The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-05-03

across the road right Tor me. He'd
come out to wig-wag his driver and.
/ gettin his eyes on me, he wad-
dies right ever. 1 tried to give him
the wink and shoe him off, but it was
no go.
Why, my dear professor" says he
walkin' up and givin' me the inside
brother grip with one hand and the
old-college-chum shoulder-pat with
the other.
was the major and the girls catchin'
their breath and takin' it all in, SO 1
sees it's no use THROWN a bluff.
"How's the bishop" says l.
You've made a bad break; but
guess it's bit too late to hedge"
He only chuckles, like he always
does. Your figures Of speech, pro-
lessor, are too subtle for me. as usual
| However, / suppose you are as glad
to see me as l am to find you"
Just what [ was meanin to spring
next. says I, pullin' up rocker for
him.
We chins awhile there and the bish-
op tells me how he's been out to lay
cornerstone. and thought he'd drop in
on his old friend. Major Binger.
We'll, well, what a charming place
you have herel' says ne. You must
take me all over it, professor. I want
to see if you've shown as good taste
on the inside as you apparently have
on the out"
And before l has time to say a
word about Jarvis Aunt Nellie, he
has me by the arm and were headed
for the parlOr I hadn't even opened
the door before. but we blazes right in.
runs up the shades, throws open the
shutters, and stands by for a look.
Say, it was worth it, That was
the most ladyhed room l ever put me
foot III. First place. I never see so
many crazy-lookin' little chairs, or
| bow-Iegged tables, or fancy teacups
before in my life There want a thing
you could sit on without havin' to call
the upholstery man in afterward.
Even the gilt sofa looked like it ought
| to have been a picture
But what had me buttOn-eyed was
the wall decora lions. If l hadn't been
ridin' on the sprinkler for so long I'd
thought it was time for me to hunt a
d. T. institute right then. First off
couldn't make 'em out at all; but after
the shock wore away I see they were
dolls, dozens of 'em. hanging all
over the walls in rows and
clusters, like hams in a pork shop.
And say. that was the wooZiest collec-
ton ever punched together! They
want ordinary Christmas tree dolls,
the store kind Every last one of 'em
was homemade. white cotton heads.
with hand-painted faces. Course, 1
tumbled. This was some Of that half
batty Aunt 'Meles work This was
4 what she'd put in her time on. And
she sure had produced
For face paintin' it was well done. I
guess only she must have been shut
up so long away from folks that shell
sort of forgot just how they looked.
Some of the heads had sunbonnets on,
and some nightcaps; but they were all
the same shape, like a hardsheH clam.
fat side to. The eyes were painted
about twice life-size-sOme rolled up,
some canted down, some squintin'
sideways, and a lot was just cross
eyes There was green eyes. yellow
eyes, pink eyes, and the regular kinds.
They gave me the creeps.
When I turn around, the bishop
stands there with his mouth open.
why" says he-"why, professor
That was as far as he could get. He
gasps once or twice and gets out some
thing that sounds like Remarkable,
truly remarkable
That's the word" says !. 'I'H bet
there amt another lot like this In the
country"
II hope not" says he. NO Of
tense meant, though. Do you-er-do
this sort of thing yourself?'
w ell 1 Ildu 10 lODStll up tAACl1s L NOlA
him about Aunt Nellie, and how I'd
bought the place insight and unseen,
And when he finds this was my first
view of the parlOr it gets him in the
short ribs. He has funny fit Every
time he takes a look at them dolls he
has another spasm. I gets him out on
the porch again, and he sits there slap
PIN his knees and Vaughn his head
and wipin his eyes.
h .fe1aa Inns n1TT~rI
and says I've done him more good than
a trip TO Europe. You must let me
bring Major Binger over" says he. I
want him to see those dolls. You two
are bound to be great CrOnies.'
I've got my doubts about that"
says l. But don't you go TO mixin'
up in this affair. bishop. I don't want
to lug you in for any trouble with any
of your old friends"
You couldn't stave the bishop off.
though. He had to hear the whole
yarn, and the minute he gets it
straight he jumps up.
"Binger's a hot-headed old-Well,"
says he, catchin' himself just in time,
"the major has a way of acting first,
and then thinking it over. ] must have
talk with him."
L guess he did. too; for they were all
at it sometime before the bishop waves
bye-bye to me and drives of.
| I'd just got up from one Of Mrs.
Whaley's best chicken dinners. when I
hears a hurrah outside, and horses
stampin' and a horn tootin'. l rushes
out front. and there was Pinckney. sit
tin up on a coach box. just pullin his
leaders out Of Dennis pansy bed. There
was about a dozen of his crowd on top
} Of the coach. inCludin' Mrs DipwOrthy
Sadie Sullivan that was-and Mrs.
Twombley Crane. and a lot more.
Hello, Shorty" says Pincknsy. rs
the doll exhibition still open? If If IS,
we want to come in
They'd met the bishop; see! And
he'd steered 'em along.
Well, say, I might have begun the
day kind OF lonesome. but il had
lively finish. all right. Inside Of ten
minutes Sadie has on one Of Mother
Whaley's white aprons and is takin'
charge. She has some of them fancy
tables and chairs lugged out on the
, porch, and the first thing I knows I'm
holdin' forth at a pink tea that's the
SWEETEST thing of the kind Primrose
park ever got its eyes on.
No, Nightingale cottage amt in the