The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-09-20


Well. / puts In the afternoon with
Dennis Whaley. who's head gardener
and farm superintendent, and every
thing else a three-acre plot will stand
for. Then, about supper time. as I'm
just settlin' myself on the front porch
with my heels on the stoop rail. Won
derin' how folks can ever live all the
time where nothin' ever happens. I
hears a chug-chuggin'. and up the drive
rolls cute little one-seater bubble,
with nobody aboard but a Boston ter
rier and boy.
Chez thinks I, they'll be givin'
them gasolene carts to babies next.
Wonder what fetches that kid in here?'
Maybe he was a big ten or a small
twelve; anyway. he want more. He's
one OF these fine haired. light COM
plected youngsters that few years ago
would have had yellow Fauntleroy curls
and been rugged out in a lace collar
and black velvet suit. and had nurse
to lead him around by the hand. But
the new crop of young Astergould
Thickwads is bein' trained on different
lines. This kid was a good sample. His
tow colored hair Is just long enough to
tousle nice. and he's bare headed at
that Then he's got on corduroy knick-
ers, khaki jacket. black leather leg
gins. and gauntlet gloves and he looks
almost as healthy as If he was poor.
Hello, youngsterl' says I. Did you
lose the shutter overboard?"
beg pardon" says he; but 1 drive
my own machine"
"Ohw says l. IT might have known
by the costume"
BY this time he's standin' up with his
hand to his ear. squintin' back out
through the trees to the main road like
he was listenin' for somethin'. In a sec
ond he hears one of them big six-cyl-
inder cars go hummin' past, and il
seems 10 be what he was waitin' for.
Coin TO stop. are your" says I.
Thank you,' says he. IT WIN stay
little while If you don't mind" and he
proceeds to shut off the gasolene and
climb out. The dog follows him.
"Givin' some one the slip?" says 7.
''Oh. no." says he real prompt. @4-
I've been in race. that's ALL"
Y-e-e-s?" says I. Had a start.
didn't you?"
"A little" says he.
With that he sits down on the steps.
snuggles the terrier up alongside of
him and begins TO look me and the
place over careful. without sayin' any
more. Course. that amt the way boys
usually act. unless they've got stage
fright, and this one didn't seem at all
shy. AS near as l could guess he was
thinkin' hard. so / let him take his
time. I figures out from his looks and
his shown up in runa bout that he's
come from some of them big country
places near by. and that when he gets
ready he'll let out What he's after. Sure
enough. pretty soon ne opens up.
Wouldn't you like TO buy the ma
chine. sir?" says he.
Selling out. are your" says l. well,
what's your askin' price for rig of
that kind?"
sends out a feeler. Would five dollars
be too much?"
NO" says I. Il shouldn't call that
a squeeze. providin' you threw in the
dog"
He looks real worried then, and hugs
the terrier up closer than ever II
couldn't sell Togo" says he. You
you wouldn't want him, too, would
you?"
much more TO get them big blue eyes
of his to leakin' 1 puts him easy on
the dog question. But what's your
idea of sellin' the bubble?" says I.
why" says he. II won't need it any
longer. I'm going to be a motorman
on a trolley car.
That's a real swell job" says 1. But
how will the folks at home take it?"
1.-The folks al home?" says he, lookin'
aren't any. i haven't any home, you
know"
Honest. the way he passed out that
whopper was worth watchin' 1t was
done as cool and scientific as a real
estate man takin' oath there want a
mosquito In the whole COUNTY.
"Then you're just travelin around
loose. eh?" says 1. .''Whered you strike
from today?'
sChfca oo Savc
do tell" says /. That's quite a
days run. You must have left before
breakfast"
II had breakfast early" says he.
Dinner In Buffalo2" says l.
II didn't stop for dinner" says he
I'm that case-er-what's the name %
says /.
Mister Smith" says he.
Easy name to remember" says I.
'Ye-e-s. I'd rather you call me Ger
aid, though" says he.
Good" says /. well. Gerald, seem
as you've made long jump since
breakfast. what do you say TO grubbin
up little with me. eh?''
That strikes him favorable. and as
Mother Whaley is just bringin' in the
platter we goes inside and sits down
Togo and all. He sure didn't fall to like
half starved kid; but maybe that
was because he was so busy lookin' al
Mrs. Whaley. She amt much on the
French maid type. that's a fact Hel
uniform is a checked apron over q
faded red wrapper. and she has a way
of puggin' her hair up in a little knob
that makes her face look like one OF
the kind they cut out of a cocoanut
Gerald eyes her for awhile; then hi
leans over to me and whispers, rs this
the buffers night off?'
Yes" says l. He has seven a week
This is one of EN-
After he's thought that over he grins
81 see." says he. You mean you
haven't a butler? Why, ! though
everyone did
There's a few of US struggles aIons
without" says ]. I'VE don't bras
about il, though. But where do yol
keep your butler now. Mr.. Gerald?"
That catches him with his guarc
down. and he begins to look might,
puzzled.
''Oh. come" says I. you nights wei
own up. You've brought the runawa,
act right down 10 the minute, son. but
barrin' the details. it's the same OLD
game. I done the same when / wa
your age. only instead of runnin' of
in a thousanddollar bubble. ! sneaket
into an empty freight car
did your" says he. his eyes openin