The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-12-20

might call around again next fall.
But how about my dear Felice?"
says Jules.
"Oh, she's all right says Emil.
shes quite as much of peach as you
described; more so, in fact. And, see
in that you'll be carrying the banner
for some time, I've decided to marry her
myself
AT that Jules throws a fit; but when
Felice steps in and explains through
the desk grating that she's sorry, but
he's only a false alarm, while Emil is
the one best bet, his Corsican blood goes
up to fever heat Inside of the next
three days Jules is thrown out of the
fact'ry four times, and on his last trip
a husky porter kicks him all the way
to the gate, while Felice stands at a
window and grins.
Just at that point he buys this trick
knife with the spring blade. His next
move is to stand on the church steps
and make VOW that, so long as he can
hate. he will follow the trail of this
cur-r-rsed Emil Eourdonne until he has
chance to carve his initials on his in
ner works.
But he's up against a shifty customer
Mr. Bourdonne not only has him put
under bonds to keep the peace. So
gets him run out of the district So
Jules drifts into a table d'hote place
and learns to be waiter. He settles
down for long wait. too. Every re-
port he gets OF Emil only piles UP the
agony. The weddin' has been pulled
off in fine shape, the brilliantine BUSH
ness is boomin, and the happy couple
is movin' into a double breasted man.
sion with a fountain on the front lawn.
Jules sharpens up his knife and Kisses
Corsican cuss words through his front
teeth Next he hears that Emil has
opened London branch and has moved
across the channel. Jules trails along,
too. He grows side whiSkers and hires
himself out as a butler, havin' a fool
idea that he'll be on hand somewhere
when Emil is asked TO dinner. But
there's nothin dom. The calendar
moves on, year after year. Emil has
got to be a regular brilliantine king,
with his name blown in a million bot
ties every season, while Jules is only
front butler for man that runs an ale
brewery.
At last Jules gets word that EmiPhas
gone into the export business so big
that he's just as likely to turn up in
New York as anywhere; so he comes
over here. Findin' wages better and
| the tips bigger. he stays. And that's
the whole hist'ry down to date.
And how far back was it, do you
juice in your eye?" says /.
How long?" says he. why, vignt,
wight t-une-twenty-tw years this
spring, sir
"A crouch old enough to vote" says
l. "Geei''
With that I looks him over careful.
to see if he really means it, And say.
come to size Tidson up once more
loose Jaw, wide eyes, stoop shoulders,
I i L. &C
a case OF pipe dream Maybe he had
been real wrathy once, when he was
young and full of ginger; but twenty
odd years of steppin' soft and lively
to answer the buzzer, of bowin' and
scrapin' and holdin' the door open, had
simmered him down until he was as
harmless as an air gun with busted
spring. What he'd had his mind set
on all this time want spillip' some
body's gore, but gettin' the soup on the
table hot and keepin' the glasses filed.
And all there was to this revenge bust
ness was just an afterglow. 1t was
keepin' his mind stirred up and maxim
his hair fall out; but it didn't amount
TO anything more'n a brain bug. He'd
never hurt anyone.
Here, Tidson,'' says I. here's your
keepsake. Better close up that pocket
with a safety pin. Me? No. 1 amt
sayin' a word. Oh, that's all right.
Forget it,
Havin' a lire on Tidson like that, 1
feels more at home when he's around.
For one thing, know he's human, just
like the rest of us, which is lot bet
tern tryin' to throw bluff that he's
Just some kind of a handy machine
When passes the story on to Sadie,
she feels the same, and we both tries
to cheer him up
And then about three days later gets
the grand jolt. 1 come up in the ele
vator that afternoon with a foreign
lookin couple who get off at our floor.
The man is a tall, skinny, hook-nosed
gent with gray hair and black bushy
eyebrows. and a complexion like sal
eratus biscuit The lady was some
younger. about as thick set as a sugar
barrel, with three chins and a walk
like a coal barge in heavy sea. They
trails down the corridor in tow of q
bell hop that's shown EN- their suite
Just as I'm turning the knob OF my
door ] sees some one leanin' up against
the wall It's Tidson, his face as white
as napkin. and his fingers doin' the
empty clutch act.
'.Hello," says l. you look like you'd
been seem things"