The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-01-17
MINING-sDlT0RIAL

him. Maybe YOU remember SOME VI tllS
cafe scraps ne figured in, or the big d
vorce trial he was mixed up with.
Flick" and Handsome George" the
papers used to call him, and the last 1
knew was that he'd married Denver
widow with all kinds Of dough Just
now he's bendin' down over the wreck
to see how bad she's damaged
rs il a case Of ali day." says I.
Looks So says he. This is fine
mess for me"
"Oh, you can get bail" says l. ct
want your fault, 1 guess. And maybe
she amt hurt so bad, after all
He was taking another look, when the
lady lush opens her eyes. She stares
hard at him for a minute, his face bein'
within two feet of hers, and then she
gasps.
''Flickl' says she. ooh, you've come
back, haven't you, Flick"
Handsome George starts as though
some enc had jabbed a knife into him.
He stares down at the booty face ard
pushes back the stringy hair. She's
sober enough now, and it was easy to
see she'd been good locker in her day.
Mr.. Flick Borden seems to have a rlsh
Of memory to the head
''NellieT says he, husky like. Your
Sure says she, what's left of me.
I'm hurt bad, though. It's my back and
head. But I don't care. so long as you're
here. Well make it ali up; won't we?'
Accordin' TO rule, this was the time
for him to bat his brow and heave in
few. Me Cords for here's a clear
case of past that needs the disinfect-
in fluid, bObbin' up at the wrong time,
Just like it does I'm the melodramas.
But he don't seem to know the lines.
Sorry 1 hit you, old girl" says he:
Nbuf Won tracked RIGHT into tho
chine"
oh! It was your bubble. was it?"
says Nellie. Never mind. You won't
leave me again; Ell. Flick? You won't,
Will your"
''Why-why-hang it all, Nell" says
he, don't you know? I'm married"
Straight and proper?'' says she.
Yes" says he. Tim not the sort
of man I was when-wben-"
4 see" says Nellie I'm different
too, only I've gone the other way
down the tobOggan. Guess I've struck
bottom. It's time, though. Give me a
grip on your hand; VIII you? That's it,
Flick. Good old FIickr'
Say, that kind Of conversation was
gettin' too tender and personal TO listen
| to comfortable. I feels a lump gather
/ in in my throat.
Hadn't I better ring up an ambu-
/ idlGes says l..
"As quick as you can" says Flick.
| Course, there amt a copper in sight,
| though I runs three blocks lOokin' for
one; but finds drug store open and
/ gets a hospital on the phone When I
/ tells 'em it's a private ward case they
| says they'll send the ding wagon on the
jump.
The view I sees there in the hallway
as comes back was one to make the
| gallery howl at Bowery thriller. Flick
| Borden has shed his thousand-dollar
| coat to wrap the wreck in; and there he
/ is, in his evenin' clothes, kneelin' down
on the dirty floor and ,holdin' her paw:
while Lambert, with his eyes bUgged
and his face sickly gTeenish white,
is leanin' I'D against the wall.
1 gets into the picture, and then we
waits for the ambulance, doin' nothin'
much but listen TO the hard time Nellie
| was having tTyin' to breathe. Course,
the foxy thing for me and Lambert to
/ do was slide out: but I don't feel like
comm the sneak on Flick Borden when
he's likely TO be Up against it any
minute. As for Lambert, he seems too
dazed to move.
! Probably it want more'n ten OF If
teen minutes; but it dTags like so many
hours before we hears the gong. I goes
out and 'beckons the young doc. to hop
of the wagon and come in. The three
of US stands one side while ne goes over
/ Nellie with his fingers and runs across
the place where the skulls cracked.
shes all in" says he. Won't last
long enough to get her on a cot. What
did it2"
why" says Flick. startin' 20 speak
! up, you see, /"
'Cut it outg' says Nellie, proppin' her
Z IL a.H--ra
there. 7 was loaded, and-and I fell
against the curb, see2 Cracked my nut,
did 1? Well. II did it all myself.
Good-good radiance, eh?"
And that was Neliie's finish. She
slumps after that. makes q wild grab
for Flick's hand gets it, and Cashes in
easy, just about a minute before the
copper shows up. When the ambulance
surgeon explains to Mr.. officer how II
was a cuTbstone jag accident, nobody
disputes him. Nor we don't kick any
when were all ordered out
Here, your says the cop, as we
starts off. whose fur coat2"
Hers" says Flick. See that It goes
with her too"
Then, as we gets out into the air,
he turns to me. "McCabe." SAYS he
I'm much obliged. You saw how It
was,-one I'd known and all that2 I
acted rather yellow, I suppose. but"
and he mods at the woman waitin' in
the toUrin' car.
ooh, I've seen worse" says I. you
didn't show up so bad"
Thanks, old man." says he, givin'
me the grip. Thanks. Good night"
and with that he runs out to the bubble,
jumps in, and starts off up the avenue.
Come, Lambert" says /. It's get
tin along towards three e. m. III pilot
you back to the hotel"
I But say, I had a job Of it. His knees
are so wabbly he can hardly walk until
we can pick up nighthawk cab. and
all the way To the Reggie he acts like
a man in fit. Even after I've helped
him out he's tremblin' all over.
tOh. OH he grOans. 1T was awful,
awful
What That?" says /. Where does
your scientific view come in2 How
about the animal instincts and"
PLEASE don'tw he whispers "TI
never think of human beings in that
way again. Never.'
'SO?' says I. Here's your eIeva-
tor. Pleasant dreams, Lambert" and
! s1ovpz him in