The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-06-14
When Buddy Butted In

clubs in billiard cloth and buttons al
the door. There's no tellin' what ths
studion have next-maybe a sidewalk
canopy and a carriage caller. Swiftly
Joe's gettin ambitious. Me gettin
mixed up with that Newport push has
gone TO Swifty's head like a four-line
notice does TO the pompadOur of a Sec
cnd-rOw chorus girl. First off he says
it's a shame l don't have a valet.
SAY" says |, don't it keep me
busy enough remindin' you that I'm
still able TO wear my own clothes,
without putin on an extra hand?"
But after this last stunt he broke
out again; so We compromised on Con-
go. j thought Swifty'd had him made
20 order. uniform and all; but he says
he found him. just as he stands, dom
the stray act in SiXth-aye. He'd come
up from New Orleans with a fortune
tellin' gent that had got himself
pinched for doing a little voodOo turn
on the side. and as Congo didn't have
much left but his appetite. 1 put him
on the pay roll at two per and found.
And say. I'm stung at that. To look
at him you'd think a ham sandwich
would run him over; but he's got ca
pacity like a shop filters pocket. For
three Gays / tried to feed him up on
the retail plan, and then l let out the
contract 10 a free lunch supply con-
Germ.
Sure. it gives the joint kind of a
swell look havin' him on the door,
and if il didn't act the same on
SWifty's head l wouldn't kick.
on the dead, now, 1 don't care SO
much about loOmin up in the pic
ture. There's them that il suits down
10 the ground, and that shows up well
i'm front; and then again. there's a
lot of people gets the spot light on
'em continual who'd be better of in
the shade. I'm d tOp-gallery boy, by
rights, and that's where you'll find
me most of the time, but now and
then / get dragged down into the
wing with a note. Yes, yes, I'm
Just back after one of them excursions.
You see, after we'd shunted Sadie's
baron back onto the goulish circuit,
where he belonged, and Sadie and
Pinckney had got over their merry
III and skipped of to wake up another
crowd of time assas sinatOrs, at Rocky
void, or some such place as that, l
says TO myself, shorty says 1, you
stick 10 the physical culture game and
whittle out the by-plays."
That's Just what I was dom too,
when an A. d. T. shows up with a pre-
paid josh from Pinckney. givin' me a
special invite 10 run out and help em
celebrate.
ANY comeback" says the boy.
mo, sonny" says /; you can
cut the wire
Say, Pinckney means all right, and
he's done me some good turns; but
that don't put me in his class, does it?
Nay, nay. says l. Here's one dinner
party that I ducks. And with that
I gets busy on one of my reg'lars
who's helm trained 20 go against two
months of foreign cOOkin'. l hadn't
moTe'n finished with him, though,
when there comes another yellow en-
Velop. This one was from Sadie, and
: il was a hurry call. She didn't say
much: but 1 could see heel prints of
trouble all over il.
Me for ROckywold," says I. chuck
in a collar in a suit case and grab
bin a time table off the rack.
Yes that was different. Maybe I'm
a Jay 10 cast myself for any such part
but since Sadie and me had that little
reunion. I've kind of felt that sooner
or later she might be let in for a mix
up where I'd come in handy and when
il was pulled of 1 wanted 10 be within
hail.
Course, I wasn't layin' out no hero
act; like shown up with a can of
gasolene Just as the tank ran dry, or
battin' the block Off'm villyun in a
dress suit. / was just willin' TO hang
around on the edges and make myself
useful generally. Not that I'm follow
in the she-male protectin' business
regular. But with Sadie it's another
thing. We used to play in the same
alley, you know; and she don't forget
IT, even if she has come into a bunch
of green money as big as a haystack.
She was on hand when l dropped off
the smoker, sittin' in the RockyWold
station rig and lOOkin' for me with
both eyes, And say, what a difference
il makes 10 clothes who wears EN-!
IT'S bully of you to come, Shorty,
says she.
''Oh. I don't know" says I. Il guess
good judges wouldn't call it a medal
play. What's loose?"
Buddy" says she.
For a minute ] was lost, until she
asks if I don't remember the young
ster ''Oh, sure," says l. That kid
brother of yours. with the eighteen
karat -ringlets and a girly kind of
face? The sisters used to dress him
I'd in a FOntleray suit for the pa
rochial school fair. and made him look
like a picture Of an Easter card. Nice,
cute little chap, eh?"
HE was cute Once-ten o. twelve
years ago" says Sadie. He isn't as
cute as ne was. He doesn't wear ring
let's now-he likes rings better And
that's why I had to send for you,
Shorty. 1 couldn't tell anyone else.
Oh, the little wretch, If it wasn't for
mother I'd cure him of a lot Of
things"
Well. We had some family history on
the way out, beginnin' with the way
Buddyd been spoiled at home, takin'
in a few of the scrapes Sadie had
helped him out of. and endin' with his
BLOWN in atsROcKyWOld without wait
in for a bid from anyone. Seems he'd
separated himself from the last stake
Sadie had handed out-nothin' new,
same old fool game-and now he want
ed a refill, just as a loan, until he
could play a tip he'd got from a gent
he'd met in a beanery.
And ] just wouldn't stand for that, "
SAYS Sadie. Those bOokmakers are
nothing but swindlers. anyway.
know, because bet ten dollars on a
race once, and didn't win"
Say. I had a lithOgraph of Buddy
and his beanery tip. goin' up against