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Show eon7) hi\\d j ai i y \\ i \ y A . r <3 —@ fl Journal of Current Vol 1... Literature, Salt NO. Lake City, Utah, October $2.25 20, 1888, Per Year mal WHAT TEE CHIMNEY SANG. srwrreperrerers Over the chimney the night wind sang, And chanted a melody no one knew; . And the woman stopped, and the babe she tossed, -. And thought of the one she had long since lost. And she said, as the teardrops back she forced, “*T hate the wind in the chimney.”’ Over And And ‘Tis the chimney the night wind sang, chanted a melody no one knew; the children said, as they closer drew, some witch that is cleaving the black night through, ‘Tis a fairy trumpet that just they blew, And we fear the wind in the chimney.”’ Over And And Said And And the chimney the night wind sang, chanted a melody no one knew; the man, as he sat on his hearth below, to himself, “It will surely snow, fuel is dear and wages low, I’) stop the leak in the chimney.”’ like to see that little woman tonight, chair for him on the opposite side of the | “What ye want?” “Why, we want our supper!” if it be possible; she must be in a ter- narrow table. By this time the lummix “Oh, yes, I’'d furgot.” [He disappears appeared with two plates and two glasses ribly distressed state of mind.” and later returns with threep lates of “It is possible,Frank—by Jove! I’m go- of water. potatoes and scorched beefsteak.| “Soup’n din’r?” this to Peter. ing to forget myself, sure.” “No, same!” said Brown, and the lum- “What’ll you have to drink?” “Well, I certainly hope you will not. “Coffee for all,’ says Brown, and. the A give-away of that kind if overheard mix floundered back into the kitchen. | lummix once more disappears. would place me in a mighty scaly pre- “Peter, Mr. Dilworth of Chicago.” “T say, Peter,” says Frank after a mo“Ois glad to meet e, Mr. Dilworth. It dicament.”’ pa “T shall try my best; you may depend "pears like I’s seed ye afore, but spect I ment, wouldn’t you like to visit me on that much at least. To see her is haint. Wal, do things suit e in Gush- sometime before I go? I like to talk Weuns thinks her be a foin once in a while with you old veterans.” possible, I think, but not advisable. I inton? “Oi dount know all what yesoi,but Ill want to have a word with the warden place, sir.” will. The lummix eomes in with water and come to see ye, en course Oi before I introduce you. He is straight and perfectly reliable, but very tenac- plate for Peter and bread and butter for Where do ye soi I’s to come?” “Just take this card and call at the Frank and Brown. ious for ceremony. You see?” “Yes, you have a very fine place, but Hotel Gushington at 10’clock tomorrow; “T do. Suppose then we find. some pushed the screen aside Smoke! and walked in. that was all they could see. “HI!” ejaculated Frank. “For boys, you say?” along! you shall see pres“Come ently.” “No, but what sort of a juggler’s den is this, any way?” “T say come along and see!” They made their way slowly through the cloud of tobacco smoke toward the middle of the building where a bar suddenly loomed up through the mist. Behind it were two beer nozzlo-+,a tap latch for the several invention; of “rot-gut,” a pyramid of drinking wlasses and six and a half feet of white apron. Before it were as many boys, ranging from twelve to fifteen years, as could stand side by side, which might have been twenty-five; behind them were as many as could look over their shoulders. Then came a more limited number whose arms being of extra length could reach the counter from the third file. The stratum of cigar stumps and tobacco juice on the floor was not quite over one’s shoetops, but there was a plenty of Over the chimney the night wind sang, And chanted a melody no one knew; But the poet listened and smiled, for he Was man, and woman, and child, all three, And said, ‘It is God’s own harmony, This wind we hear in: the chimney.” ‘—Bret HARTE. it for saloon purposes. Walking on some twenty feet they came upon “the boys.” Perhaps five hundred would cover the number of young Americans, players and = spectators, who had come to absorb enough of hell to do them over Sunday. The noise that mingled in the air, and the nauseating odors that mingled likewise would lead one to believe that every person in the room were smoking, spitting, cursing, singing, drinking and spewing simultaneously. A very few minutes was a sufficient experience for both the visitors and after they had drawn once more the cool, fresh air, Frank took occasion to ask who was a certain well dressed youngster that sat at a dice table in one of the cosy corners. It was a sample from the Lovejoy stock. Who was the one that bawled out whisky for six on several occasions? He LlrPfleaik JOE; OR, ‘ ; Rescued from BY the Law. QUINCY. CHAPTER XXII. - On the west-bound train scheduled for Gushington at 8 o’clock is a person whom we have met before although to behold him tonight the acquaintance would be of small service in identifying him. He is pale and somewhat haggard; his lips are pressed firmly together; his eyes are swollen with unrest, and carry an absent stare much as if the objects that moved about him were the mere projections of his preoccupied brain. He is dressed in a closely fitting country frock suit and his face which three days ago was bare even in the item of a mustache is matted witha short sandy beard which makes him look the image of a Russo-Canadian. His manner is nervous and flighty; and every now and again whilst the train goes jostling along he rises and walks to the door to look if he is almost there. A mysterious eagerness characterizes his manner, and whilst in every endeayor he is seeking not to be seen, everybody in the car has been watching him for hours and wondering who that dreamy fellow can be? As