The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-11-08
By SEWELL 70 RID
Copyrighted by Associated Sunday Magazines

old boy, motioning me to go on the side
track
Say, you can judge the state I was in
from singin' them hymns when 1 makes
break like that. Honest. if he hadn't
stopped ME. I'd gone on to tell all the
mean things 1 ever done. or meant TO
do. That old gent has the most catch
in kind of piousness ever run against
The wreck feels it. too. ana as soon as
he gets a show he loosens M.
1t was apples" says he. Il stole
apples"
! What a jar, "Apples," says L
"G'wan. If you can't dig up anything
worse than pinchin' a little fruit. you'd
better quit. All. take another Think
/ But old Dayton wouldn't have ii that
way. Says he. 1T is a sin 10 steal a
| pin. Go on. my young friend"
And our young friend was more than
/ willin'. He says his name is Albert
Marston Boggs. and that he was study
/ in to be a minister. Seems he'd been
putin in his vacation gettin' subscrip-
tions for THE Life of Mckinley" and
! takin' orders for a glucose fact'ry that
| turns out homemade preserves, tryin'
to make enough to pay his board durin'
/ the next term. But he'd run up against
/ it good and hard. Atty nnds the sub
! scription business Overdone, and in the
! territory he strikes all the women put
UP their own strawb'ries and canned
peaches
| He'd got as far as Albany. and was
workin' his way down the river, when
his last dollar gets away from him.
First off he eats his jam samples,
| which gives him the collywabbles so
bad he has to lay off for two days and
swap his agents copy of the Life"
for lodgin' at a third-rate hotel. That
leaves him all IN a heap at the foot OK
the sIidin board, with ffty-nnile walk
| between him and the nearest place
where his touch was good
| Atty has stuck 1t out for nearly a day,
acduirin' an appetite like a sausage
mill. when he strikes one of them Dig
estates I'D along the Hudson and sees
some nice red aplpes. There was
high iron fence with spikes on top. just
purpose to keep folks out; but our
! Young friend has a gnawin' sensation
| that won't behave, so over he climbs.
| ooh. horrors," says l. You didn't
really and truly steal an apple, did
your
Atty gruans and mods his head, and
saws the worst is yet TO come. He goes
on to tell how it was dinky little
tree, with only five or six apples on II;
| but he gobbles down the whole crop
He is Just finishin' off the last one when
he finds himself collared by real ele-
CANT young gent with half-baked look
on his face, but so MAD ne nearly
frothin' at the mouth
at was terriblel" says Atty. He
said was a common trief, and that he
was going to have me put in jail. and
/ then Oh. I don't know what made
me do it, but slapped him across the
mouth and ran away as fast as
/ could
Bully for you AlfyE says I.
"Ahemi" says old Mr. Dayton, step
min off a few PAGES and fOldin' his
arms. This is more serious than l
thought. Young man, IL was my apple
tree that you robbed-my choicest ap-
ple tree-and the person whom you de
scribe as an insignificant, weak-faced
Young dandy was my SON You ADMIT
that you assaulted him Greatly as
regret to do so, must hand you over
10 the police"
An. saw" says I. lis il kid. or
what? one Of Alfy's hardest taps
wouldn't much mOre'n bruise a mos
ouito. and YOU wouldn't have him run
in for a little thing ike stealth when
he was near starved, would you?
But Mr. Dayton would. Them old
ewes of him has took on the stony stare,
and he is lookin up the police station
number in the telephone book, when
there's a sound of wheels comm up
the blue stone drive around the front
circle. The old gent whirls and takes
| a quick glimpse. Then he drops the
book as though he'd bot shock
"A deputy" he whispers, husky ike.
, "A deputy sheriff.
With that he begins tearfn' around
: the room like a crazy man, and after
! he's made three laps he SCOTS out into
the hall, strikes the stairs, ana goes
rushin' towards the attic. 1 looks out
the window to see what IL all means;
: but all I can spot Is a Teller In a rub
! Der coat drivin' a surrey.
. SAY" saws I to Mr.. Thayer. whats
wrong with the old party? Is he bug
house?'
Thayer. he leaves off chewin' his gray
, moustache for a minute, and says ne
! reckons how perhaps it would be best
. for him 10 explain And say, the min
ute he lets out the real name Of the
old guy that's been fiaggin' as Day
ton. he don't have to say any more.
Him" says l. "Old Foxy Dodge
: himself? Well, say, he must have the
deputy sheriffitis pretty bad when ne
takes a hack driver for subpoena
server. 1t was the license badge fooled
him. Ell? But 1 didn't know they was
after him again.
Tbaver saws they amt; but this was
lonlv the results of that last chase. when
they had him freed for so long that IL
90 on his nerves. ''Of course says ne,
stripuin' a fifty of his roll and passin
il over real insinuatin'. we shall ex-
pect you to keep this quiet
"So?" SAYS l. But what about our
Young friend there?" and / points over
/, to where Atty was still shakin' Ike ne
had an ague chill He ought to be IN
! on this
"Certainly." says Thayer, peelin' of
another fifty: and I gets EN- away
, from him before he has chance 10
change his mind.
With that we climbs up under the-
roof and proceeds TO dig up the OLD boy
out of the cObwebs. And say ne tne
cheapest iookin'. scaredest plute ever
see We finally cOnvinces him tnaI ms
deputy is only the bone thumper the
shutter has sent up from the station
and he consents to come down and be
wrapped up We don't close WIN
PRAYER. or sing any doxology. he am
got a word more TO say. and ne looks
so skjttish and broke up as Tnayer
leads him out TO the buggy that