The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-10-05

"'I conquered 'em, spectacularly, ,
goes, on King Shane, and then | went
at 'em with economical politics., law,
sleight -of.hand and kind of New
England ethics and parsimony. Every
Sunday, or as near as | can guess at
it, I preach to 'em in the council house
I'm the counciD, on the law OF sup
ply and demand. l praise supply and
knock demand | use the same text
every time. You wouldn't think, W..
D., says Shane, that / had poetry in
me, would youY
Well says I, I wouldn u know
whether TO call it poetry or not.
% Tennyson, says Shane, furnishes
the poetic gospel | preach. / always
considered him the boss poet. Here s
the way the text goes:
HFor, not to admire, if a man could
learn it, were more
Than to walk all day like n Sultan Of
old in garden of splce,'
you see, teach 'em to cut out
demand-that supply is the main thing,
l teach 'em not TO desire anything be-
yond their simplest needs. A little
brought up from the coast-that' Is all
they want to make 'em happy. I've
got 'em we'll trained. They make their
own clothes and hats out of yege
table fibre and straw, and they re q
contented lot. It's a great thing,
winds up Shane, 'to have made peo-
pie happy by the incultivation of such
simple Institutions
dwell, the next day, with the
Kings permission, | has the McClin-
took open up n couple Of sacks Of my
goods in the little plaza of the village.
The Indians swarmed around by the
hundred and looked the bargain coun
ter over. ] shook red blankets at 'em,
flashed finger rings and ear-bobs,
tried pearl necklaces and side-combs
on the women, and line of red hos.
iery on the men. Twas no use. They
looked on like hungry craven images,
but I never made n sale. ] asked Nc
Clintock what was the trouble, Mac
yawned three or four times, rolled a
cigarette, made one or two confidential
side remarks to a mule, and then con
descended to inform me that the peo-
pie had no money.
"Just then up strolls King Patrick,
big and red and royal as usual, with
the gold chain over his chest and his
cigar in front of him.
F." How s business, ". D.H' he asks.
I" Fine says 1. Its bargain
day rush. I've, got one more line of
IN try EN- with safety razors. I've
got two gross that I bought at fire
sale
"Shane laughs till some kind of
mameluke or private secretary he car
ries with him has to hold him up.
$50 my sainted Aunt Jerushah
says he Amt you one of the Babes
in the Goods. W, DE- Don't YOU know
that no Indians ever shaver They
pull out their wbiskers instead
| se Wall I Chat = INC W hof
these razors would do for 'em-they
wouldn I have any kick coming II they
used 'em once
H'Shane went away, and could hear
him laughing block, if there had been
anv block
d Tell 'cm, SAYS I to McClintock
1T ain t money ] want--tell 'em II,
'em sixteen dollars an ounce for it in
trade. That 5 what m ont for
"'Mac interprots, and you'd have
charged the crowd to disperse it
Every uncle S nephew and aunt s niece
of em faded away inside Of two min
utes
"At the royal palace that night me
and the king talked it over.
o. They We got the dust hid on,
somewhere, says |, or they wouldn Z
have been so sensitive about it,
'''They haven T., says Shane
WHAT this gag YOU We got about
gold You been reading Edward Allcr
Poe? They ain got any gold,
" They put it in quills. says |, 'ant
then they empty 1t in Jars. and ther
into sacks OF twenty-five pounds each
got il straight.
..'W. D., saws Shane. laughing anC
chewing his cigar, Il don 7 often sec
u white man. and | feel like putting
YOU on. don Z think YOU II get
away from here alive. anyhow, so l N
going TO tell YOU, Come over here.
''lle draws aside silk fiber curtain
in n corner of the room and shows m,
| n pile OF buckskin sacks.
Forty of 'em, says Shane. con,
arroba in each one. In round numbers
$500, 600 worth of gold dust vou sc,
there. It's all mine. II belongs tC
the Grand Yacuma. They bring it al
to me. Two hundred and twenty thou
sand dollars-think Of that, you glass
bead peddler,' says Shane-'apd al
mine.