The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-10-18

sure. said the pink fascinatoi.
'When?"
4 don't bcer." said Joe. too much
embarrassed to remember the days O.
he week
''Tomorrer night" prompted the
7irl
4 don't kecr." said Joe. and the
conversation seeming to lanGUish he
moved on.
After countless cons of time the next
night arrived. II found Joe and his
girl cozily squeezed in between two
fat women in the gallery of the Peo-
pies theatre. Joe had to sit sidewiSe
and double his feet up but ne WON :
willingly have endured a rack of tor
turc for the privilege Of looking down
on the fluffy blond pompadour unde~
Is large bow and of receiving thu
sparkling. glances that were flashed ~
1t him from time to time,
u amt ever conc with a Teller that
didn't know his name before she
conficed before the curtain rose
IT'S Joe" he said, Joe Riddcr
What's your front name?"
Mics Feaver." She said mischicv-
ousIy. what do you think it fs?''
Joe could not guess.
SAY, she went on. Il knew who
you was ali right even if I didn't know
Yer name. I seen you over to the hall
when they had the boXin. match"
The last one >"
Yes. When you. and Ben Schenk was
fightin', say. YOU didn't do thing
20 him.
The surest of all antidotes TO mascu-
line shyness was not without its i'm
effect. Joe Strengthened his
shoulders and smiled complacently
Didn't I massacre him." he said.
That there was a half Nelson holt J
gave him Il put him out of business
all right. all right. Say, I never
knOwed you was there
You bet J WAS" said his companion
in honest admiration; that was when
7 got stuck on YOU
Before Joe could fully comprehend
the significance of this confession the
curtain rose. and love itself had to give
way TO the tempestuous and absorbing
career of old Gaunt-Eye the Ghost
Detective" Through labyrinth of
crime the heroine fought her way.
jumping from a runaway engine. flee
ing from a burning tenement where she
had been gagged and chained, heroic
ally going over Niagara falls in bar
rel 10 escape her puTsuers, only at the
end of the third act to find herself be-
side the death-bec of her only child
Little Rosebud" who knelt in her
crib and sang four verses. of Home
Sweet Home" before she died
At this point Joe arose abruptly and
something about "sittin'
some gum" fled to the rear. When
he returned and squeezed his way back
to his seet~he found Miss Beaver"
with red eyes and an apparent cold i'm
the head.
What's the matter with you?" asked
Joe.
My shoe hurts me-" said Miss Bea-
Yer. still unable to look up
What you givin' me?" asked Joe,
smiling. These here kinds of play al
ways hurts my feelings. too 'Tain't
nOthin 10 be 'shamed of"
But Miss Beaver was too much
moved TO recover herself at once She
sat in limp detection and surreptitious-
" dabbed her ewes with her moist ball
of Il handkerchief
Joe twisted about uneasily. Sudden
ly an electric shock passed through
him Entirely by chance his hand had
brushed hers as il Law under her wrap
on the arm of the seat between them
His heart almost stopped beating as
he sat there staring straight ahead
with every nerve tinsling. Then as
the loadstone follows tie magnet. his
hand began to travel slowly back to-
ward hers
When the curtain rose on the last
act. her small hand was a willing cap
tive in his large sympathetic one. and
Miss Beaver was enabled to pass
the tragic finale with a re-
degree of composure.
When the time came TO say good.
night at the Beavers door all Joe's
reticence and awkwardness returned
He watched her let herself in. ara
MI
he found himself out on the pave
ment in the dark feeling as if the cur
tain had gone down. on the best show
he had ever seen. Suddenly side
window was raised cautiously and he
heard his name called softly. He had