The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-05-01

SIN April, on dark night
beht, gloomy, dismal night
x Bill Connor sat at his desk
!, Sixth precinct station house,
!, out the debris in an open
4s,Vnd chatting between times
Sdie Cogan, the desk sergeant.
package of faded papers at
: connor s attention. He turned
!, ,uments over slowly, and re-
|: you remember the killing over
RfLacroiX 's?' asked Bill as il
hto himself.
: about replied the desk SER
\ Nearly a dozen years ago,
St, Bill-soon after / came 10
,r.inct! As j remember, Papa
Slief who was getting away with
I box"
~ remarked Connor, ''shot and
r,e Teller. who was a French
lie himself. There was some
,ueer about that case. Eddie.
around here knew the dead
! ere was no record of him in
ery, and Lacroix always claimed
a stranger to him. -
say Papa Lacroix never got
quite. commented the desk
sHas never cracked a smile
b a smile" said Bill. "I've
; in to see him every time we
Through Second street for the
years. and I've never seen
lille. He's the saddest.faced
aver saw. But you can't blame
die. If YOU never killed a
,n're no judge of feelings. To
nt you we sent a soul to king
lie. to realize that YOU we taken
i life, and perhaps be haunted
face of a dying man-it must
Ter sort Of feeling, Eddie. -
souIdn It wonder, - was the com
the desk sergeant; and then
Ii turned their minds into the
annels of their own affairs.
Who Was Papa Laeroix?
Tho was Papa LacroiX7 Well,
People s. bank he was entered
>dgers at Antoine LacroiX. He
fort, muscular little man, dark
! dark-haired and dark-eyed.
eaux, where he was born, he
3stened Theophile Antoine Bes-
roiX, which was an cxtraordr
II name, as well as a very diff
e for general usage, and was.
\, reduced by easy stages to
lntoiDe. And over on Second
here you could find him in the
I Of No. 44 at almost any hour
day OF night, you asked tor
.croiX, never for Antoine.
b. A, six doors east of the
7 was the Cafe Francais, and
and twenty years Papa LacroiX
q dangling mis- short legs from
1 stool at the cashiers desk. |
dropped in Of morning for
lait, You paid at the desk To
croix. All midday, after a pate |
lie and n glass of hoch la cote,
| to Papa LacroiX. and in the |
when You had enjoyed a din
isien, you always found Papa |
in his little wire cage at the |
Idy TO receive the price of the
hote.
Papa Lacroix was not busy !
accounts and his cash box, he
lily certain to he cngrossed |
fayorite newspaper, the Btats-
e would think he never walked |
e cafe amouo the small tables
a immaculate white linen, nor
so far away from the desk as
Is little room in the rear, for
I'd always pcrched on the high
" the door.
30 walters. Pierre and Emile,
d and laughed and ioked, or
the omnibus, or called loudly |
lief, but none of these things |
Papa LacroiX; he didn L seem
, for he was very quiet and
ul, very sad at times and lone.
and his own secret sorrows,
: they were, utterly absorbed
An Unhappy Past.
must have been an unhappy
the life Of Papa Lacroix,. per
en- a tragedy, other than the
4 q thief. He had no friend
. boon companions. no init.
a dozen Years since, the girls
bowery music halls bad called
a, with the hope of bringing
to his face; and they had
m papa ever since, and every.