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Show THE BEE T1I1C Wlivr Toms man, had just left some understood )ou, as von wrote, but that didnt think it would look letters, Tom had j ts been for a gallop jut right. But vuu shouldnt NEW TENANT. 1 1IM1 hKThll THK IKK (.LASS. I The mirror could hear the horses hoofs plugging on the asphalt pavement and stopping at the door. Then Tom entered, pulled off his gloves and picked one square, white envelope o it of the lot with an exclamation of surprise, lie read it through twice; ami then it was that the pier glass trembled for the young in I he French pier gl is in Turn's had iiflectid nmy interc'ding amt unique scenes during its place in that young mans It had bachelor apartment. grown quite accustomed to breik-fas- t ia the afierno n and suppers at sumise and, since a pretty English g.iutvgirl had thieatcnrd it cl selv with the toe of Iter satin had luckily slipper, which caret; ted against the chandelier instead, there was very little that could disturb its polished repose. But of all odd and unusual happenings there had been none so disconcerting as that which t witnessed one beautiful afternoon in early summer, when Tom came home suddenly and made ehios of what had been serenity and calm. It is quite true that Tom had not been himself lor some time. He returned earlier of mornings and he spent periods of deep thought, smoking, before turning in. Supper parties were only occasional now, and there was a complete absence of the feminine guests who had formerly made these occasions so exhilarating, for the pier glass had once helped to furnish the boudoir of a naughty French Countess, the still memory of whose love thrilled its slender frame whenever a pretty womans eyes were reflected in its depths. The fact is, Tom was moping-Thea friendly triplex mirror in had tilted itself the dressing-rooso that the pier glass could see a (lining-roo- m n m photograph reflectd ed among the brushes and bottles. The picture was that of a wide-eyegirl in a shirt waist and sailor hat a costume not much in favor with the ladies whose photographed features ornamented the mirror newly-frame- d silver-mounte- d the pari:. mans sanity. First he looked at the clock, then at his watch, then he took off his coat, rang for Haskins, and began to do things as though he were mad. lie swept all the pretty photographs of the mantels and the sideboard into a scrap basket. Even the rhinestone lady Then he put went with the rest. all the decanters out of sight and began to strew books around. Some of the novels he shoved into the basket with the pink sporting papers and the photos. Then he actually removed some of the pictures from f the walls one them, a "Nymphs and Cupid, that the mirror specially admired, f ir it French origin. recognized the S it in slippers that had ornamented the smoking-table- , poker chips and visiting curds were consigned to the general debris and Haskins carried out the basket as though it were a coffin. Soon Haskins came back with a lot of flowers white lilacs, roses, marguerites and pansies and put them aroun in the bowls and vases until the place smelled like a florists shop The pier glass wondered what awful thing was going to happen. It knew that peaple sometimes moved, but thev did not decorate, their flats, as though for a party, before they went. Suddenly the terrible thought came to the mirror that Tom was going to sublet All this floral the apartment. display was to impress the new vellow-eovere- d 0 have got angry at that. I think 1 was very good to forgive you for came to inviting me. Suppose call upon you at five with mother, will ou give us some tea and will you believe that I want to be friends again: Haskins put the letter back just as Tom entered, looking very clean ami happy. He bad put on bis most gorgeous tie and had brushed his h.tir down until it shone. As Haskins went out, softly, he looked at the clock and lit the lump under the kettle. With a start Tom took the The New Grand Bar. Everything First-Clas- s. 1 Lemps and Salt Lake Beer on Draught. ,oj 5TATE STREET. eo Danncnfelzcr, John A. Peter, I 1 r0Prelor. LUNCH ROOMS In Connection sailor hatted girls photograph fr.wle Koi ms lor Ladies. from the dressing-tabland polish-eit carefully with his handk it Entrance 104 fb. 2ni South. chief. He placed it in three dif-- l ferent positions on the mantel e d fore he seemed satisfied with its location. Then he leaned his head upon his clasped hands, anil, had it been anyone else but Tom, the miiror would have sworn he YOU DRINK was praying. BEER? Just then an odd little figure appeared on the rug at his feet, The Salt Lake Brewing Company b it be didn't seem to see it. It was a winged baby with a bow and arr.w under his arm, and the pier glass at once recognized the original of the little god in the French picture that lorn had taken from the wall. A haze came our the mirrors surface and it sighed softly as the cloJc chimed me hour. This then, was h. the new tenant Topics; ! makes the best and mot some in the market wholc- - Fine Ex- port bottled goods for family use. Telephone n. Cl!' I.I-.N- , 1 7. President, JaCoi vownz idem anJ (kncr.il Manager Vice-Pr- o 1 SALT LAKE BUSINESS COLLEGE, Established in 1889. An practical day and evening school for both sexes. Private instruction for backward up-to-dat- e, students. No Vacations. Rates Reasonaole. Visitors Welcome. mantels of the flat. The pier glass Call. or Write for Information. sailor-hatte- d the did not fancy tenant. Tom was dressing now, and a girl as much as it did a dashing, smiling face under a tilted jet sound of much splashing and PRIVATE DINING ROOMS WE MAKE A SPECIALTY OF Napoleon that was mounted in soft whistling came from the room BANQUETS AND PARTIES. in which Haskins disappeared Rhinestones, on the piano. This particular afternoon the every once in a while with some air was filled with the sweet clothes. He 'looked quite as odors' of shrubbery and freshly mystified as the pier glass felt. sprinkled earth, coming in through Suddenly his eye caught the latAND GRILL ROOM. the gayly awninged windows, ter where Tom had thrown it, and which looked out over the park, he stood so that the writing was Positively the finest cafe between Chicago and San P'rancisco bright with flashing carriages and reflected in the mirror. As he bicycles that shone against the turned the last page these wrords, MATT GOLLINSON, Proprietor. tender green of the landscape. A in a clear, schoolgirlish hand, piano organ was playing some- came into view: 155 MAIN STREET, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH. I of refused bowl a to to in and come When the street where TELEPHONE 559roses glowed on the polished ma- luncheon with you that day at hogany table, where Haskins your home it was not that I mis-- UMaitft - 1 Mt |