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

land troubled Prank, he said at
last, g do you know ANYTHING about this
person they call Bat Daly?''
| smiled at the seriousness Of the
tone in which the question was put.
"I know him slightly. Cy." respond
ed, "and ii wouldn' 4 surprise me ii
had to know him better in all official
capacity one OF these ire days. He
n trouble maker, is Mr.. Bat DAILY, and
rather celebrated for HIS willingness TO
start shooting racket on very small
provocation, But if you arc worrying
about Jack paving attention to his girl,
my advice to you is TO forget il. Jack
! is quite well able 10 look after himself,
| and anything YOU can say or do
wouldn t be likely to help matters
any Remember this ism t tho East and
YOU re not exactly on TO the ropes yet.
It's different with Jack. He's not a
tenderfoot and has bncked against Just
as tough material as Bal DAILY in his
| time. -
! Cyrus shook his head despondingly,
/ but made no further comment. The
! caller out WAS shoutin promenade
all-you know where. - The seats were
broken up, and Jack with his best
manner was leading his partner TO a
scat The face had vanished from
the window. Bat DAILY was strding
across the room, and now "lanted him.
self in front of the offending pair,
90 You We got 10 come with me-,
Nelly he growlcd.
Pray, don t mention II, cried
Jack. relinquishing the girl 10 DAILY
with mocling reverence.
! Struggling her shoulders and pout
/ ing. Nelly moved away with her cap
! tor: not. however without n parting
! glance over her shoulder at Jack. The
/ latter walked over To where Cyrus
| and | were sitting.
. L.. Il a.
{ dance with that girl again
| And why not?'
''You woudn I ask if YOU had seen
; that ruffian's face al the window
watching You.
! "'Didn't ! see it, though." laughed
! Jack. and Cyrus glanced dcspairlugly
/ at me knowing that he had blundercd,
/ lust as | had warned him. A new
| caller-out had taken the floor, and was
shouting seventeen TO twenty-four,
! get on the floor and dance.
The pauses are snort at a ranch
/ dance, for each man, having right
! in only one dance our of three or four,
I is eager for his turn. The women in
/ this particular occasion might have
| been glad OF n rest, for there were
only ten Of them to satisfy the de
mands of all the men, and steady dan
/ cling from 8 o'clock TO 3 is no light
task. Nevertheless. each one rose with
! sufficient alacrity in response 10 the
polite inquiry, t'W,ll YOU assist me
with this dance7'' and in a few min
! utes the same many colored gowns and
much befrl2z!ed heads which had di
versified the last sets were lending
luster to the present dance. Neither
Bat DAILY nor Jack BurrclI was included
/ this time among those admonished to
"get on the floor and dance and
nj tn
outside where a group Of men were
! louuging and smoking. He strolled
over TO the group of bron"hos. in sad
/ die or harness. standing hitched TO the
! fence. and pushed in among them, pat
ting their heads, or righting the blank
cts Of the few that were fortunate
enough TO have such luxurles. He felt
as though he should like TO enter into
confidential relations with them. They
| seemed, somehow, more Of his own Kind
! than the rough, jostling, pugnacious be-
J ings passing themselves off as men and
! brothers within there, lie poked about
| from one 70 the other OF the sturdy
! plushcoated little beasts. till he came
| 10 a great white horse harnessed TO
a sulky. and looking like a giant in
contrast with the scrubbv broncos. The
amiability which is supposed to wait
upon generous proportions proved 10 be
! a characteristic Of this equine Goliath
J for at Cyrus approach he cooked his
ears and turned his head with marked
friendliness. Cyrus looked across the
creature S rough neck 10 the firm, strong
outlines of the range showing clearly
in the moonlight He WIS unable 10
throw of the weight that oppressed
him. There was no shirking the truth.
lie was deadly afraid Of Bat DAILY: the
sight of that lowering face al the win
dow caused in him a horrible physical
shrinking; the dread of an underlined
mischief brewing rested upon his spirit
like n nightmare.
"Grcat heavens, What a coward
am, he groaned aloud.
The white horse rubbed his velvet
nose in mute sympathy against the
mans shoulder; but there was no So
lace that the white horse could give.
Cyrus leaned against the friendly
neck, and set his teeth hard together
flooding his soul with bitterness. If
Cyrus Burrell had not adored his twin
brother. he would have hated him
hated him for possessing that one
quality Of rash courage beside which
every other virtue seemed mean and
worthless Presently he found him
self looking in Mt the window again,
Bat DAILY and his Nelly were sitting
side by side in sulfy silence, The
fddles had fallen info n more senti,
mental strain; hints Of "The Mocking
Bird" might be heard struggling for
utterance in the strings. In this am
bitious attempt the pitch would get
lower and lower, and then recover itself
with a queer falsetto effect.
Harry Mangles. the crack bronchc
buster of the region, was caller.out
this time. He was less inventive thar
the curly headed boy, but he gave out
his commands in the same chanting
measure, and tho tramp, tramp of Tho
| feet was as rhythmic as ever, Tho
. curly headed boy was having his turr
, at the dance. "assisted' by salow
middle-aged woman in brown wooler
dress, who made frequent dashes into
the room adjoining to quiet her baby
In his effort not to look at Bat DAILY
Cyrus attention had become vague
and scattered, He fixed his eyes upor
| an elderly man Of an anxious counte
nance, with shock Of tow-coorcd hal,
sticking out straight in all directions
$ The man was having some difficulty il
d. i stpprlnC his mariner thrOuOh nm int RI