The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-07-27

brought him the star and pearl OF all the
world. the youngest and beamifulest
Of
But do not come on Thursday even
| Ing, she had insisted. Perhaps by now
| she would be moving slowly and grace
| fully to the strains OF that waltz, held
closey by West Pointers or city COM
Wuters. while he. who had read In her
| eyes things that had recompensed him
| for ten lost years OF life moped like some
Wild animal In its mountain den. WHY
| should"
I'D Pm T." said the hermit, suddenly.
and threw off his gnnny-sack toga. lie
dragged a dust covered trunk from a
! corner OF the cave. and with difficulty
Wrenched open its lid.
Candles he had in plenty, and tile
| cave was soon aglow. Colchester years
| old in cut-scissors, raZors hats. shoes,
all his discarded attire and belongings.
were dragged ruthlessy from their re-
| mandatory rest and strewn about in
painful disorder
pair OF scissors reduced his beard
; form approximately their office Cut
! ting his own hair was beyond the her
mits skill. So he only combed and
crushed " backward As smoothly as me
| could. Charity forbids us TO consider
| the heartburnings and exertions OF one
so long removed from haberdashery and
society.
At the last the hermit went TO an
inner corner OF his cave and began To
dig In the soft earth with a long iron
spoon Out OF the cavity he thus made
three thousand dollars in bills, tightly
rolled and wrapped In oiled silk. He
was a real hermit, as this may assure
you.
You may take a brief look at him as
he hastens down the little mountain
| side, A long. wrinkled back trock -coat
reached to his calves. White duck trous-
ers. unacauainted with the ,ailors goose.
a pink shirt. white standing collar with
brilliant blue butterfly tie. and buttoned
congress CATERS. But think. sir and
narrow -orimmed straw hat with a Striped
band flowed his hair. Seeing him. with
| all YOUR shrewdness YOU could not have
guessed him. You would have said that
| he played Hamlet-or the tuba-or pin
ochIe-you would never have laid your
hand on your heart and saId "He is
a hermit who lived ten years in a cave
for love Of one lady--to win another
the waters OF the river. Gay lanterns
and frosted electric globes shed a soft
glamour within IT. A hundred ladies
cottages fitted In and about 1t. To the
left Of the dusty roadway down which
the hermit had tramped were the inn
on there, too. The windows were bril-
liantly lighted, and music was playing
music different from the two-steps and
waltzes Of the casino band.
| A negro man wearing a white Jacket
came through the iron gate, with les i'm
mense granite posts and wrought-iron
| lamp holders.
''W7hat Is going on here tonight"
| asked the hermit.
"Well, sah,' said the servitor. 'dey
Is having de reglar Thursday evenin'
dance in de casino. And In de grill
room dere's a beefsteak dinner. san"
The hermit glanced up at the inn on
the hillside whence burst suddenly
triumphant strain OF splendid harmony.
| "And UP there" said he. ''they are
playing Mendelssohn-wha is going on
up there"
up In de Inn" said the dusky one,
| 'dey Is a wedd!n goin on. Mr. Blink
| ley, O. mighty rich man. am marryin'
Miss Trenholme sah-de young lady
who am quite de belle Of de place.
sab"
Copyrighted. 1909, by Harper Bros.)