The Evening standard. [volume] (Ogden City, Utah) 1910-1913, 1910-10-08

that glance up at that hotel any time will 1 can
generally hnd him the lookout, an mauyS tho
time I've stole in an put on fayorytc apron o his
with blue bows OF II, when we'd be alone, an
nobody TO remark about me brcakin my
IN. Dear me, how full of b'oyancy he was-a reg
ular boy thirty-hve when he passed away"
Was 1t any wonder that her friends exchanged
glauccs while Mrs. Morris entertained them in SO
droll way Still time passed and she not only
frightened IN the light OF her deusion, but pro-
ceedcd 10 the conditions of her own lie by
opening 4 small shop in her home, and when she
exhibited wholesome sense OF proht and loss, her
neighbors quite ready TO accept her terms
OF mental responsibility.
With occupation and 4 modest success, emo
tional disturbance surely giving place TO
even calm. when, day something happened
Mrs. Morris sat behind her counter, sorting
tions, puss asleep beside her, when she heard the
swish OF thin silk with breath of familiar perfume.
and. looking up, whom did she sec but the blond
lady OF her troubled dreams strding bodily up 10
the counter, smiling as she swishcd
At the sight the good woman first to her
feet, and then as suddenly dropped-hopped-
brcathless and whte-backward-and had to be
revived thatfor the space OF some minutes things
happened very fast-that IS il We may believe the
Hurried testimony OF the blonde, who in going
1t, two hours later had more than to stop for
breath.
We'll, say she painted Did YOU ever Such
4 turn as took hcr | hadn't no moro n stepped
in the door when she succumbcd green the
Gangcs, into her cgg-basket-an' it full An
she was the o hoppin back into the prunin
SciZZOr, points Wncn scrambled over the COun-
ter. brcaku my straight-front i'll two. which she's
welcome to- poor thing Then | loaned her my
smellin salts, which she held her breath against
until it got to be i case OF smell or die an she
Snclt! Then it was case OF temporary Spasms for
a minute. the salts spillin out her face but
when the accident evaporatcd, an She opened her
eyes, rational, thought to myself, Maybe she
don't know she's keeled an would be Inundated If
she did,, so | acted callouss an | says, ofhand like
says, pusnin her apron around behind her over IFS
5ice VerSG. SOS to cover up the eggs which
H. "a t.ral-. fzysg ef4-T s,,
Just called in Mis- Morris, to borry your recipe
for angel-cakc-- maybe get you to bake one Tor
us G knew she baked on orders)- An with that
what does she do but go again limp wet
starch, down an through every egg III that basket
solid an fluid
well. by this timc, who had her at
her first worst an. run for doctor he come IN
with three, an whilst they were bowin' to each
other an backing / Civ cr stimulus an directly
she turned upon me ono rememberable gaze. an
she says, Doctors says she, would you think
they'd have the gall TO try to get me to cook Tor
en-? They've ordered angelica An with that
over she toPpled again, no pulse nor nothing same
While the blonde talked she busted herself with
her loosely falling locks, which she tried vainly to
AN yet you say she amt classed as crazy I'd
say 1t OF her surc An so old Morris is dead
burned in that old hotel Well, WE'LL Poor old
fellow! Dear old placcl What times I've hadH'
She spoke through i mouthfu OF gilt halr-pms
and her voice was as an EoI'an harp
An he burned IN tan she's widow yeti
Yes | did hear therc'd been a hre. but you never
tell thought the chimney might j burned
out-an l was in the thick OF BEN engaged TO the
night clerk at the Smgn Needles Hotel at Pine
VILE at the tmc-an' there's regular mail there.
] thought the story might be exaggerated oh no,
| didn't marry the night clerk. I'm bride now.
married to the head steward, same rank as poor
old Morrs-an' were Just as happy ! used to
pleg Morris about her hair. but I'd have 10 let up
that now. Mines rcd again hers. No. not
my hair-iIcS hlir. It's as red as iianncn drawer.
every bit an gram
"But, say" she added. presently when she gets
better. just tell her mind about that recipe.
copied it ont OF her recipe book whilst she was
under the weather, an dropped dime III her cash
drawer recollect how old Morris used to look
forward TO her angcl-cakcs week ends he'd be goin
home an you know there's nothin like hating'
ammunition. in marriage even ii you need it.
Mines in that frame OF mind that transforms
my gingerbread into auge-cake, but the time may
come when I'll have TO beat my eggs 10 fluff even
for augel-cake SOS not to have 1t taste like ginger
bread to him
"Oh no he's not with me this trip just run
down for lark TO show my folks my ring an
things. an let EN- it's really so. lie gives me
considerable jewelry His Firsts taste run that
way. and they amt children,
"YeS. this amethyst is tho weddlnring selected
that account OF him beiu' widowcr. It's the
nearest I'd come to wearn' second mournn for
woman / can't exactly grieve after. The year not
bcin' up is why he stayed home this trip. He didn't
like to be traverSin the same old haunts with
Another till 1t gVus up. wouldn't wait because tell
tho truth, was afraid. He amt like married man
with about money yet an its liable to seize HIM
any day He might say that he couldn't afford the
trip, or that VIC couldn't. which would amount TO the
same thing. I rather liked him beiu' little tickliSh
about going around with me for a while. It's ono
thing do thing an anothcr~to be brazen about
tit
But If she don't get bettcr"-the reversion was to
the Widow Morris-"if she don't get her mind, poor
thiugl there's hrc insane asylum just out OF Pine
Vile an I'd like the best in the world to look out
for her IL would make excuse for me to go IN
They say they have high cd times there. Some
days they let the inmates do most any old thing
that's harmless They give EN- unpoisonouS
paints an let EN- paint each other up one man
insisted he was a barber-pole an ringed himself
accordingly an then another chased him around TOR
stick OF peppermint candy. Think OF all that IN
side close fence, an town so dull an news
hungry
yes, they say Thursday IS paint days, an. of
course, Fridays they arc scrub days. They pass
,vCo