The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-04-25
BY RICHARD wAsHeURN CHILD.

stenographer. said. He was getting fiji
teen dollars a week, and l guess it
looked as if there'd be lot more letter
writing and fifteen dollars for a good
many more Saturdays before there'd be
any jingle of wedding bells, as they say.
THAT Friday had been a whale for
heat-One of those July days that makes
the tongue of everything hang out. man
and dog-a day when there amt but a
speck of wind, and that gasps like it
was suffering from the heat, too. And
the evenings weren't much cooler,
either. You couldn't stay indoors. and
going to bed was misery. / was sit
ting on the dOOrsteps in my shirt
sleeves. listening TO the rattle of the
dishes my wife was washing. and about
a million crickets squeaking and tOot-
ing in the grass. when I seen somebody
scratching gravel up the road. 1t was
Ed Brooks.
He sauntered in the gate. and as I'd
thought he was a kind Of unSociable fell
Ter I was as surprised as if it had been
a talking horse. He was putting up a
sort of bluff at being careless and easy,
but I could tell by his breathing he had
hot-footed it up over the hill. and he
kept his hands moving like some one
who's got ten pounds of thinking on
their minds.
"How's how?" says he. sitting down.
land, by the way, when do we get paid
off?'''
Tomorrow" says 7. land well you
know it
That's a fact" he says, so we do.
II must take a lot Of money to fill
everybody's envelope"
Just short two thousand" / says,
wondering a bit TO myself.
That's lot of stuff. isn't It. Jim /?
Where does it come from? How do they
send it," he says, kind OF careless.
Why, they send it up from the bank
at the Junction by the express COM
pany." says ]. 1T comes up Saturday
morning on the first train, except once
in a while il comes up Friday nights,
and the boss locks it up in the safe"
Friday nights says he sharp, put
ting his blue eyes on me. Did you ever
see how il looks when it comes ?"
OF course I didn't know much about
him. and he had me full Of suspicion by
his words, but I couldn't see any use in
lying to him. Sure" says I. 1T comes
in a wooden box wrapped with paper
and sealed.
''The foolr yeIls Ed, the blamed
muttr'
Anybody who'd seen the look on his
face would know well enough ne
weren't crazy. It was nonsense to me,
but I could see il meant something to
him, all right, and I jumped UP.
Jim" says he, IN put YOU wise to
this business. About half-past five this
afternoon 1 was coming up from the
sole-leather room and I was walking by
the partition that separates the Office
from the factory. and I thought I'd
look in and see if the boss was there.
There's a knothole in one Of the boards.
see2 Well. I took a squint. like a kid
on the outside of the baseball grounds.
Well. the boss weren't there, but Grace
Dolan was playing Sweet Saturday
Night on the typewriter. and I see
Teller pull a wooden box that had paper
and seals on il out Of the closet and
swap it for another box just like il, that
was sittin' on the top OF the iron safe,
and then the boss comes in, and he puts
the fake box into the safe and locks it
up for the night
1T weren't Atwater?" I shouts
Yes. Atwater." he says. soft and
looking around cautious. Il didn't
know whether there was anything
doing at first But tonight when /
found he'd hired a team and driven out
an the south road. I knsy he'd dropped