The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1909-06-06

kitchen door swung open, and the fra
grant smell of the coffee took posses
sion of the room. aud hoatcd out
through the open open window. As
some one closed the window in his
face, Cyrus followed the other loupgcrs
into the house. The men had all made
stampede for the kitchen: the women
sat on chairs and benches against the
wall, some of them leaning their heads
back YEARLY. while others famed
themselves aud their ncighbors with
vigor, not relaxing for a moment the
somewhat strained Vivacity which they
felt that the occasion demanded. Bat
DAILY S Nelly-no one knew her last
name-sat a little apart from the 9th
ers. She was apparently absorbed in
the contemplation of her pocket hand
kerchief, a piece Of coarse fncry, hirt
ing it across her face IN lieu of the fan
which had Slid to the floor.
Cyrus paused on his way to the
kitchen and observed her closely He
saw the pink of her neck take on a
deeper tinge, and at the same time Bat
DAILY and Jack Burrell brushed past
him and stood before the girl. each of
feriug her a plate on which reposcd
two sandwiches and a section Of Gu
cumber pickle. This was Nelly 5 oppor-
tunity. She shrugged her shoulders.
which, cncascd in red velvctecn, she
lifted and then dropped her eyes, pois-
ing her head FIRST on ore side and then
on the other; she clasped her hands and
wrlnklcd her forehead, Cyrus felt as
though he were watching the capricous
sparks which mark the progress Of a
slow match toward n powder train. Bat
DAILY. meanwhile. stood rooted before
| the girl, while Jack. having possessed
himself Of the fallen fan. met her
coquetry with Establishments of the
most undisguised nature. Al length,
| hcsitatingly, she took DAILY s plate, but
at the same time she moved along on
the bench and offered Jack scat. lie
promptly took It, and DAILY went away
with the calmncss of silently gather
ing thunder cloud. Daily did not dance
| again that night; he Withdrew to the
piazza. where he kept guard at the win
! dow hour after hour Jack danced with
no Que but Nelly, and sat beside her
| trying not to watch DAILY. lie knew
his brother too well to demonstrate with
HIM again by so much as a look,
AS the night wore on, the hilarlty of
| the company increased, nothing dauntcd
| by the sight Of a man lying here and
there under bench, with a tell-taIe
black bottle protruding from his pock'
ct. When the favorite figure of the
"Bird in the Cage was danced, and
and the crow flies M everybody in the
room cried. ''Caw caw,' in excellent
imitation of the sable-hued fowl there
by typiied, and the dancers, conscious
of an admiring public, swung and
sashayed' with increasing yehc
mencc. Toward 3 O'Clock Jack was
again dancing with Days Nelly, and
as the callerout chanted:
Swing that girl. that pretty lttle girl
That girl you left behind you.
he advanced toward her with an all
of mock galantry. At the same mo
ment Bat Daily stalked into the middle
of the set, sombrero planted firmly
on his head. long cowhide whip in
his hand. He seized Nelly by the arm
in n grip that must have hurt her, anc
said. 81 m going home now, yon car
do as you id please, a pistol shot
could not have made half the sensa
tion caused by this breach of etiquette