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Show 0 12 TUP: SALT LAKE TIMES. SATURDAY FEBRUARY 28. 1891 1 T THE CHICAGO ADDITION TO SALT LAKE ! " AnN. We don't claim we are selling you property at ff f v. J, J, ALTER, half its value; lor CHICAGO ADDITION at a fair I S - price is as good as gold dollars; and you would be I hj g suspicious of a person who would offer you a 520 J I v g Y gold piece for 10; and that same suspicion arises D B y in our mind when a man says he can sell us a lot CfQ I for one-hal- f its value. 1 Ij .f Yt?n: I LOTS. I 1 1 ff$4flfll1k 23 W, 2nd So, - J, C. DOBBINS, UU!f 3 ish A Lots in the CHICAGO ADDITION at 5400 each U X. 8 are a good buy. Remember, we are only 2 Blocks C ff 8 from Liberty Park, and have Rapid Transit assured XC f I 1 2 by next June. SsC if xx. EL i pCj That we are this side of Perkins' Addition where - ; 1 f I V q 1 Mr. G. L. Chamberlin & Co. have let the contract Salt Lake City. 7 - ! j for so many nice modern homes. Ss- - f 8 W THE CHICAGO ADDITION TO SALT LAKE CITY ! j ATTORNEYS, EHIPAED GEOVE & SHEPAED, LAWYERS ROOMS AND 60 WASATCH Salt Lake City, WILLIAM CONDON. IAWYER, ROOM3 FIRST FLOOR First South, between Mala and Commercial streets. 0.W.P0WEE3, OPPOSITE CTJI ATTORNEY-AT-LAW- , becond South street. PLATING. NOVELTY MANUF AOTURING 00.. Ci OLD, SILVER AND NICKEL PLATIN1 by the Dynamo Process. All kinds ot repairing done with neatness and dispatoo, kht uauN Bnos, 61 K 3d bouta. RESTAURANTS. LUNOH COUNTER. 'pHE NICI-.S- LUNCH, SANDWICHES, 1 beef tea. fragrant coffee, Jersey milk, pas-try, hot soda, at Wasatch. Elevator Lobby. Business man try It. J l 8ANDBEEG FUENITUEE CO., MANUFACTURERS AND DEALERS r S'hool Doslia, Screen doors and Wludnws. Jobbing and re- - SalrinKpromptly attended to. lus and IIU W. b us Je s s DIRECTORY. ARCHITECT. PEED A. HALE, (LATl Of DINVBR.) ARCHITFrT OF COMMF.HCIAL BLOCK uu, Wasatch building. F. M. DLMEE. PKOURESS BUILDING. C. H. LaBELLH, ARCHITECT. 73 WKST SF.COND SOUTH Lake City. I am prepared to furninh all manner of plans lu the most, im-proved style of architecture, such as churches, opera houses, hutelH, banking houses, private residences and business blocks of any descrip-tion. Uest of references given as to my stand-ing GKOCERIKS. FEED 0. LYNGBEEG, STAPLE AND FANCY OKOCERIF.a PRO. Fruit, Vegetables, Poultry, Flsft, Game, etc. 63 east First South street. Tele-phoned. CL If. HANSEN, DfALKR in choice fancy groceries Grain, Coal and Kindling Wood, corner Third South and Btate street. EOGERS 4 COMPANY, THE LEADING GKOCER3, 45EA3T FIRST street. INSURANCE. Loins hyams &ooT FIRE, LIFE AND ACCIDENT. MTJTTJAt, of New York. 614 and 616 Progress Block. I'LUMIUNO. P. J. KORAN, STEAM HEATING ENGINEER, 351 MAIN MONEY TO LOAN. bait Lake City. 1 WATTEE3, BROKER, 31 E FIRST SOUTH STREET Deseret National Bank, Bait Lake City. Makes loans on Watches. Diamonds and Jewelry; rents collected; railroad tlokeis bought and sold: business ccnndeutlal. Es-tablished IWA All unredeemed pledges sold at To f low rates. HEAL ESTATE AND LOANS. BURTON, GEOESBEOK & 00., REAL ESTATE, NO. 9W MAIN 8TREET Lake City, Utah. Notary In offloe Telephone 4. MONEY WANTED. IF YOtT DESIRE A GOOD LOAN PLACED real estate, call on 3. F. Spencer, IM7 Main street. THE SYNDICATE INVESTMENT 00., REAL ESTATE, ROOM 1, OVER BANKOF Lake. luTestments for especialty. PHYSICIANS. DBS. FEEEMAN 4 BUEROWS, P'YE, EAR, NOSE, THROAT. SPECTA accurately fitted. Rooms 17 and li Scott-Autrbs- building. STENOGRAPHY. F. E. McQUEEIN, OFFICIAL STENOGRAPHER; ALL KINDS aud Typewriting. Dealer in Remington Typewriter and supplies: Progress ullilllik,'. Mrsio MAGNUS OLSON. TEACHER OF VIOLIN, GUITAR AND Olson's orchestra and brass band. Residence, H6 M street, 81st ward. Leave orders at any of the music stores, or at Sharp A Younger' Palace drug store. TAILORS. W. A, TAYL0E, MERCHANT TAILOR. NEW SPRING arrived. 