The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-08-31

was going to marry a young farmer
named Dodd-Hiram Dodd-next week.
But it seems that George Brown still
holds the championship in her youth
full fancy. George had creased his
cowhide boots some years ago, and
But he forgot to remember to show up
again at Greenburg, and Hiram got in
as second best choice. But when it
comes to the scratch Ada-her name s
Ada Lowery-saddles her nag and rides
eight miles to the railroad station and
catches the Gas a. m. train for the city
Looking for George, you know-you
understand about women : George
WASH t there, so she wanted him.
We'll, you know, [ couldn t leave
her loose in Wolftownon on the Hudson.
suppose she thought the first person she
inquired of would say: "George
Brownf-why, yes-lemme see-he's
short. man with light blue eyes, ain It
he7 Oh yes, you'll find George on
One Hundred and Twenty-ffth street,
right next to the grocery, He's bill
clerk in a saddle-and-ha store ,
That s about how innocent and beauti-
Long Island water front villages like
Greenburg-a couple Of duck farms for
sport, and CLANS and about nine sum
mer visitors for industries. That the
kind Of place she comes from. But
say-you ought to see her!
"What could I do? l don't know
what money looks like in the morning
And she paid her last cent of pocket
money for her railroad ticket except
quarter, which she had squnndered on
gum-drops She was eating them out
Of a paper bag, I took her to q board
ing-house on Thirty-second street
where l used to live, and hooked her,
She g in soak for dollar That's old
Mother McGinnis's price per day. I'll
show you the house,
What words are these, Trippf" said
I. 81 thought you said you had a
story. Every ferryboat that crosses
| girls from Long Island.'
The premature lines on Tripp's face
| grew deeper. He frowned seriously
from his tangle Of hair. He separated
his hands and emphasized his answer
with one shaking forefuger.
Cant You see," he said, Hwhat a
rattling fine story it would make7 You
could do it fine. All about the romance,
you know, and describe the girl, and
put lot Of stuff In it about true love,
and sling in few stickfuls of funny
misunderstanding the Long islanders
about being green, and, well-you
know how to do It. You ought to get
Sl5 out of 1t, anyhow. And til cost
you only about 81. You II make clear
profit Of Sill"
Glow will it cost me s49" I asked
suspiciously;,
Zone dollar to Mrs. McGinnis, +"
pay the girls fare back home
| And the fourth dimension7D T in.
CURED, making q rapid mental calcula-
| ton.
Zone dollar to me-" said Trim.
"For whisky. Are you ON?
| I smiled enigmatically and spread
my elbows as if to begin writing again.
But this grim. abject, specious, sub
servient, burr-like wreck of man
would not be shaken off. His forehead i
suddenly became shininglv moist.
Don't you see" he said with sort
Of desperate calmness, chat this girl ha s
got to be sent home today-not tonight
thing for her You know, I'm the janitor
and corresponding secretary of the Down
and-Out club. I thought you could make
a newspaper story out OF It and win out
anyhow. don't you see that she's got to
get back home. before night?"
And then ! began to feel that dull.
| leaden, soul-depress!ng sensa ton known
as the sense OF duty. Why should that
sense fall upon one as weight and a
burden? knew that was doomed that
| aay 10 give up the ou!h OF my store OF
| hard wrung coin 10 the relief Of this Ada
| Lowery, But, ] swore to myself tina I
Trips whisky dollar would not be forth
coming. II might play knight-errant at
my expense. but he would Indulge In no
| wasssll afterward. commemorat ting my
weakness and gullibility. In a kind OF
| chilly anger 7 put on my coat and hat.
| Tripp, submissive. crinGing. vainly en-
! deavorIns 10 please. conducted me via the
| street cars 10 the human pswnshop OF
Mother McGinnis, paid the fares. Il
seemed hat the coIlodion- scented Don
| Quixote and the smallest mnted coin
| were strangers
Tripp pulled the bell at the door OF the