The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-09-28

Wandering Jew would have seemed a
mere hermit. He had learned every
thing the world could teach him, and
he would tell you about it.
I hate to be reminded Of Pollock S
Course of Time, and SO do you; but every
time L saw Jacks I would think Of the
| poets description Of another poet by the
name Of G. G. Byron who Drank early;
deeply drank-drank draughts that COM
mon millions might have quenched; then
died Of thirst because there was no more
| to drink"
That fitted Jacks, except that instead
Of dying, he came to Paloma. which was
about the same thing. He was e tele-
grapher and station and express agent
at seventy-flve dollars g month. Why
a young man who knew everything and
could do everything was content to serve
IN such an obscure capacity never could
] understand, although he let out hint
once that It was a personal favor To the
| president and stockholders OF the s. P,
! Ry. Co,
Jacks over TO you, He wore bright blue
clothes. yellow shoes and bow tie made
OF the same cloth as his shirt.
My rival No. 2 was Bud Cunningham.
|
ranch near Paloma to assist in compell-
! Ing refractory cattle to keep within the
bounds or decorum and order Bud wa
the only cowboy off the stage that,
wore the sombrero, the chaps and the
| handkerchief tied at the back Of his
| neck.
Twice e week Bud rode in from the
Val Verde ranch TO sup at the Partisan
restaurant. He rode a-many- high hand
ed Kentucky horse at a tremendously
up SO suddenly under the big mesquite
at the corner Of the brush shelter that
| his hoofs would plough canals yards long
in the loan.
! at The restaurant. of course,
! The front room OF the Hinlile house
was as @ neat little parlor as there was
willow rocking chairs, and home-knit
| tides, and albums, and conch shells in
a. row, And a little upright piano in one
Here Jacks and Bud and I-or some
times one or two of us, according to our
good luck-used to sit OF evenings when
the tide Of trade was over. and visit
neen was a girl Of ideas, She was
| be anything higher) than taking In dol
lars all day day through a barbed- wire
! thought, Her looks would haze formed
q career for a less ambitious girl; but
rising superior to mere beauty, she must
salon-the only one in Paloma.
| Don't you think that Shakespeare was
a. great writer?" she would ask. with
brows that the late Ignatius Donnelly,
himself, had he seen It, could scarcely
have saved his Bacon,
Ueen was of the opinion. also, tina,
Boston is more cultured than Chicago
that Rosa Bonheur was one of the great
est OF women painters; that westerners
are more spontaneous and hearted
than Customers: that London must be q
very foggy city, and that California must
be quite lovely in the springtime. And
of many other opinions indicating keep
Ing up with the worlds beet thought.
These, however, were but cleaned from
Ihearsay and evidence; Ileen had theories
OF her own. One. in particular. she dis
eeminated to us. untringly. F'lattery she
speech and action. she declared, We're tn,
chief mental ornaments OF man and WON.
Ian II ever she could like anyone Il
would be for those qualities,
I'm awfully weary she said, on,
evening, when we three rnusketeers o
the mesquite were in the little parlor, 80
having compliments on hon;y.lI my looks paid t.
(Bud Cunningham told me afterwarc
that II was all he could do 10 keep fror.
calling her a liar when She said that
1Im only little middle western
GIRL" went on neen, who. just wants t.
be simple and neat. and tries TO help he
father make humble living"
Old Man Hinkle was shipping a thou
4 Sand silver dollars a month, clear profit
TO bank in San Antonio.
Bud twisted around in his chair ant
bent the rim Of his hat, from which n
4 could never be persuaded to separate
He did not know whether she wantet
J what she said she wanted OF what sh
knew she deserved Many a wiser mai
has hesitated at deciding. Bud decided
"Why-ah. Miss neen, beauty, as yo'
might say, amt everything. Not sayin
that you haven't your share Of goo
looks, J always admired more than any
thing else about you the nice. kind wa,
you treat your ma and pa Anyone what