43 aud46 east Seoond buutb street. Salt Lake City. R, S. BRADLEY, Escpert Steticgnapliei- - All klndt of Shorthand and Typewritlwr. Calls for Dictation promptly attended to. Room X, Budding. lying in his steamer chair. She ran right to him, threw both arms about his neck and publicly kissed him on the lips. "Collio dear!" she said passionately. "But, dear old fellow, you look real done no, and I expected to find you bo much better." Better? He must have been sick, then, when he came down. ' "Well, sweetheart," ho replied, laugh-ing, "I have been mending slowly but surely till yesterday, when I had to do a little work aboard a boat and" "Aboard a boat! Now, dear, yon know the doctor said you were not to exert yourself, and when you sail a boat you always" "But we got caught in a squall and the captain well, perhaps these young ladies will explain. Let me introduce you all to my fiancee." And then the whole crew of them figuratively got rijiht clown on their knees and worshiped Der AlteClmperon. It isn't much of a story, is it? But then it has a moral. Two, maybe. W. J. Henderson in New York Times, 'Because' I can't enjoy the breoze," he answered. 'It's too strong for you, I suppose," said Sybil, with a touch of scorn. "Yes, much too strong." "Makes you chilly." "Yes, makes me chilly." "Might siHiil your complexion." "My what?" "Your complexion." "Didn't know I had any." "You're as white and pink ns a baby." "That's true, but I don't think that's much of a complexion for a man, you know." "Neither do I. I should think you'd get a littlo sunburn on you just from shame." Collie laughed. He seemed to be im-mensely amused. He had a funny way of being amused at things that didn't amuse other people. It was jolly for him, but it made the other people angry. "If you're going to laugh at my con-versation I'm going back to the the girls," exclaimed Sybil, Ppringing up the steps. Collie laughed some more. Then he stretched himself on the cabin locker and laughed again. Next he closed his eyes and Riniled. A minute later he was Bound asleep. All the women came down and looked at him half an hour later. He didn't seem much to look at. He had deep lines under his eyes when he slept, and a worn appearance. Yet they all lixiked at him and despised him. He just slept on and didn't mind it. "Valuable person to have on a yacht-ing excursion, isn't he?" whispered Ethel, with a genuine growl in her pretty voice. "If I had a thing like that for a husband I'd but I'd never have one." 'Let's go on deck. I do believe it's fallen dead calm," said Mrs. Bisbee. So it had. The Clover's mast was plumb perpendicular. So were her main-sail and her jib. The water looked like molasses. And it was seething hot. The skipper said there wad going to be a eipiall, and sent the one 6ailor, a boy, aloft to furl the topsail. The skipper was right. There was going to be a srmall. Big blue black clouds were pil-ing up in the northwest. Lightning filnved (..round their lower edges. The her uncle," said Harold Beaver, who had Jast come up. There was a general biting of lips. "Haven't seen her for three years," he continued, "and" "Ah! Perhaps she has faded!" ex-claimed Ethel. "The dusky browns don't fade mnch," said Harold. "No," said Mrs. Bisbee. "I saw her in a box at the Metropolitan last win-ter, and she was radiant." "Why, she doesn't belong in New York," Sybil said. "No, Baltimore," responded Harold. "I don't seo what she wants to come away up here for," grumbled Ethel spitefully. "What's the matter with Chesapeake hay?" "Well, she's coming next week," said Mrs. Bisliee, moving away with Harold. "I had a letter froru her mother today." "I hope she'll like him," said Ethel, looking scornfully at Collie in his steam-er chair. "That will not do any good," answered Gertie; "the other men will all like her." "Of course," said Sybil; "we're not worth two millions, any of ns." "And we're not dusky browns," snap- - ped Ethel, caressing a stray raven lock; " 'all cream and coax.' Humph!" "But she's a lovely girl," sighed Ger-- tie; "or she was two years ago. I haven't! met her since then. I was at Caie May. You can't help liking her." j "Oh, yes. I can, and I will," decided Ethel as they rose to go down to the water. The day before this paragon of heir-- 1 esses was expected Phil Partridge in- - vited all hands t go sailing on his sloop. And then he got a telegram which com-- pclled him to go to the city. But he in-sisted ou their going sailing just the same. His sailing; master would take them, mid they could invite Der xVlto Chaperon to go along as his substitute. That made them langh. But they got Collie out of his steamer chair and took him along just the same. Of course, he went right down into the cabin and pre-pared to go to