The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-12-13

little rusty on how things ought to
be done on one of these boudoir boats,
but want every one to act like they
was star boarders. Everything in sight
is yours, from the mizzen anchor to
what's in the ice box below. And 1
want to say right here that I'm mighty
glad you've come. Now, Mr.. Bassett,
you can tie her loose"
Honest, that was the first speech
ever shot off, in or out of the ring; but
II seemed to 60 They was all pattin'
me on the back and givin' me the grand
jolly. when cab comes down the pier
on the jump, some one waves red par
asol, and out floats Mrs. Britton Bailey
wells and all.
Game near missin' YOU" SAYS 1,
steppin up to the gangplank
/ But say, she was so busy shakin
hands and calm the rest of 'em by
their front names, that she hardly sees
me at all. 1t was that way all the rest
of the trip. She corners almost every
one else, and chins to 'eTn real earn
est; but L never seemed to get in
range. Well, was havin' too good
time to feel cut up about it. but 1
couldn't help bein' curious
1t want until dinner time that 1 got
line on her. She was converser
thought No matter what was opened
up, she heard her cue. And knock
Why, she had tack hammer in each
hand They was cute, spiteful little
taps that made you smoker before you
had time to be ashamed of yourself
for doin' it,
''Ain't she got any friends besides
what's here?' says l to Sadie, after
we'd got through and gone up front by
ourselves to see the moon rise And
why don't some one cut in with a
comeback now and then?'
1T isn't exactly safe" says Sadie.
''Ohl" says 1. She's that kind. is
she? One of the hornet breed? Well.
hope all she says amt so. How about
it?''
Well, that was the. beginning of a
heart to heart talk that lasted for
good many miles. Somehow Sadie and
I'd never had a real quiet chance like
that before, and it come out we had
a, lot to say to each other 1 don't
know why it was, but the rest of EN-
seemed to let us alone. Some was back
under the awnin'. and others was down.
stairs, playin' bridge. There was sing
in, too; but we couldn't make out Just
who was doin' it, and didn't care a
whole lot
Anyway, it was the bulliest ride 1
ever had. The moon come up out of
the Atlantic away out towards Ber-
IIluud somewhere, ana IL was as big
as billboard and as yellow as chorus
girls hair: the air was real mild and
warm, like ii was comm summer again.
and you couldn't see thing but water
and sky, except for the white flash OF
some lighthouse, way off ahead.
= I forgot what it was we was talkin'
about. each other mostly, guess, and
old times. After a bit, though, We
didn't say much, of anything 1 was
just lookin'- at Sadie. And say, I've
seen her when 1 Thought she looked
mighty nice, but / never got lust that
view other before, with the moon kind
of touchin UP her red hair, and her
cheeks and neck lookin' like white
satin. tf>.
:. She has a. way. too. of starin' off
at nothin' at all, sometimes; and then
there's look in her eyes and a little
twist of her mouth corners that Just
sets me to tinglin' all over with the
wantih' to put my arm around her and
tell her that, no matter who else goes
back on her, there'n always be Shorty
McCabe waitin' in the wings.
1t want anything new or sudden for
me. I'd felt that may many q time,
and as far back as when her mother
ran a prune dispensary next door to
my house, and she and I used to sit
on the front steps after supper. She'd
have spells of starin' that way then
chopin off with sigh in the middle
of it, and maybe finishin' up with a
giggle- 1 guess that's only the Irish
in her, but it always caught me-