Show STORIES OF THE CITY The woman must have been about five feet nine and built proportionately She wore a straw hat of the poke style I might have been a fashionable headgear 20 years ago now I was similar t hundreds as ancient but worn every day A large shawl served to keep the moist and cool spring breezes from the upper part of her body In one hand she carried a hymn book church was just outIn the other 1n umbrella in keeping with the headgear head-gear and shawl So much for the woman The husband was several inches lessln stature and couldnt have tipped the beam at more than 120 He had no overcoat his clothes were of ixceedlngly plain material and they must have 1 u uuueae iv iceiu r aJ years ur iiiui St U chin was decorated with a tuft of 1 whiskers The couple was standing at the corner l cor-ner of First South and Main street waiting for a car which was slow In arriving The delay must have offered Just one of the opportunities the ole olrunltes 11 woman had been waiting for She i r < talked incessantly and emphasized her VMf < 3 > t u p words by brandishing her umbrella over the mans head The few passersby J4 Vy passers-by smiled noticed and the passed couple on stopped listened lV liS I l Youll never concern yourself about 1 i anyway said the woman in vinegary A i 1 I vine-gary tones Its always I who have y t to look out for everything and she lifted her hymn book poked the rain protector Into the mud accumulated near the car track and turned wjth O affected disgust away from her better bet-ter half About all you can do is to chew tobacco and eat I do wonder if youll n ver grow to be a man and she turned around facing the little man r who was apparently busying himself d counting the wires on the nearest telegraph m tele-graph pole If I was a man Id try to be a man Heaven knows I have done everything to make you look like other people and what do I get in return Only meanness but then thats a mans way every time I spose there are others like you The little man looked pleased as the car came along The couple entered and soon the observer wended his way down the street thinking how many parallel cases there are In the city There are others and no doubt about i For the benefit of these others the following tale fead before last nights meeting of the Salt Lake branch of the Ancient Order of Henpecked Husbands may be of interest St Peter stood guard at the golden f gate with a solemn mien and an air sedate when up to the top of the golden stair a man and a woman ascended there and applied for admission They came and stood before St Peter so great and good in hopes the city of peace to win and asked St Peter to let them in The woman was tall and lank and thin with a scraggy beardlet I on her chin The man was short and thick and stout his stomach was built so it rounded out His face was Pleasant and all the while he wore a I kindly and genial smile The choirs in the distance the echoes woke and the man kept still while the woman spoke I Oh thou who guardest the gate said she We two come hither beseeching be-seeching thee to let us enter the heavenly land and play our harps with the I angel and Of me St Peter there Is no doubt theres nothing in heaven to I bar me out Ive been to meetings three times a week and almost always Id I rise to speak Ive told the sinners about the day when they should repent their evil way Ive told my neighbors Ive told them all about Adam and I Eve and that awful fall Ive showed them what theyd have to do if theyd pass In with the golden few Ive marked their path of duty clearlaId out I the plan of their whole career Ive talked and talked to em loud and long for my lungs are good and my voice is strong so good St Peter youll clearly see the gate of heaven should be open to me But my old man I I regret to say hasnt walked exactly the narrow way He smokes and swears and grave faults has got and I dont know whether hell pass or not He never would pray with an earnest vim or go to revival or join In the hymn so I had to bear him in sorrow there while I with the chosen united in prayer He ate what the pantry chanced to afford while I in my purity sang to the Lord And I cucumbers were all he got its a tossup whether he deserved them or not But oh St Peter I love him so To the pleasure of heaven please let him go Ive done enough a saint Ive been Wont that atone Cant you let him in By my good gospel I know tis so that the common herds mustfry below but isnt there some way you can see that he may enter whos so dear to me Its a narrow gospel by which I pray but the chosen expect to find some way of coaxing or fooling or bribing you so that their relations can amble through And say St Peter it seems to me this gate isnt kept as it ought to be You ought to stand by that opening there and never sit down in an easy chair I say St Peter my eyes are dimmed but I dont like the way your whiskers are trimmed theyre cut too wide and outward toss theyd look better narrow cut straight across Well we must be going our crowns to win so open St Peter and well pass in St Peter sat and stroked his staff In spite of his office he had to laugh then said with a fiery gleam in his eye Whos tending this gateway you or I And then he arose and stretched out tall and pressed a button upon the wall and said to the boy who went to the bell Escort this lady around to hell I The man stood still a a piece of sione stood sadly gloomily there alone A lifelong settled Idea he had that his wife was good and he was bad He thought as the woman went below that he would certainly have to ga that If she went to the regions dim there wasnt a ghost of a chance for him Slowly he turned by habit bent to follow wherere the woman went St Peter standing on duty there observed that the top of his head was bare He called the husband back and said Friend how long have you been wed why Thirty years with a weary sigh and then he thoughtfully added St Peter was silent his head bent down he raised his head and scratched his crown Then seemlng a different thought to take slowly half to himself him-self he spake Thirty years with that woman there No wonder the mans without any hair Swearing Is wicked smokes not good he smoked and swore I should think he would Thirty years with that tongue so sharp Oh Angel Gabriel give him a hara jeweled