The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-03-09

write letters for him. thereby twistin'
the tail of a sleepin' lion.
''Oh, no. He hain't never learnt his
lesson, but he's in a fair way to get a
lib'ral eddication inside O. fifteen min
utes FIN the time he comes in that door
That's p'vidin' he comes"
As if wrought to a frenzy by the
thought of what he would do, the old
man seized his bungstarter again. and
began srehearsing a furious combat
His activity was wonderful and his
fury seemed almost demoniacal, so that
Blaisdell was moved to remark:
Looks kind O. bad FIR Brother Bill
Pears like he'd do well to go down the
river stead O. coming here"
Just at this moment Sam Pearsail en-
tered the saloon and looked at Green
hut in great surprise. He said moth
ing, however, till the old man paused
almost out of breath. Then he said:
Il never knowed you had a brother
Greenhut."
Il hain't," shouted the old man. q
hain't had no brother FIR thirty odd
year
We'll" says Sam, there's d yap w
to the hotel says he's your brother
He's comm down here soon's he en-
break away I'm the bar. He sure is q
good drinker. They say he's been drink
in steady since yesterday mornin, an
he's as sober as a preacher now"
Sounds like that mought be Bill.
said Old Man Greenhut, but all further
doubt was dispelled by the immediate
appearance of teh man himself.
"Howdy, Eb? Let's all liquor" he
said genially, striding toward the bar.
Old man Greenhut's friends, who
were watching him in the full expecta-
ton Of hi lNzriTl on n
some clever bungstarter work, thought
for a moment that they were not going
to be disappointed. His eyes CLEANED
at sight of the long lost brother, whom
he undoubtedly recognized, and the
CLEAN was not one of brotherly love
His breath came quickly. His arms
stiffened and the bungstarter was part
" raised. Yet at the sound of the new
cOmer's first words, a direct suggestion
of trade and consequent profit to the
house, the old man paused and seemed
to be debating some question in his
mind.
For a moment his friends wondered
but when brother Bill slammed a ten
dollar gold piece on the bar, saying
Lessee how fur that'n CO." they Won
dered no more
The old mans eyes frightened with
the unholy light of avarice and he put
away his bungstarter and went behind
the bar, muttering, Business fust. This
here matter o. justifiabie murder CT
be tended to any old time, but pears
like it's a Christian duty to gather VI
| the fragments. like the Good BoOl
says, when the IN lynn round under the
| fingers o diligence.
Then he set out a glass for each mar
present, not forgetting one for himself
and stood a bottle on the bar, frs
carefully depositing the gold piece in hi:
till.
well, Eb, how do you find things?'
asked Brother Bill, when they had fin
| ished the first drink and were pouring
out the second.
He was a jOvial looking desperate
this new-found relative some ten year:
younger than the proprietor of the sa-
| loon. and Of same powerful build. There
was also a noticeable likeness in tbs
two faces
There is things / hain't never found,
replied the old man. "One on ems th'
wad you robbed me of in Greenville."
| Il remember said Brother Bill
| laughing You was arays a hard
| loser, Eb. We played a freezeout, f
amt mistook, an 1 took two or three
hundred off en- you. But, lord, what's
/ that? l wouldn't call that robbery
| Eb. That amt no nice word