The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-08-09

Hearin that brought the whole thing
back, for the papers printed pages
about the Daweses: rakin' up every
thing, from the time Fletcher run
grocery store and lodgin' house out to
Butte, and Maria helped him sell flour
and canned goods, besides maxim beds,
and jugglin' pans, and takin' in washin'
on the side: to the day Fletcher
euchered a prosDector out of the mine
that gave him his start.
you were satisfied with the terms of
the settlement. when it was made,
says Mr.. Dawes.
u know" says she; but l didn't
think how badly l should miss BERTHE.
That is an awful big house over there,
and / am getting to be an old woman
! now. Fletcher"
Yes, you are" says he, his mouth
corners liftin' a little. But Berries in
school, where he ought to be. and
where he is going to stay. Anything
more?"
l looks at Maria. Her upper lip was
wabblin' some. but that's all. mo,
Fletcher" says she Il shall go now"
She was just about startin', when
there's music on the other side of the
draperies. 1t sounds like Corson was
having his troubles with another fe
male. Only this one had a voice like
a brass cornet, and she was usin' it, too.
why can't / go in there?" says she.
I'D like to know why! Eth, what's
that? A woman in there?"
And in she comes. She was pippin,
all right. AS she yanks back the cur
tain and rushes in she looks about as
friendly as a spotted leopard that's been
stirred up with an elephant hook: but
when she sizes up the comp'ny that's
present she cools off and lets go of a
laugh that gives us an ivry display
worth SEEM.
"Oh. Fletchy, who's the old one?"
says she.
Say, | expect Dawes has run into
some mighty worryin' scenes before
now. havin' been indicted once or twice
and so on. but I'll bet he never bucked
up against the equal of this before. He
opens his mouth a couple of times, but
there don't seems to be any language
on tap. The missus was ready. though.
Maria Dawes is my name, my dear"
says she.
Maria says the other one. lookin
some staggered. "Why-why, then you
you're Number Oner'
Maria mods her head.
Then Fletcher gets his tongue out of
tangle. Maria" says he, this is my
wife Maize"
Yes" says Maria, as gentle as a
summer night. II thought this must be
Maize. You're very young and pretty,
aren't you? | suppose you so about a
lot? But you must be careful of
Fletcher. He always was foolish about
staying up too late. and eating things
that hurt him. | used to have to warn
him against black coffee and welsh rab-
bits. He will eat them. and then he
has one of his bad spells. Fletcher is
fifty-six now. you know, and"
Maria" says Mr.. Dawes, his face
the color of boiled beet, that's
enough of this foolishness! Here, Cor
son. Show this lady outr'
Yes. I was just going, Fletcher"
says she.
"Good-by, Maria!' sings out Maize,
and then lets out another of her So
prano ha-ha's. holdin her sides like she
was tickled to death. Maybe it was
funny to her: it want to Fletcher.
Come. McCabe," says he; well get
to work"
Say. | can hold in about so long, and
then I've got to blow off or else bust
cylinder head. I'd had about enough of
this Come. McCabe" business. too.
Say, Fletchy." says /. don't be in
any grand rush. l amt so anxious to
take you on as you seem to think
Whats that?" he splits out.
You keep your ears open long
enough and you'll hear it ALL" says 1;
for ! was gettin' hotter m hotter un-
der the necktie. Il just want to say
that I've worked UP a crouch against