The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-06-21


and some of 'em was peculiar PROPOSE
uons; but pins the rose on Stack
pole. First warnin' l had of him was
when he splings himself on me at the
studio. He drifts in without a word
leaves the door wide open. chucks
cigarette stub on the rug, spreads his
e~<eet wide apart. and begins TO size up
the front office with kind of dissat-
isfied look on his face.
Well" says I. What open lot do
you register from?"
4 beg pardon?" says he. And say,
the way some folks can fire that at
you Is almost as bad as bein called out
of your name
You don't have to beg pardon"
says l. ''Al you need To do is to get
ON the other side of the door and shut
IT. This is no public park
AM says he, as If I'd said some
thin amusin', but he never makes
move.
He was one of the kind you read
about There was no mistaken his
class. Reggie was wrote all over him,
from his Open-WOrk silk socks TO mis-
$40 Panama. You could shut your
eyes and see papa. the trust maggot,
behind him, signin' checks, and if you
pop of the last bottle of French foam
he'd opened
Yes. An" says l. "'Ahn two or
three times. Now run along. or you'll
be missin' something at the stage
door"
That sort of jolts him a little.
guess he'd made up his mind it was
time TO drop the sledge hammer on me,
Tor he begs pardon again, some Sassier
than before, and tells me that he's Mr..
Stackpole Huntley Morris.
You amt 10 blame for all that,
either" says l.
That threw him off his balance He'd
been used To seem strangers wilt when
he showed that at 'em. But say, there
too many of these slim-legged surplus
distributors hOatin' around the white
light district for me TO be stunned
when one rubs against me close.
I beg PARDON says he once more.
You've got the habit bad" says I.
See here, my man." says he, real
pettish. You're Shorty McCabe.
aren't you?"
Not 10 your kind" says l. You'll
find a different handle TO my name if
you read the letters on the ground
glass"
well. professor. then" says he
Right" says l. You're learnin'
Now. whatn il be?"
We gets down TO business then I
hears how he and the old man and the
family DOCTOR not to mention mother
and the family lawyers, has Just been
holdin' a sort of inquest on his recent
career. Stackpole wasn't a bit shy of
speakin' right out about il, but he
didn't go into details. He didn't have
TO. I'd heard enough about him 10
know that he'd acquired a past that
you couldn't dig up without usin'
plenty Of chloride of lime.
II seems he'd gone the limit, though
The verdict was that he must either
roll of the toboggan or go on a short
allowance, and he'd promised TO be
good. But first he needed to get his
nerves back in shape. They all agreed
10 that. Mother had put in a bid for
sea travelin', and the doctor had stood
for a month or so in the Canadian
Rockies. probably at some sanitarium
that gave him a Take-off.
The old man turned EN- both down.
We've tried that sort Of thing too Of
ten" says he. y want him near
enough so that it'll be handy 10 give
bail. Let Shorty McCabe have a try
at him"
And So" says StackpoIe, GRIMM
like il was a great joke. I've come up
TO engage your services for two or
three weeks. Just cancel any other
plans you may nave ILuuE ana con-
slider yourself in my employ. How do
we begin?"
I'VE don't begin" says I.
What do you mean by that?" says
he, stiffenin' up.
IT amt using any code" says I;
''but IL you've got TO have a transla-
ton, here it is: You can buy head
walters, StackpOle, and maybe stage
managers, and you can keep an ex-
In -
scrapes; but you can't buy me. amt
on the market"
Indeed says he. and makes up his
4 lip for the polite kind of assault and
battery he uses on common people that
get in his way. oh. indeed"
That's it," says l. and that'Il be
about all. It's a fine day-outside, and
a lot healthier"
Honest, I amt come so near BLOWN
out both fuses in a long while Piffle
To think that any cigarette-fed pin
head ike that could give me a tenn
perature. I carried a crouch against
myself for hours
Well ! thought I had shunted Stack
pole for good. / hadn't, though About
4;90 that same day, after he'd put up
the shutters on the stock exchange, in
comes old man Norris himself. He's
got face. you know. that's as hard
as a pawn stone, but there was few
soft streaks in II as he talked to me
about StackpOle.
I'm sorry" says I, but it amt anv
use. He wouldn't take orders from me
and just as likely as not he'd say
things that would make me want TO
muss him
Precisely what he needs-to be
mussed." says Morris. And as for
obeyin' orders, I'll fix il so that he can't
DO anything else"
I couldn't see it, though; but the old
man wouldn't let go
IF 1t was only on my own account. ."
SAYS he, II wouldn't bother you with
the young cub I'd cut him adrift and
let him go TO blaZes But there's his
mother. He's breaking her heart"
Say. I can't remember the time when
had a mother myself and l dom
know as I'd have pleased one to death
anyway: but somehow talk like that
always hits me hard.
Wont you let her speak to you a
,,aouent prOfesSor2'' he goes on sShe