sleep. , "Bless my soul!" exclaimed Mrs. B'3-be- "that's a littlo too had. The only man in the party. I wouldn't stand ic, girls." ' wearing a yachting suit. All the other follows wore them, because it was a yachting port upon tho sound, and pretty much every one went in for sailing, which was about all there was to do at the place. Collie went sailing once or twice when some generous fellow took pity on him and invited him. Then the women laughed at him more, and in strange German called him Der Alte Chaperon the Old Chaperon because he always went down into tho cabin, stretched himself on a locker and fell asleep. They said he was afraid the spray would spoil his complexion. Colhe didn't seem to know that he was being laughed at. If he did know it ho did not mind it. He never said anything, but went on reading novels. German novels, too; and he read them in tho original. It was most exaspera-- 1 ting. What business had a man at a gay, active summer resort to wear nautical toggery, have a skin like a queen's baby and read German novels? Once some i one said to him: "Come and play a game of billiards." "Thank you," he replied, "it's a littlo too much for me you know." He certainly was a fool and a lazy one, too. They tried him on several things, but he lay in the steamer chair and read German. And there were at least six beautiful girls in tho hotel. And every one of them had been piqued into trying to interest him. But he just staid in the steamer chair and read Ger-man, or went to sleep in the cabin of the yacht. He didn't get seasick. They remem-bered that after he was gouo, as one of his good qualities. They had him out one day when i t blew fresh and there was a lively sea on, but he went to sleep like a rocked infant. Ho certainly was the most torpid man that ever lived. "Never mind," said Mrs. Bisbee one morning, "Miss Silvers is coming here next week. Perhaps she'll wake him op." "You don't mean Mattie Silvers, do you?" exclaimed Gertie Greer. "Yes, I do." "Oh. dear!" And Gertie's mouth went down at the comers. "What's the matter with Mattie Sil- - vers?" inquired Ethel Brisket. Collie pulled off his coat. There was a rod spot in each of his cheeks. "What's he going to do?" inquired Gertie, awestruck. "Lord knows I'm glad to see him do anything," said EtheL "Hard down upon your helm!" ex-claimed Der Alto Chaperon. "Mrs. Bisbee, you and Miss Sybil please hold the wheel there a minute. Now, lad, main sheet; in with it!" Collie and the boy j;ot the main boom trimmed flat as tho yacht came up into the wind. The jib flapped madly. "Right your helm!" cried Collie. "The boy obeyed the order. "Keep your head to it," was his next order. Then Collie sprang forward and slack-ed the jib halyards, unbent tho sheet, slid out on the bowsprit, which was plunging into tho young seas like a crazy porpJise, reefed the jib, camo back, bent on the sheet and hoisted away again, while the women huddled in the cockpit like petrified mummies. "Now let her blow," said Collie ns he went aft, put on his coat and took the wheel. "(Jet the captain below," said he to the boy, "and give him a good horn of brandy. He's coming to." The boy dragged the skipper down-- ' stairs, the women all following in silence ' to see if they could do anything. Sybil Vane asked tho boy when they were bo-lo- w whether he hadn't better go up and sail tho yacht. "Guess not," said the boy. "That feller don't need no help. I can see that without a telensenp." The boy's judgment appeared to be right. It was blowing great guns. But-- : the Clover was riding like a canrasback duck. Collio looked very composed at the wheel. Tho girl stared up the com-panion way at him. Hp seemed to bo enjoying it. The captain recovered his senses presently and hurried on deck, "Go below and lie down, captain," said Collie; "your head must be rattling like a locker of shot in a gale." The captain looked surprised. "Who reefed the jib?" he asked. "I did," said Collio, humoring her neatly with the helm. The captain watched him do it. Then he went below and stretched himself on Collie's favorite lockev "That man's the best ainateur sailor I ever saw," he said. j The women looked at one another and heaved long sighs of relief. "That useless thing apears to be some good after all," said Mrs. Bisbee to Ethel. "Hum!" said Ethel. Collie