
tinkly that 1 wasn't scared a little bit.
1t want no mans voice, l was sure
of that.
Guess your lady friends here" l
sings out to Rolly.
Have you got herr" says he
No says I; she's got me-"
But no sooner does she hear chin
than she let's go of me, sheves her
head out of the window and calls up to
him Rolly says something back, and
for the next two minutes they swaps
Dago talk to beat the cars: so | knew
we'd found the right girl.
How shall | pass her up?" says /.
Just then she made spring for-that
rope ladder of ours and Overhands un
like trapeze star. An me thinkin'
we'd need a derrick or a bo's'n's chart
1t want no time for reunions at that
stage of the game, nor for hard luck
stories either. None of US was pinin'
to hold any sociables with the NIala-
bistOs. We quit the chowder club on
the jump, streaked up thel hin into |
hottest, and piled into one of those !
fuzzy two-hOrse chariots that they
keep hooked up for weddin's and flu |
neTais.
Where to-" says the bone thumper |
Head her for Buffalo and let loose |
to beat the lightning express" says I: /
but hunt for asphalt"
That fetched us up Second ave. but 1
there wasn't any cOnversin' done until /
we'd put fifty blocks behind us. Then
reckon ROlly asked his lady friend if |
she d missed any meals lately From /
he way he gave orders to steer for a
God refinery she must have allowed
hat she had skipped a few
Not haVin' time to be particular we
lit goulash emporium where they
pell the meat card mostly with CTS.
But they gave us a private room up
tairs, which was what we wanted
shorty" says Rolly TO me, its
bout time you were properly intro
uced. This is Caramel"
'Howdyi" says ].
1t wasn't until then that I got
view of her in the light i
md say, ! was glad we'd landed so far
asst of Broadway! Post me for
velcher if she wasn't rugged out in a
eg' lar Pirates of Penzance' chorus
ostume. 1t would have been all night
utSide a Dreamland joint, and il
7Ould have let her into the Arion ball
Without a ticket, but it wasn't built
or circulatin' around New York in.
"Piffle, piffle," says 1 to Rolly 4
Folks'n think we've pinched her out
f hippodrOme ballet Hadn't we
etter send for your lady friends |
runk?'
Rolly grinned, but he looked her over
s satisfied as if she'd been dressed ,
ccordin' to his own water-color de-
iSns. And she was something of a !
yes, If you were lookin' for
cure and condition, she had 'em. And
hen it came to the color scheme
ell. no grease paint manipulation ever Z
liked caffy-o-lay and raspb'ry pink
ne way 1t grew on her. For a made 7
l-Slc'ly girl she was the real me- /
ngue. But her clothes was the limit {
Where'd she get 'em?" says I.
Rolly, he says as how them was the /
ind of toys she wore all the time
hen she was to home They were :
ne kind he'd first seen her in, and he /
eckoned that she'd left in a hurry.
We'll see about gettin' something 7
lore suitable for her later on" saws /
e, and orders up seventeen kinds of | I
keezedshy. to be served in relays. . s
Miss Carrie Meyer, or whatever her
anne was, had brought her appetite z
long, even if she had mislaid her suit I
lse. And while she was pitchin' into
hat passes for grub on Second ave. 6
ne tells Rolly the story of her life 7
astways, that's what it sounded like. g
AS I gets it from him afterwards if 9
as like this. Shed had some kind {
run-in with the old folks. they
'antin' her to marry a Teller that |
wned a sulphur mine and was rich
nough to pension off the rest of the
lmily. But Miss Caramel wouldn't !
ave II, for some reason or other that
ne didn't state. and when things got =.
10 hot for her she slid out the back !,
Dor hoofS il TO town. takes out a
fax I