The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-03-29

nice cool morning, all the birds just
beginning to chirp up in the canary
trees. pink mists arising.
He was on his back under the ma
chine, wrenching and pounding. and
wouldn't say a word. You wouldn't be-
lieve the smell o. that cheap petrol
stuff if you'd undergone it, She was d
little tin French machine, crazy and
falling apart with old age. but l could
see she'd been scrubbed and polished
like binnacles. Even kicking Sans
legs didn't make him come out till he
finished. When he did his undershirt
was all trickled over with black goo.
and he was red as apopleXy, but grim
ming
Shell rum he said, as if we'd been
waiting weeks 10 hear that fact.
Look here, you Native Son o. the
Golden West" squeaks Bassett, very
sharp, explain yourself What thing
are you dOing?"
Looks like an otta-mobile, don't ito"
says Bird. in a speculative kind O. way
1T is"
He began tinkering some more. and
started to whistle a real catchy little
piece. Bassett hauled at his shoulders,
and shook his fist under Sans nose,
fighting mad
y
thing" We were all talking at once,
so loud that the manager appeared at
his bedroom window in a towel.
This California boy, he pitched Bas-
sett half way into the banyan bosque
There" he said. After tinkering a
while more, he explained to me and
Dan. IF you must know. I'm Just TAX
ing a ride round fore breakfast Dawn,
beautiful dawnl Fresh and mild, and
the little dickey birds awarding their
fresh little lays, and laying their fresh
little eggs; and my the sunrise
through those cocoa palms, You would
not believe how a nature-lover enjoys
a spin in his car this way"
Sam, old man." l says, trying to
speak kind. whose is this obscene bum
die o. scrap-iron -
He became sensible all al once
Nov, look here, boys" said he. en-
tirely business-like. IF any one asks
you, remember it's mine. Matter o.
fact I'm hiring it by the day. But if
any asks, don't forget it's mine I'm
a wealthy and eccentric young man.
That's the line. Wealthy: eccentric"
What" squeals Bassett. bursting
out through the vines. Hiring? by the
day? Boys he turns to us. fairly
crying, its our money, our funds, that
thls-thls-Vamplre eats up and throws
away, SOS he can come wake us up
fore daylight out of our warm beds-I
mean cool beds" He took on fierce till
we began to see it in his light, and then
we all three went for Sam so noisy
that he had to blow his horn eontinu-
Gus to keep from hearing us
The manager sent a Java boy out to
say that the gentleman must make
some quiet at once, or they might dis
turb his majesty the king
Il don't know about the head that
wears crown" allows Bassett, hut
il must have laid some uneasy for the
last half hour. You come down to my
room and explain, Sam Bird" ne SAYS.
as we moved away. There's a lot to
be said yet"
Bird was still calm and unnatural.
He took off the undershirt with the
coal-tar front, threw ii under the ban
yam, and buttoned up his jacket. Then
he put on English and a dukes drawl.
No feah," says he. talking loud
enough for a gallery. y must be off
for a spin in my cav. If you were
attiawed and did not behave
like such perfect rotter. I might have
awsked you, dear boy" And he climbed
into the car.
ITS the heats done it," says Bas-