The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-03-28

sport a shepherd plaid suit with a cap
to match: but I'd like to have the back
of my coat collar fit like his once With
his natty little whangee stick and his
gray castor gloves, you could spot Og-
den for the real thing as far as you
could see him.
Rememberin' what Sadie saws. I
makes a stab at bein' sociable 'Howdy,
Mr.. Beverley" says I, shown out the
open palm. Coin to hit up the fir
blossom ozone at the camp for few
days, 1 hear
"Ah-er-beg pardon?'' says he, givin'
me the absent-minded stare. "Oh! It's
you, is it, McCabe? Charmed, I'm
suah!" and with that he pivots for an
other. lap towards the other end of the
Pullman, leavin' me to shake hands
with myself.
Now that was done polite and refined,
want it? Sounded a heap better'n
sayin' "Ah, go chase yourselfI" didn't
it? But say, it meant just the same
Charmed, I'm suah!" Say, I'm goin' to
practice that, and if I can only work
up the weary look in the eyes and the
side lines along the nose that goes with
it, can insult my best friends with
out their bein' able to get in come
back
But that's only one OF Ogden's little
ways. He's got whole list of others
that it would be hard to describe, and
any of 'em has the same cheerin' eff
feet on me as walkin' under a cold
shower by mistake, For why? Well.
that's fuTther'n 1 ever got. Course, 1
admit that me and Ogden amt in the
same class. He was wearin' attached
cuffs and carryin' a checkbook when
was still in the celluloid collar stage
and grabbin' off ten-dollar purses at
amateur nights. By the time I'd learned
enough about pictures to quit askin'
was they real hand-painted, Ogden was
speakin' of BotticeIli as though they'd
worked in the same shop.
l heard him tellin' once about how
he put in a whole year over among the
smoked Arabs, just buyin' a rug. He's
an expert, too, on such things as old
platters, and antique chairs, and them
green stone bugs they find wrapped up
with mummies. ICES parlor broke and
table trained down to a fine point He's
one of the sort they call on to mix the
salad dressin', or build powdered su-
gar bonfire on the rum omelet. Maybe
1 could learn them tricks. too, if
tried; but up to now about the limit of
my dinin' room education is how to
chop butter into a boiled egg without
maxim a noise like a boardin' house.
Not that Ogden's got q corner on all
the refinement and culture / ever heard
Of; but he makes you feel 1t more'n
the others do-wears iC on the outside,
you know. And the way / affect him
must be something awful to bear.
never knew just how rough / did grind
on his nerves until we left the train at
PauPs and got all tuoked into the
Fish's big bubble headed for camp
Ogden had picked Up Miss DRESSER
on the train, and while I was lookin'
around for the maid. he'd slowed him.
self and her-away on the back seat 1
spots a meek lookin' female in black
starin' around kind of helpless on the
platform; but 1 want sure whether
she was a maid or not. Anyway, she
says she's bound for the San Susie, so
Tugs her bag over and opens the ton
neau door Ogden gives her the quick
size-up and frOwns so you could lay a
pencil between his eyebrows.
Really" says he, half to Miss Dress
Ter. 4 wonder if we are expected to"
"Oh, mayn't l ride in front, please,
speaks up the young woman in black.
You have our permission, I'm suah,
cuts in ogden, so cute that Miss Dress
Ter has to choke down a giggle.
That leaves me one of the turn down
seats in the corner, and as I'd met Miss
Dressler two or three times before. We
had the scene set for a nice chatty
time of it Butsthat amt exactly what
occurs. Ogden gives her just time
enough to say howdy to me, and then
he goes on talkin' about some art eX-