The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-01-12

bitterly. When anyone passed he held
mis- breath and pretended to be asleep.
lie did not know what he was to do
or where he was to go. Such a calam
lty as this had never entered into his
calculations OF the evils which might
overtake him, and II overwhelmed him
utterly. A policeman touched him with
his nightstick. and spoke TO him kindly
enough, but the boy only backed away
from the man until he was out OF his
reach. and then ran on again. slipping
and stumbling on the ice and snow. He
ran to Christopher street. through
Grenwicn village. and on 10 the wharves
1t was quite late. and he had recov-
cred from his hunger. and only felt q
sick, tired ache at his heart His feet
we're heavy and numb, and he was very
sleepy. People passed him continually,
and doors opened into churches and
Into noisy glaring saloons and crowded
shops, but it did not seem possible TO
him that there could be relief from
any source for the sorrow that had be-
fallen him.
1t seemed too awful, and as impossible
to mend as IL would be to bring the
crushed plaster into shape again. He
considered duly that his uncle would
miss him and wait for him, and that his
anger would increase with every momen,
OF his delay. He felt that he could never
return TO his uncle again.
Then ne came to another park, openlng
into square, with lighted saloons on one
side, and on the other great sheds. with
ships lying beside them, and the electric
tr,f No. xt-l-
against the sIcy. II had ceased showing.
but the air from the river was piercing
and cold. and swept through the wires
overhead with ceaselese moaning.
The nurbness had crept from his feet
up over the whole extent Of his little
body, and he dropped upon a flight OF
steps back OF eailors boarding house
and showed bis hands inside OF mis- jacket
for possible warmth. His fingers touched
the figure he had hidden there and closed
upon II lightly. and then his head dropped
back against the wall and lie fell into a
heavy sleep. The night passed on and
grew colder. and the wind came across
the ice-blocked river with shrllcr. sharp
er blasts. but Guido did not hear It.
"Chucky" Martin. who blacked boots
III front Of the corner saloon in summer
and swept out the bar-room In winter.
came out through the family entrance
and dumped pan OF ashes into the
bank. and then turned into the
house with a shivcr. He saw mass OF
something lying curlcd I'D on the steps
Of the next house, and remembered il
after be had closed the door OF the family
| entrance behind him and showed the pan
under the stove. He decided at last that
| II might be one OF the saloons custom
! ers. or a stray sailor with loose change
| in his pockets. which he would not miss
| when he awoke. SO he went out again.
and picking Guido up. brought him In in
his arms and laid him out on the floor.
| There were over thirty men in the
place; they had been celebrating the
coming OF Christmas; and three OF them
pushed each other out OF The way in
their cagerness to pour bad brandy be-
| tween Guidos teeth. "Chucky" Martin
felt sense Of proprietorshp in Guido.
by right of discovery. and resented this.
pushing them away. and protesting that
the thing to do was TO rub his feet with
snow
4 fat oily chief engineer OF an italian
tramp steamer dropped on his knees be-
| side Guido and beat the boys hands, and
! with unsteady fingers tore open his scarf
and jacket. and as he did this the figure
of the plaster Virgin with her hands
stretched out looked I'D at him from Its
bed on Guido's breast.
Some OF the sailors drew their hands
quickly across their breasts, and others
swore In some alarm, and the barkeepcr