the train draws up at Gushington he stands on the step gripsack in hand ready to leap off the moment it halts. An expectant looking person stands on the platform. He looks sharply at the new comer. “Brown?” says the person in response to his inquisitive stare. “Ay! Dilworth?” “The same!” whereupon the two set out hurriedly up the street together. Turning into the first narrow street they wend their course through as obscure a route as possible toward the City Jail. “Would we better ask a consultation tonight? or wait till morning?” said Dilworth after they had reached a spot where there was no probability of their being overheard. “I should mightily “The Dark Spot Appeared out-of-the-way lunch house. I’m almost starved.” “Right here, sir, is the place you want.” So saying the two “conspirators” turned into a low dismal looking restaurant just before them. “Soup’n din’r?” shouted a lummixy looking boy from the back door before they had time to seat themselves. “Soup’n din’r?” he howled a second time as he shuffled toward them in a gait approximating the gallop of a two-yearold steer. Then with both his paws spread out on the table, and his face within two inches of Frank’s, “I say, soup’n din’r!” “Brown, give him the order? I don’t know what he is talking about!” “Some tenderloin and coffee!” says Brown, no little amused at Frank’s an- noyance. “You see, Dilworth—”Frank nodded his congratulations—“this is a house run upon the “economic” plan. They scrape out their breakfast. plates, and the product when sorted and warmed they call ‘dinner,’ then they scald them out, and name that soup, and unless your onto them you'll get ‘soup and dinner’ every hour in the day.” “T see,” said Frank dryly; at thesame Some Distance Down the Lake, Gliding from what Mr. Brown tells me I should think matters would be under somewhat of a cloud just now,” said Frank feeling his way toward the Lovejoy murder. “Ay, they be that, sir, they be that.” Here the old man’s eyes dropped, and a pause followed. “That eer blest little gall be at bad ends, sir, bad ends.” “Did you know the little girl you speak of, Peter? I have heard many speak of her very favorably, as it seemed to me.” “Ay, sir, her be the foinest gall in the county, sir, her be that.” “And yet she is in jail for murder. ‘How is that, Peter?” : The old gentleman scratched his gray head and sat looking down at the floor for some minutes, then with an impulsive bound from his chair he stood erect before Frank looking him square in the face. “Oi knows what Oi knows, sir. It be not for Oi to soi who killed the gintleman, but Joe be an innocent gall, in the name of God, sir, she be innocent! and Oi knows it.” At this he sunk again into his chair and supported his head meditatively upon his hands. “Brown, what’s the matter with the moment his eye caught the familiar supper?” said Frank, suddenly rememcountenance of Peter Oliver coming bering that almost half an hour ago Brown through the door. “Brown, if you know they had ordered a beefsteak. that old fellow motion him here.” set up a pounding on his plate that soon Brown catching Peter’s eye sat out a called out the lummix aforesaid. Slowly Toward Them.”’ can you do that?” “Oh, yes, sir; yes, sir, I'll be theer.” They have now finished in all but their coffee, waiting till all hope is exhausted they rise to leave, Brown putting the price of the meal in his plate. Lummix at last tumbles in with three cups of black coffee, half of which he spills on himself in his extraordinary effort to get to the table before they are gone which he doesn’t do. “Now, Peter, I shall see you tomorrow, sure?” said Frank by way of a gentle hint to the old gentleman that his company could be dispensed with until that time. 7 “Oi sir, that ye shall, I bid ye good even, sir; and you Mr. Brown.” “Good night, Peter!” say they both and wend their way up the walk. “T’m not much of a hand” says Frank, “for prowling about in dark places except where duty requires it, but suppose we see a little of Gushington by gaslight. You are up, I presume in the countersigns, ete?” too was a Lovejoy. Who was the one that bet and lost the $20.00 on the beer contest of which he himself was one of the participators. That was the heir senior of the wonderful Bartholomew Lovejoy deceased. The visitors walked quietly out. We » “Well,” said Brown, “where next. have more boys in Gushington, would you like to see the rest of them?” “Not to night, thank you.” — “Then how would you like an informal call upon the Gushington elite? You see yonder corner’ marble? There is where the good and the great of our favored city take their ‘regulars.” The Variety Palace was a splendid edifice, six stories of polished marble front with sculptural decorations in profusion! It was the creation of Bartholomew L. deceased, and “Harry Hill’s,” New York, was the model. ™y Frank and his companion walked in through a private door, whence they had access to the numerous departments without passing through any of them. Following up a dimly lighted hall, they came first to the main drinking room,-— a decidedly“respectable resort—” as one would say, and there was a house full of “respectable resorters.” ‘Thaddeus L.’s voice could be heard distinctly above the others. ‘Here’s my bes’ regar’s to Frances. May she never cease love dear—dear Grover I love ’im, love ’im— “Well, not much, but I think sufficiently, now here, for instance, is where Gushington’s small fry bring their dimes to market.” In frqnt of them was an illuminated sign which disclosed the fact that pool could be played there for the super-democratic fee of 5 cents a cue, that cigars were 5 cents a piece, for her sake, G—d bless ’er—I’m a Demthat beer was 5 cents a glass. They -ocrat, gen’lemen, a Democrat, do you \ 3 [ Written for the Western Weekly.] |