The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-06-15

lnlS morning quotations list tho
price Of rib beef at 6 cents per Clutch
er's) pound, But on the day that Hetty
was released by the B. S. the price
was ~ cents. That fact is what makes
this story possible. Otherwise, the ex
ira 4 cents would have
But the plot of nearly all the GOOD
stories in the world is concerned with
shorts who were unable to cover, SO you
can find no fault with this one.
Hetty mounted with her rib beef to
her $3.50 third floor back. One hot
savory beef stew for supper. night S
good sleep, and she would be fit in the
morning to apply again for the tasks
of Hercules, Joan Of Arc. Una, Job, and
Little Red Riding Hood.
In her room she got the graniteware
stew pan out of the 2x4-foot china-er
Il mean earthenware closet, and began
to dig down In rats nest of paper
bags for the potatoes and onions She
came out with her nose and chin Just a
little sharper pointed.
There was neither a potato nor an
onion Now, what kind Of q beef stew
can you mako out Of simply beef7 You
can make oyster soup without oysters.
turtle soup without turtles, coffee cake
without coffee, but you can u make beef
stew without potatoes and onions.
But rib beef alone, in an emergency
can make an ordinary pine door look
like a wrought iron gambling house por-
tai to the wolf With salt and pepper
and tablespoonful of -four (frst we'll
stirred In little cold water) twill
serve-'tis not so deep as a lobster la
Newburg nor so wide as a church fes.
tlval doughnut; but twill serve.
Hetty took her stew pan to the rear
OF the third floor hall According to
the advertisements of the Vallambrosa
there was running water to be found
there. Between me and you and the
water meter, it only ambled or walked
through the faucets; but technicalities
have DO place here. There was also a
sink where housekeeping roomers often
met to dump their coffee grounds and
glare at one another g kimonos.
At this sink Hetty found girl with
heavy. gold-brown, artistic hair and
plaintiff eyes, washing two large
Irish" potatoes. Hetty knew the
as well as any one not
owning "double hextra-magnifyipg
eyes, could compass it's mysteries. The
timonos were her encyclopedias, her
Who's Whatl' her clearinghouse of
news, of goers and corners. From
rose-pink lSimono edged with Nile green
she had learned that the girl with the
potatoes was miniature painter living
in kind Of attic-or "studio," as
they prefer to call it-on the top floor.
Hetty was not certain in her mind what
a miniature was; but it certainly was
not a house; because house painters, al.
though they wear splashy overalls and
poke ladders in your face on the street.
are known to indulge in riotous pro-
fusion of food at home.
The potato girl was quite slim and
small, and handled her potatoes as an
old bachelor uncle handles a baby who
is cutting teeth. She had dull shoe
maker S knife in her right hand, and
she had begun to peel ono of the po-
ratoes with it.
Hetty addressed her in the punctil-
liously formal tone Of one who intends
to be cbeerfully familiar with you in
the second round.
IfRoo nar6on }, ba o,,J
ting into what's not my business, but
If you peel them potatoes you lose out.
They re new Bermudas. You want to
scrape 'em. Lemme show you.'
She took potato and the knife, and
began to demonstrate.
"Oh, thank you," breathed the
artist. "I didn't know. And I did
hate to see the thick peeling go; it
seemed such a waste. But ! thought
they always had to be peeled. When
you we got only potatoes to eat, the
@say, KID said said fhE Hetty, staying her
knife, "you ain up against it, too,
are youe"
The miniature artist smiled starved
ly.
"I suppose I am. Art-or, at least,
the way I interpret it--doesn It seem
to be much in demand ] have only
these potatoes for my dinner: But
they aren Z so bad boiled aud hot,
with little butter and salt.
"Child, said Hetty, letting a brief
smile soften her rigid features, "fate
has sent you and me together I've
had it handed to me in the neck, too;
but I've got chunk Of meat in my
room as big as lap-dog. And I've
done everything to get potatoes ex-
cept pray for 'em. Let's me and you
bunch our commissary departments. and
make stew Of 'em. Well cook it In
my room. If we only had an onion to
90 in it'll Say, kid; you haven't got
couple of pennies that We slipped down
into the lining of your last winters
sealskin, have you7. 7 could step down
to the corner and get one at old
Giuseppe's stand, A stew without an
onion is worse'n matinee without
candy.p
1iYou may call me Cecilia" said the
artist. "No; T spent my last penny
three days ago.
'fThen we'll have to cut the onion
out instead of slicing il in," said
Hetty. hI'd ask the janitress for one,