The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-01-03

this as a regular cut-up act. I call it
blamed nonsense, enCOuTagin' folks like
the billions to
But there amt any use arguin' with
Pinckney when he's feelin' that way.
He only grins and looks mysterious
We don't have TO hunt for the number
Of the DillinS' fiat house. for there's q
gang of kids on the front steps and
more out i'm the streets gawpin' up at
the lighted windows. We makes a dive
through them and tackles the four
flights, passin' inspection Of the tenants
on the way up. every door bein' Open
Who's comm now sings out
woman from the second floor back
only 4 couple of Whites from the
stores. SAYS a gent in his shirt sleeves,
givin' us the stare.
From other remarks we heard passed,
il was clear that the billions had been
footing this party as something fine and
classy, and that they want making
good. The signs of frost grows palmer
as We gets nearer the scene OF the fes-
Invites All the Dillon family were
! there. right enough, from the youngest
kid up. Old Larry has his face scraped
7 II it shines like a copper stewpan,
and him and Mother Dillon is standin
under a paper green bell hung from
/ hook in the ceiling. 1 could spot Tom
/ under his eyelashes; and there was no
! mistakin lady Kate, the sales person,
with the double row of coronet hair
rolls pinned to the top of her head. Over
/ IN the corner, too, was Sadie, talkin' to
I Father Kelley. But there want any
j great signs Of joy.
The whole party sizes I'D me and
Pinckney as if they was disappointed.
1 can't say what they was lookin' for
/ from US; but whatever it was, we didn't
seem TO fill the bill And Just when the
I gloom is settlin' down the thickest,
/ Mother Dillon begins to sniffie.
Now. mother" says Nora, soothin'
like, remember there's company"
All! bad scran to the lot of yezr'
SAYS the old lady. where is my Alloy
sius2 Where is he, will ye tell me
| that2''
''Divvle take such a womanr' says
old Larry.
Tut, tutl' says Father Kelley.
viii you look at the Bradys now?''
whispers Maggie. hoarselike.
1t want easy guessin' which win
dows in the block was theirs, for every
ledge has pillow on il, and a couple of
pairs of elbows on every pillow: but ]
took it that the Bradys was where they
Was GRIMM widest. You could tell.
though, that the merry laugh was he
ing passed up and down, and it was on
the billions.
And then, as was tryin' to give Sadie
the getaway sign, We hears z deer
honk outside, and I sees folks across
the way stretchin' their necks out In
minute there's a scamperin' in the
halls like a stampede in a synagogue
and we hears the "Ah-h-hs!" COMING
up from below. We all makes a rush
for the front. and rubbers out II see
what is happenin'. BY climbing on a
chair and peekin' over the top Of TIE
lady Hates hair puffs, 1 catches q
glimpse of a big yellow and black
bodied car. with foOtman in a bear
skin coat holdin' open the door.
"O-o-o-Ohl look what's herer' squeals
eight little billions in chorus.
You couldn't blame 'em, either, f I
: the hat that was bein' squeezed through
the door of the car was one Of these
Broadway thrillers, four feet lcross
and covered with as many green ostrich
feathers as you could carry in a clothes
basket. What was under the ttathel
lid we couldn't see. Followin' 1t out OF