The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-04-12
MAGAZINE SECTION.

when Ii comes to doing the ha1rtrigger
friendship act, Pinckney's the real
skookun preferred But this was once
when he slipped me a blank.
Looked like bein' fed with a spoon,
too. at the start. All had to do was
to take the one-thirty-six out to Blen-
mont, put in an hour with Jarvis.
catch the three-fifty back. and charge
anything / had the front to name
What's more L kind of cOttoned TO
Jarvis. from the drop of the hat.
He was waitin' at the station for me-
with high-wheeled cart, and couple
of gingery circus horses hitched one IN
front of the other like two links of
weinerwurst They were tryin' TO play
leap-frog as the train comes in; but il
didn't seem to worry Jarvis any more
than if he was driYin' a pair of mail
wagon plugs.
One of those big pink-and-White
chaps, Jarvis was. with nice blue eyes
and ashes-of-rOses hair. There was 4
lot of him, and it was well placed. He
had sort of a soothing, easy way of
talking. too. like a church organ with
the soft pedal on.
Me and Jarvis got acquainted right
away. He said he didn't care much
about the physical-culture game
didn't exactly need it. and he'd been
through all that before, anyway-but
mother and sister wanted him to take
* up again, and Pinckney'd told what
a crackerjack l was; so he thought he
might as we'll go in for it, He said
he'd had a little hole fixed up where
one would do that sort of thing,
y'knoW, and he hoped | wouldn't find
II such a beastly bore, after all.
Oh, he was a gent, Mr., Jarvis But
what got me was the careless way he
juggled the relns over those two bob
tailed nags that was dom a rag-time
runaway, and him usin' only three fin
gers, and touchin 'em up with the
whip. 1t was his lucky day, though,
and we got there without an ambu-
lance.
1t was somethin' of a place TO get to,
yes-about a hundred and 'Steen rooms
and bath, I should say, with a back
yard that must have stopped over into
Connecticut some. That's what you
get by haVin' a grandpop who put his
thumb-print on every dollar that came
his way.
I guess Jarvis was used TO Twin in
place like that, though. He didn't stop
TO tell What anything cost, or show off
any of the bric-a-brac. He just led
the way through seven or eight parlors
and palm rooms, until we fetched up
I'm the hole he'd fixed up to exercise in.
It was about three times as big as the
studio here. and if there was anything
missing from the outfit I couldn't have
told what it Was-fiyin' rings, bars.
rowin' machine, punchin' bags, dumb
bells-sayi with a secretary and a few
wall notices, there was the makin's of
a Y NJ c. A branch right on the
ground Then there was dressin'
rooms, a shower bath, and a tiled
/ plunge tank like they have in these
Turkish places.
- f,v
exercise" says I. IF you did, | s'pose
you'd fix up Madison Square Garden.
That architect was an ass says
Jarvis; but mother told him to go
ahead. Fancy ne thought 1 was San
dow, you know"
Well, we gets into our gym clothes,
picks out a set of kid pillows. and had
just stepped out on the rubber for a
little warmin' up, when in sails a fluff
delegation. There was fat old one,
that looked as though she might be
mother: "a slim baby-eyed one. that
any piker would have played for sis
ter; and another, that l couldn't place
at all. She wasn't Fifth avenue girl
you could tell that by the way she
wore her hair punched down on the
nape of her neck-but IT was a cinch
she wasn't any poor relation.
Lost their way goin' TO the mat
inee, eh?' says /.
Jarvis gets pink clear down to his
collar bone. and says something that
sounds like, "Oh, splash II beg par
don. professor" says he. It's only
mother and the girls. I'll send them
off"
That's right; shoe EN- says I.
But mother wouldn't shoe any more
than a trolley car. Now. don't be
silly about il. Jarvis. dear" says she.
Lxooxr how lady EVELYN dOteS IN
athletics, and how your sister and
do. too. So we're just going to stay
and watch you"
''Oh, come, mother" says Jarvis; ct
isn't just the thing. you know"
ASK Lady Evelyn" says mother.
why. she's one of the patronesses of
the Oldwich Cricket club, and pours
tea for the young men at their games.
Now. go ahead, Jarvis; there's a
dear"
He looks at me for a tip. and that
gives him a bunch. But the profess
sOr-" says he.
"Oh. Professor McCabe doesn't mind
us "a bit; do you now, professor says
sister, buttin' in, real coy and giddy,
II can stand it if you can" says I,
and she tips me a gOo-gOO smile that
was all to the candied violets.
There" says mother. Now go
right on as though We were not here
at all. But remember not to be too
rough, Jarvis, dear"
/ grins at that, and Jarvis dear looks
foOlisher than ever. But the ladies
had settled themselves in front seats.
and there didn't seem to be anything
to do but TO play marbles, or quit an
go home. And. say, ! don't know
which looked more like a stagehand
caught I'm front of the drop. Jarvis or
me. We went through some kind of
motions, though. until I begins to get
over bein' ratified. Then / tries to
brace him up.
Little faster with that right coun-
ter there" says l. And block more
with your elbow. All. you're wide open
-see?" and / taps him once or twice.
Now look ont for this left lead to the
face. Come, use that right a little
'Taint in sling, is it? Footwork,
now. You side-step like a truck horse.
There that's the article. Now let 'em
come-block. counter. guardp
You see. was doin' my best to work
up a little excitement and get Jarvis
10 forget the audience; but il wasn't