The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-06-21

/ I didn't go near him again until sup
per time, and then he says he don't
feel like eatin'.
"An right" says / Maybe you'll
peel off and get under the cover? p"
Pm too tired to undress," says he.
We'll" says l. sleep with your
/ clothes on"
Then I locks him in and goes down
stairs
When it came to gettin' him up for
a little mOrnin' exercise and rub down.
! Stacky groaned. and said he couldn't
move.
"AH right" says ]. you can have
your bath now, and your exercise lat
er. Dennis, bring up those pals"
And say. I hadn't chuCked but one
pailful of cold wet water on Stacky
before he'd changed his mind
! Don't catch il if you don't want to-
says I, throwing the shot bag plumb
] at the pit of his stomach. But he want
| ed to catch 1t, and before he'd got
through he could do it real we'll II
was the same when he didn't like what
we had for breakfast. He had his
| chOice-of eatin' il, or gOin' without.
! Durin' the forenoon we had a cross
country jog. I'd pinched all Of Stackys
| clothes, and left him an old pair Of
runnin pants and a sweater, so he
didn't cut quite such a lOrdly figure as
he had, and l near run the legs off'm
/ him before I let him back. After din
ner he turns sulky and hadn't a word
/ to say. About supper time he cuts
! loose on me. though. He'd been miss
in his cigarettes and mixed drinks.
You and the old man have arranged
all this together, I suppose" says he,
glarin' at me across the table. But
I want 20 tell you right here, Shorty
McCabe, that you are going 70 live 10
regret your mart in it, I'm TO have
twenty millions some day. and some OF
it I'm going TO use in getting even
with you
What a cheerful young beast you
are" says L why, by the time you've
had your pile two months you'll be
strapped down in a pink bug ward
/ somewhere"
You lieP' he yeIls. cOverin' his face
with his hands and shakin' like he
had the ague. Don't say that again
20 me. or I-Ill-"
He did it before he finished tellin'
about il. That is. he tried to. He
/ grabbed the steak knife off the platter
and made a jump for me, upsettin' a
lot of dishes, and bringin' in Dennis
and Mother Whaley on the jump.
For the love Of hiyen" says Mrs
| Whaley. as ut murder he'd be do
in'?"
what. him." says I. shakin' the
knife out Of his fist and jerkin' him
across me knees with one and the same
/ motion. why, this rooster shanked,
putty faced imitation amt got nerve
enough to kill mosquito. He's just
playin' bad boy, that's all. Lend me
one of your slippers. Dennis"
Ever see the kind Of slippers they
wear in COnnemara? They cut the tops
off pair Of old brogans. Dennis was
that kind and ii was lucky for Stack
pole the hob nails was well worn down
for I laid it on good and not for
minute Think Of spankin' a 22-year-
old man, who stood feet 10 and had
an income like a grand duke,
! I was eXpectin' him to frOth at the
mouth afterwards. but when ! lets him
up he just stands in a sort Of daze
and looks at me. We sets things 10
rights and goes on with the supper
just as though nothin' had happened.
/ And say, from that on StackpOle and
me gets along too lovely for any use.
By the end of ten days he and I are
| playin' handbalI. and spaTrin and do
in hurdle races. all as happy as
/ couple of kids. The blotches had faded
out of his face, the whites OF his eyes
look natural. and he's forgot most all
! about his nerves.
] There was one thing I couldn't quite
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settin' quiet and I'd look up, I'd catch
, him eyein' me as close as a car pOr-
7 ter. He was doin' some deep thinkin'
( them times. knew: but whether It was
about homicide. or what not, I couldn't
/ puzzle out The answer came sudden
/ when il did come.
/ 'McCabe," says he walkin' up 10 me,
with a queer look in his eye. you're the
first and only person who has ever
punished me-
/ "More's the pity" says 7.
/ You're right" says he, and want
| to thank you for doing IT,"
With that he shoves out his palm
And, selp me- ! was so took off my
guard that we must have held our grip
a minute before I gets 1T through me
nut that he is dead in earnest.
Say" says I, that sounds more like
mans talk than anything I've heard
from you Now. if you could just revise
your opinion Of that mother Of yours
-u
He WINGED at that. same's If I'd
slapped him in the face.
"StackpOle." says I, Il take Il all
back. ] guess there's more than the
maxim of a dude TO you, after all"
Looks like I'd guessed right, too. from
what I hear Of him. The old man tells
me that Stacky's WOrkin' fourteen hours
a day, and near drivin' him batty with
his mistakes just tryin' 10 be Of some
use.