The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-02-07
By S WE LII FO K ID
Copyrighted by the Associated Sunday Magazines incorporated

Of them wavy wiggles. Really, you
know. don't sing at all"
mop" says I. But you're a heart
breaker. Now don't deny it; see it in
your eye. Didn't I watch you putin
the spell on the widow last night? Eli?
How about it?''
What! Herr" gasps Gussie. why
Why never so much as"
"Thatll do, that'll do, Gussie" says
I, winkin' real mysterious. And may
be you didn't fetch her all right. too.
On, you're a slick one, you are, Why
seems to me / heard her tellin' some
one you were the incest, dearest man
she ever met"
That gets Gussie with his mouth open
and his ears strained for more. Truly,
now, Professor McCabe," says he
truly, did-did She"
Did she" says /. IF you had heard
how She But maybe 1 ought not to
give her away like this. She's a real
pippin for her size, though. What2
Don't she remind you Of Maxine Elliot
some?"
With that last shot I leaves him, his
head all in a whirl and his face as
pink as a candle shade. Course, had
no call to guy him that way. and ]
wouldn't have hunted him I'D to do it:
but when he gets in the way, and
there's nothing else handy, 1 couldn't
pass it by.
And it looked like I'd gone straight
from him after the Widow Bill! for not
ten minutes later, as I was out to
the stable watchin' the twins gettin'
their pony cart under way, in IOpes
Wilhelmina herself on a rangy, hard
bitteG hunter that some one has pafued
off on Pinckney for a lady's drivin'
horse. She'd taken the starch out OF
the beast, the Widow Bill had, in a
ten-mile run over soft roads. She
hands him over to a groom all lathered
up and winded; but she strides off as
brisk as If she'd been spendin' the
moTnin in rOekin' chair.
The widows a good buch Of a girl,
you know-about as slim and willowy
as Maggie Cline or May Irwin. No
soft spots about her, either, and I'll
bet most Of that hundred and eighty
Of hers is the red corpuscle kind. She's
got what you might call d sensible
face, especially about the chin and jaw.
No, it wouldn't stop a clock; but Il
might set it back an hour OF so. That's
private, understand? I amt tskin' no
chances on stirrin' up any female that's
qualified for the lady blacksmith
class.
real hearty. handing me a shoulder pat
that felt like stoppin' a brick. "How's
your muscle, Ell? Come on in and III
play you a game Of billiards"
NO, thanks says J. That's too
violent exercise for me. Maybe Angus
tus viii go you one. He's in there"
Huh! Him. says she. half way be-
tween a grUnt and a snort.
And then feels a ticklin IN my fool
ish bone. He'll be terrible glad to
see you back, I guess" says 1.
What" she says. "Thst2 Glad to
see
"SUrest ever" says l. We've just
been taIkin' about you. Ny but YOU
widows do get these boys comm easy
Amt mentioned It to you yet. has ne.
about your lookiu' like Maxine Elliot,
and what a fascinatin' talker you are,
and how"
"McCabe." says she. do you mean
That Gus-er-Mr Rhineiander-has
been saying such
"Sh-h-h,'. says l. Here he contest
Watch himr'
And say. as ne minces by he throws
her the silIiest kind Of grin YOU ever
saw, and hanged if she don't come back
at him with the mate TO it, Why. you
could have hung a wash on that line
ooh, pshsw!" says she. And I in
this muddy old riding rig. L must get
on something decent"
Now, honest, could I help it? Be
sides, ] didn't know they was goiu' to
jump into the affinity business like that
But 1 knows IL can't last long after
they each had a good look at the 9th
er; so I starts off for a tramp, feelin'
easy in my mind. When I shows up
again about luncheon time, though, it's
the sensation Of the minute
Heard the latest?" says Pinckney.
"Gussie and the Widow Bill have hit
it off,
wei, don't stop EN-" says I. 'sThe
giddy thingsr
Most took my appetite away. though.
to see 'em maxim gOo-goO eyes at each
other across the center piece at meal
time, while all the others seems to
think it's the funniest thing ever hap
pensd. Even Madge and Reggie forget
themselves long enough to swap grins
over il.
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