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

TO money Mamma is so proud of my
/ sisters. They send her the loveliest pen
wipers and art calendars every Christ
| mas. I'm the only one on the market
now. I'm forbidden 10 look at anyone
| who hasn't money"
/ But began the hermit.
But, oh, said the beautifulest. "oi
| course hermits have great pots of gold
near three great oak trees They al
| have"
Il have not" said the hermit, regret
fully.
think ! must go now"
On, beyond question, she was the
beautifulest.
"Fair lady" began the hermit
Il am BeatriX TrenhoIme-some cal
me Trix" she said. You must come
to the inn to see me"
II haven't been a stones throw from
my cave In ten years" said the hermit
you must come to see me there" she
| repeated. ANY evening except Thurs
day"
The hermit smiled weakly
Good d-bye." she said, gathering the
folds of her pale blue skirt "G shall ex-
pect you. But not OIL Thursday even
Ing, remember"
What an interest it would give 10 the
future menu cards OF the Viewpoint Inn
to have these printed lines added tc
] them: "Only once during the more than
ten years OF his lonely existence did the
mountain hermit leave his famous cave
| That was when he was irresistibly drawn
TO the inh by the destinations Of Miss
BeatriX Trenholme, youngest and most
beautiful Of the celebrated Trenholme
| sisters whose brilliant marriage to
The hermit walked back TO the her
mitage, At the door stood Bob Binlley
| his old friend and companion OF the days
before he had renounced the word--Bob,
| himself arrayed like the orchids Of the
| greenhouse in the summer mans poly
chromatic garb-Roh, the millionaire
with his fat, firm. smooth, shrewd face,
| his diamond rings, sparkling fob chain
older than the hermit. and looked five
years younger
You're Hamp Ellison. In spite Of those
whiskers nd that going-away bathrobe, "
he shouted 81 read about you on the
bin OF fare at the inn. They've run your
biography In between the cheese and
NOT Responsible for Coats and Um.
And ten years, too-geewhilikins!
You're just the same" said the her
NIT. Come in and sit down. SIT or
| that limestone rock over there; It's softer
than the granite
II can't understand It. old man" said
BiuIeey. II can see how You could give
up woman for ten years. but not tel
why you did 1t, Everybody does. Edit
Carr. She Tilted four or five besides you
But you were the only one who tool
recourse TO whisky. the Klondke, poll.
TICS and that smilia snillIbus cure. But
say-Hamp. Edith Carr was just ahou
the finest woman In the word-high.
toned and proud and noble and playing
her ideals 10 win at all kinds OF odds
She certainly was crackerjack."
after / renowned The world, SAID
the hermit az never heard OF her again
"She married me-" said BinlS!ey.
The hermit leaned against the wooder
walls of his ante-cave and wriggled his
toes.
II know how you feel about It," sait
| Binkley. What else could she do? There
We're four sisters and her mother and ole
man Carr-you remember how he pu
all tho money he had into dirigible bal
down and nothing going up with em
as you might say. I was worth a million
then, but I've run II up since to be
tween FIVE and six II wasn't me she
wanted as much as--well it was abou
like this. She had that bunch hel
hands. and they had TO be taken care
OF, Edith married me two months afte,
thought she liked me. too. at the time.
And now?' inquired the recluse.
Were better friends than ever now
She got a divorce from me two years ago
lust incompatbility. / didn't put IN any
defense. Well. well. well. Hamp this Il
certainly Fl funny dugout you've built
here. But you always were hero ot
very one TO strike Edlths fancy. Maybe
You did-Gbut it's the bank roll tha
catches 'em, my boy-your caves and
whiskers won't do It, Honestly, Hamp
dcp't you think you've beCn a darned
Hool?"
The hermit smiled behind his tangled
lpeard. He was and always had been