The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-11-15


"Ah, say" says !, s'you amt got no
call to break his Back, teven if he was
prowlin'. Cut it out, you big mucker,
Or
Say, I shouldn't have done it, SEEM
WhereeI was; but the ugly look on his
mug as he lifts his knee again seems
to pull the trigger on my right arm,
and I swings in one on that punkin
head like / was chopin wood. He
tdrops Rusty and comes at me with a
rush. windmill fashion, and I'm so hap
by for the next two minutes, givin' him
what he needs, that I've unused up his
one that finds the soft spot on his jaw
and lands him on the grass.
Here, herep shouts Mr.. Twombley-
Crane, comm up just as his man does
the back shoulder fall. why, McCabe
what does this rnean2"
"Nothin MUCH" says ], except that
amt in love with your particular way
of speedin' the partih' guest
GUEST says he, fiushin' up. "The
fellow was caught proving Besides,
by what right do you question my
method OF getting rid of a sneak thief %
'Oh, l don't stop for rights in a case
of this kind says / Il just naturally
butts in. l happens to know that Rusty
here amt any more of a thief than
am. II you've got charge to make,
though, III see that he's in court
when"
II don't care to bother with the po-
lice" says he Il merely want the fell
low kicked off the place"
Sorry TO interfere with your plans, -
says I; but he's been kicked enough
I'll lead him off. though, and guarantee
he don't come back, if that'll do
We hOfh H.
agrees to that proposition. The beef
eater picks himself up and limps back
to the house. while 1 escorts Rusty as
far as the gates. givin' him some good
advice on the way down Seems he'd
been worl1in' as stable helper at VIM
dymere for a couple of weeks. his lat
est dream bein' that he was cut out for
a jockey: but he'd run out of dope
sticks and, KNOWN they was scattered
around reckless in the house, he'd just
walked in lOokin' for some.
Which shows you've lost what little
sense you ever had" says l. Now
here's two whole dollars. Rusty Go
off somewheres and smoke yourself to
death. Nobody'n miss you"
Rusty, he just grins and moseys down
the road. while I goes back to see the
show, feelin' about as much to home,
after that run in, as a stray pup in
church.
1t was about an hour later, and
they'd got through the program as far
as the youngsters pony cart class, to
be followed by an exhibit of fancy farm
teams. Well the kids was gettin'
ready to drive into the ring. There was
bunch of EN-. mostly young girls all
logged out in pink and white, drivin'
dinky Shetlands in wicker carts COW
cred with daisies and ribbons. In the
lead was little Miss Gladys, that the
Twombley-Cranes think more of than
they do their whole bank account. The
rigs was crowded into the main drive
way, ready to turn into the track as
soon as the way was cleared. and it
sure was sight worth SEEM.
l was standin' up on the coach, takin'
il in, when all of a sudden there comes
a rumblin'. thunderin' sound from out
near the gates, and folks begins askin'
each other what's happened They
didn't have to wait long for the an
swer: for before any one can open their
mouths, around the curve comes a
cloud of dust and out dashes pair of
big grays with one of them heavy blue