The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1910-04-03
RY KENNETH HARRIS.

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1.-The affable gentleman in the new
black wool hat. having treated the box
stove circle to cigars, left the store to
greet, effusively, a venerable farmer
who was hitching his mules on the
other side of the street.
Right clever Teller, BIN, amt he?"
commented Eben Baxter, with a grin
that showed his yellow teeth.
''Turr'ble nice man" agreed Sol Ba-
ker. ''Nothin' uppish about him:
Friendly an agreeable as anybody
ever see-specially when his times
about out Takes sech a intrust in
teller. Amt that SOP"
u dunno so much about that" re-
piled Old Man SOmarindyck, who was
the person addressed. Seems to me he
might have set up a gimlet with these
yeTe see-gars; l CANT skassly get the
smoke through But, then, l reckon
Rufe's to blame more for that than
BIN is Well. them as want office kin
have it for all o me. / wouldn't go
aroun soft-soapin' everybody, not if
they was to make me preserdent of the
United States. Too hard work"
1T is to sOme," agreed Washington
Hancock. Then, again, there's some
that nd jest as soon be perlite as not,
an mebbe sooner. I'm some that-a-
way myself an SOS Rufe here. Rufe
don't carry it to extremes Ike settin'
up the see-gars, but he'll be a friend
to anybuddy-less'n they're plum bust
ed an don't never expect to be any
thin else, an then there amt no sense
encOuragin' 'em to come around. If q
mans plum busted, you kin take it, nine
times outen ten he's trifiin' an shift
less"
4 reckon it's all right for a Teller TO
he MI rt al ne : no
don't halter strain his back" remarked
Baxter
The Case of "How" Trumbe.
That's the way I look at it," agreed
Hancock. I've known fellers at would
strain their backs, but most gin'rally
they'd git you off alone after awhile an
tell you at some O. their friends wanted
'em TO run for county treasurer an
what would you think about it?
How Trumble wasn't like that,
though. He was perlite an agreeable on
princerple. He made up his mind that
ever buddy, man, woman an child, was
a-going to be a friend of his, an he
done mighty well, considerin'. You
couldn't have made a stranger b'lieve
at How wasn't runnin for suthin'
First off, he had a smile that he'd
practised with till he got it jest right
jest maxim it little more so when be
spoke TO anybody. Then he had the
kind o handshake that goes with that
v'riety O. smile, an a soft, sweet voice
an a laugh that come easy.
He wasn't one o. them idjits that
agrees with ever buddy, no matter
what they say, but he'd agree with Y
right smart, an he'd put any op'sit
views in sech way that you'd be glad
he had 'em. He made pint O. know
in ever'buddy an their families down
TO the last baby an the dog, an he
DIDN'T miss a weddin' or a fun'ral in
twenty years.
He dressed plain, SOS nobuddy
wouldn't think he was putin on airs,
an ned put his name to any subscrip-
ton list that come along. no matter
what It was for. He tended meetin'
regular, but he'd take a drink when he
felt like it an he pitched a good game
o. horseshoes.
He Was EVer'buddy's Friend.
He was ever'buddy's friend. sure
enough. was How He'd stop an gas
with d. ]. Shenk, the old hum who
sweep out PoOle's saloon an cleaned the
cuspidors. When he went along the
street it was 'Howdy, Bill" Howdy.