The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-12-20

4 tADeCl II NEVER get 70 hIlOW IiililS,
says j; ''fOr I'm goin' to teach Tidson
to be sOciable If L go hoarse tryin''-
It's a week or ten days, though, be-
fore I makes any Roadway. And then
one night after dinner, just as L starts
TO go into the next room, where Sadie
was chinnin' Mrs. Purdy Pell, 1 acct
IDENTIFY brushes a fork off on the floor.
Course, I don't know any better'n TO
make a dive for it. Tidson dives too,
my shoulder takes him in the breast
bone. and then somethin' rattles out of
his pocket.
AIissin' the fork. I picks up the other
thing. It's a curious kind of trinket
for a butler to be carryin'-a round,
carved bone affair, about a foot long,
ike the handle to sOmethin'. I was just
heftin' it, when my thumb hits some
sort of n button, and out comes a long,
slim, wicked lookin blade, as sharp and
! shiny as a new razor.
Hello" says / What kind of q
patent can opener is this. Tidson?"
Say, Of all the sickIy attempts at a
grin, the one he tries was the worst
failure | ever watched He gets real
ashy around the gills, the hand he
sticks out trembles like he was havin'
chill, and them sharp little eyes of his
was glued to what I was holdin' up.
'It's-it's only a keepsake, SIR" says
he.
500" says I. strikes me it's one of
the kind that calls for explanations.
Now. what are you waIkin' around
loaded up this way for, eh?"
Tidson, ne mumbles something about
bein' sorry.
Now. see here. Tidson!" saws I. 81
amt one to pry into anybody's private
fads; but so long as you have the run
Of those rOOTTlG 7 ca0ft stand for apx
assassination hardware like this. Why,
I'm surprised-you such mild, tame
house-broke Englishman, tool"
Pardon" says he, but am not
English
But you're an aitch dropper." says L
Tidson's shoulders go up and his
palms so out.
That I have learn says he.
oh" says I. Goes with the bust
ness, does it? Well. I thought you was
odd colored for a Cockney. Just where
do you hail from, then?"
Corsica says he.
You don't sayl" says L well, that
explains the cutlery. But who was 1t
you was plannin' to use this keepsake
on? Me?"
Non. non. nom" says he, wavin' his
hands and shal1in' his head.
''Well, who them" says l. "A knife
like that means business. Come, give
up"
1t was like pullin' a cork out with
your fingers; but I backs him into a
corner, throws a scare into him about
ringin' up the house detective, and
fin'lly ne unlossens. And say, it's al
most as good as readin ii out of ten
cent magazine.
The tale begins way back when It'd
Son-Jules something. he SAYS his real
name is-was gay young Corsicite,
wearin' a red sash and herdin' goats,
and tendin' out on all the chowder par
ties from his ward. Also, there's Fe-
lice. She's the only daughter of
district boss, or some big gun, but she's
more or less of a mixer. Anyway, Jules
gets to know her real well. takin' her
to matinees and so on; but all on the
quiet, for he want hardly in her class.
Accordin to his description. Felice was
one Of the cherry ripe kind, all curves
and red tints. reglar brunette Maizy
May. Jules must have been a likely
lookin' lad himself then, for Felice
turns down a lot of swell dressers,
wears the brass breastpin he gives her,
and lets him hold her hand while they're
partin' at the gate.
1t WAS all goin' lovely, when the old
folks gets wise, and then there's rue
tons. F'elice Is shut up in the back
chamber while her old gent gets out the
carvin' knife and chases the merry
goatherd into the next county on the
jump. Takin' that as a hint, Jules
keeps right on till he gets to Paris
Then, with the old homestead crossed
off the map. and nOthin' comm in, he
looks around for some easy job with
good pay.
BY rights that was where he should
have found himself sore eyed and sor-
~. But before he has time to starve
he gets himself knocked down by q
cab horse on the Rue de Bombom, and
the gent that yankS him out from under
the wheels in time to save his ribs is
so worked mp with gratitude over the
chance that he sets up a pint of red
wine, listens to Jules hard-luck story,
and ends by tellin him where to call
next nornin' before the whistle blows
The noble rescuer turns ont to be Emil
Bourdonne, none other. New one on
you. Ell? Never mind. Look at the next
bottle of brilliantine you see on the bar
ber's shelf-none genuine without the
signature. That's him. He takes Jules
into the shop. givin' him label pastin'
job. with a chance to double as night
watch and sleep behind the boiler.
The whole thing is a cinch. About
twice day Jules is paraded in the
front Office as the man that Emil res
cued from horrible death. and every
now and then his pay is raised. If il
hadn't been that he kept worryin'
about Felice. he'd been happy as a
clam. But the longer he's away from
her the worse he feels. Emil begins to
kick because he don't look cheerful
enough for an exhibit: so Jules let's out
what's the matter.
well. Well" says Emil. That's too
bad"
Then he fixes UP a scheme for Jules
to take a trip home have a talk with
Felice. and maybe bring her on to the
brilliantine fact'ry, where there's good
Openin' for a bright girl 1t works as
smooth as lard. Felice was tired of
the village. anyway. and Jules looks
such a swell in his new city clothes
that she most tears the shingles off the
back shed slidin' down to meet him.
For a month or so Jules is as merry
as if he was one of the chorus in a
musical comedy. Him and Felice pastes
labels side by side, and durin' the lunch
hour Jules plans how they'll have a
quiet weddin' and furnish three rooms
over the delicatessen store. Then Emil
butts in. He begins hangin' over the