The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-06-28


8 begin with. 1 got
80 him second hand. You
So. - see, he come along
~ just as I was having
~ slack spell Mr.
GorGOn-yes, Pyramid
Gordon-he calls up on the phone and
says he's in q hole. Seems he's got a
nephew that's coming on from some
where out west 10 take a look at New
York, and needs some one to keep him
from falling off Brooklyn bridge.
''HOW's he traveling?" says I;
tagged, in care of the CONDUCTOR"
"Oh. no. says Mr.. Gordon. He's
about -. and able TO take care of him
self anywhere except in a city hike
this"
Then he wants TO know how I'm
fixed for time.
7 got all there is on the clock" I
says.
And would you be willing 10 try
keeping Bentley out OF mischief until
! get back?" says he.
Sure as ever" says I. Il don't sup
pose he's any holy terror; is he2"
Pyramid said he want quite as bad
as that. He told me that Bentleyd
been brought up on a big cattle ranch
out there, and that now he was boss.
Hes been making a lot of money
ANNtAANASs lou HcA MI NHotutlA anu
he insists on a visit east. Probably he
will want to let New York know that
! he has arrived, and soon, but you hold
hin down" t.--
"Oh. I'll keep him from lifting the
lid. al right" says /
That's the idea. Shorty" says he.
I'm write note telling him all about
you. and giving him a few sugges-
tons"
bsd n s,-,,o,,s;- % oav,+la,v,s, +i,,,a
card, so as soOn's he'd a chance TO
open up his trunk and wash off some
of the car dust ] was waiting, at the
desk in the Waldorf.
Now of course. being warned ahead,
and hearing about this cattle ranch
business. I was looking for a husky
boy in a sik-inch soft brim and leath-
er pants. I'd calculated on having TO
persuade him TO take off his spurs
and leave his guns with the clerk.
But what steps out OF the elevator
and answers 10 the name of Bentley
is a Willie boy that might have blown
in from AsbuFy Park or Far Rock
away. He was draped in a black and
white checked suit that you could broil
steak Oh, with the trousers turned up
'Fso's 10 show the open work silk socks,
and the coat creased up the sides like
IL was made over a cracker box. His
shirt was a MacGregor plaid. and the
band around his Panama was hand
width Roman stripe.
Gee" thinks I. III that's the way
cowboys dress nowadays, no wonder
there's scandals in the beef business.
But If you could forget his clothes
long enough TO size Mp what was in
'em. You could ses that Bentley was
mild enough locker. There's lots Of
bank messengers and brokers. clerks
like him coming over from Brooklyn
and Jersey every morning. He was
about feet s, and skinny built. and
he had one of these receding faces.
that looked like ii was trying 10 get
away from his nose.
But then II amt always the hand
some boys that behaves the best, and
the more 1 got acquainted with Bent
ley the better I thought of him. He
said he was mighty glad I showed up
instead of Mr.. Gordon.
Uncle Henry makes me weary" says
he. 1--WE just been reading a letter
from him. four pages and most of it
was telling me what not TO do. And
this the first time I was ever in New
York since I've been old enough to
remember
you'd kind of planned to see things.
seh?" says /
"Why. yes" says Bentley. There
isn't much excitement out on the ranch,
You know. OF course we ride into Pal
opinto once of twice a month. and
sometimes take a run up TO Dallas;
but that's not like getting to New
York"
mo" says /. 81 guess you're able
TO tell the difference between this burg
and them places you mention without
looking twice. What is Dallas-a wa
ter tank Stop
ITS a little bigger'n that" says he,
kind of smiling.
But he was a nice, quiet acting youth:
didn't talk loud, nor go through any
tough motions. l see right off that
I'd been handed the wrong set of speci-
fications. and / didn't lose any time
framing him up according to new lines
! knew his kind like a book. You could
turn him loose in New York for a
week, and the most desperate thing
he'd find TO do would be smoking Gig
arettes. on the back seat of a rubber
neck wagon. And yet he'd come all the
way from the jumping off place TO
have a little innocent fun.
Uncle Henry wrote me-" says he,
that while I'm here I'd better take
I'm the Metropolitan Museum of Arts,
and visit St. Patrick's cathedral and
Grants tomb. But say, I'd like some
thing a little livelier than that. you
know"
He WAS so mild about il that I works
M enough sympathy to last an s. p. c.
A president a year. I could see just
what he was aching for. Ii want a
sight at oil paintings or churches. He
wanted 10 be able TO go back among
the flannel shirts and tell the boys tales
mat would make their eyes stick out.
He was ambitious TO go on a regular
cutup, but didn't know how. and would
NJ have had the nerve TO tackle it
alone if he had known.
Now l amt ever done any redIight
niIotin. and didn't have any notion
If beginning then, especially with a
youngster as nice and green as Bent
iez,. but right there and then 1 did
lake I'D my mind that I'd steer him
ma against something more exciting
nan a front view of Grace church at
noon. 1t was coming to him.
80 here RentleN" saws l Owe