harp with a golden string Good sir pass in where the angels sing Gabriel give him a seat alone one with a cushionup near the throne Call up some angels to do their best let him enjoy the music and rest See that on finest ambrosia he feeds hes had about all the hell that he needs I Isnt hardly the thing to do to roast him on earth and eternity too They gave him a harp with golden strings a glittering robe and a pair of wings and he said as he entered the realm of day Well this beats cucumbers anyway And so the scriptures came to pass that the last shall be first and the first shall be last Bat Masterson who is spending a few days in Salt Lake calling on old friends and acquaintances of whom he has quite a number here is one of the most unique characters of which the west can boast and probably more has been written about him some ot d is true and a good deal of it fiction thar of any other man of his class Mr Masterson first distinguished himself him-self in Kansas when that section of the state had the reputationand probably justly so of being the toughest place on this continent and Masterson has the reputation of having arrested and brought to justice more noted criminals crimi-nals than any other officer He was sheriff of the county of which Dodge City is the capital and among famous outlaws which he was directly instrumental In placing behind the bars for many years was the gang which held up and robbed the Topeka and Santa Fe train in 1878 and spread terror abroad by their many deeds of violence He also broke up the noted band of Indians In-dians from Cheyenne who overran part of Kansas on their raids In the wake of which they left a wide swath of blood rapine and all manner of outrages The leaders of the band were captured alive and were the first Indians to be tried in the courts for crimes in the United States Judge Colborn who was then practicing law at Dodge City prosecuted successfully both the Indians and the train robbers For these and many other similar achievements Masterson became the most distinguished officer In the state of Kansas Bat was in the great fight with Indians in 1874 on the North Fork of the Canadian river Texas when 21 white men were attacked by a band of Indians In-dians hundreds strong and the battle which is known as Adobe Walls fight lasted from June 27 to July 12 The whites among whom were Fred Leonard and James Langton of this city were asleep in their adobe houses when attacked at-tacked by the reds and those who survived tell of many deeds of heroism which occurred during the siege A number of the whites were killed and at least 70 or SO of the redskins bit the dust before the band retired I Masterson is not here on any special business but en route to Carson to witness the big prize fight on March 17 He is a dead game sport and has witnessed many fistic encounters In his time He has seen both Corbett ana Fitzsimmons In every fight of any importance either of them has had and is probably a better judge of the qualifications of the two big bruisers than anyone any-one else They are both friends of mine and both thoroughly good fellows said Bat and I would not express an opinion as to which will be the winner Do you think there is any foundation for the belief that Corbett is not In good condition to fight asked the reporter Corbett will be In the best of condition when he steps into the ring Peo pie who dont know him are deceived by his looks He has 0 sallow appearance ap-pearance but that Is nothing against him and Is no indication to his actual condition He runs down when not In training but picks up very quickly when he gets down to real hard training Jim and Fitz dont seem to love each other judging by their talk No but that Is always the way with prize fighters when a ontest is pending They hate each other like poison before the battle but afterwards are the best of friends I will be so in their case like i was with Cor bett and Charley Mitchell Jim is very quick and is probably more scientific than Fitz but Fitz Is a slugger and is not lacking In science either He will force the fighting Do you look for a long fight No I do not and I think those who are expecting 15 20 or more rounds will be badly fooled I would not be surprised to see the contest settled in one round and I dont think there is any probability of it lasting more than three or four rounds < Speaking of Fitzsimmons physique Bafsaid he was a very hard hitter and also had tremendous power in his awkward looking legs > Jim and Fitz said Masterson are the two foremost men In the ring in the world Taken all in all they are pretty evenly matched There is no man in the world whom either of them could not whip In short order but pitted against each other I havent got a cent to bet on either = Masterson is a fine looking man an agreable fluent and very interesting talker and to look at or converse with would never give the impression that he Is one of the most daring and nervy men In the country Charles Murray the laudanum drinker who was brought back to life at police headquarters last Friday is still an inmate of the city jail The cogs of his cerebrum are not yet In trim He has mirages and otner watery substances sub-stances floating in his poor befuddled head His wife appeared on the horizon of his fancy yesterday afternoon and he walked into a brick wall when he attempted to shake her hand Murray can see through and through brick or stone He has the penetrative faculties of Herr Roentgens rays so that solid things are porous In the words of the turnkey who does the chores of the city bedlam he is dead wrong To the prisoners he is a source of Infinite jest They encourage his disorders and talk nonsense to the harmless giant With one blow Murray might lay any one of them at his feet but a su bdued disposition robs the muscles of the modern Sampson of their power Perhaps Murray will go on to Butte to see his wife and children as he promised on the day he came back to life but the perhaps has not much backbone I Murray would confess the truth his pockets are empty and he wanted ta take a long rest last Friday Science would not allow I so he made the best of a bad bargain Now his reason is unseated and the I brldeless lunacy vehicle of his nightmare is straying with him into the lanes oft I of-t > > |