sailed the Clover back to her anchorage off the hotel after the squall, j They all went ashore and he immediate- - ly retired to his room and was seen no more until the next day. . About noon he was discovered in the steamer chair with an unusually formidable German novel. They Rtirronnded him and began to thank him for bringing them in safe-ly. He didn't seem to pay much atten-tion to them. Just kept listening for something down the road. Presently tl 4 hotel stage came rattling tip from the station. "Here she is," said Mrs. Bisbeo, beck-oning the girls. And they all deserted their preserver to see the beautiful heir-ess. She was beautiful. There was no mistaking that The girls groaned in-wardly. She came airily up the steps, her brown eyes aflame with expectation, bhe caught sight of Der Alto Chaperon. "Oh, nothing," answered Gertie, de-jectedly; "only I was at a place where she was once." "Well, what of it?" demanded Sybil Vane, that tall, white girl, you remem-ber. "Well," sighed Gertie, "every man in the house dropped right down at her feet." "Oh, my! is bha bo very wonderful?' asked Ethel. skipper said it would not be a bad squall. The trover would stand it under jib and mainsail. It came along in a few min- - ntes. Yon could see it strike the water over near the Connecticut shore. It ' made the surface six shades darker. The rirls had their rubber goods on, but the skipper said it would not rain. How-ever, they had hoard skippers say that before. The squall came bounding over the sound. Then, they never knew how it hap- - pened.but the boom gave a terrific jump right across the yacht. It hit the skip-per on the head and knocked him sense-less. The next moment he was halfway over the lee rail with seven Bhrieking women pulling at him. The yacht was pretty nearly on her beam ends and the sailor boy was paralyzed. Then Collie Beattie walked np out of the cabin rubbing his eyes. "Did some one scream?" he asked. "Oh, look at that useless thing!" cried Ethel, tugging at the leg of the skip-per's trousers. . Whereupon Collio woke tip. He brushed the women aside like so many flies and pulled the pkipper into the cockpit. Then he let go the jib sht'et, and the yacht righted partly. "Here, my lad," he called to tho hoy, "take the wheel." Tho boy obeyed, and "Man!" exclaimed Ethel. "Call that pudding faced gelatine a man! Lord forgive us." "Oh, I say, Ethel," remonstrated Ger-tie, "you ought not to talk like that." "Don't say 'ought' to me. I'm tired of doing what I ought to do." Ethel was 26 and her skin was growing yellow under her eyes. "Go down into the cabin and keep Der Alte Chaperon awake," suggested Sybil. "Do it yourself." "Not such a bad idea," said Sybil, slipping down the companionway. Collie Beattie was not asleep yet. Ho sat up and stared as the tall, white girl came lelow. "Awfully good of yon, you know," he mnnnnred. "Oh, it's not so very good; but what do you mean?" "I mean your coming down here to keep me awake." Sybil turned just a trifle pink under the ears. Had ho been listening to their conversation on deck? It must have edi-fied him, she thought. "I came down to keep myself awake," she said hastily, and then added, incon-sistently, "Why don't yon go on deck and enjoy tho breeze?" "Oh, nothing much, replied Gertie; "juit the most beautiful woman I crer saw, and with two littla millions in her own right." There was a painful silence and all the young women looked glum. Gertie was not a girl to be sneezed at, and she used her mirror. Her dejection was om-inous. The girls gazed anxiously at Mrs. Bistiee. "I don't want to be disagreeable," she said smoothly, 'but I'm afraid it's true." "What's her style?" asked Sybil. "Brown," replied Mrs. Bisbee, bcntcn- - tiously. "Brown?" "Yes; burnt sienna. Burnt sienna hair and eyes, dusky pink cheeks, dusky crimson lips, silk plush complexion all cream aud coax aud two millions from PER ALTE CHAPERON. They all thought he wns a fool; bnt then thoy often make mistakes like that. Kangaroos can't jump liko women when the women are jumping nt conclusions. You see, the trouble was that Col lis Beattie Collio they called him when they wanted to be funny did not havo much to say. Ho used to lie about the hotel veranda in a big steamer chair and read novels. He woi-- e a yachting suit end cap and a silk shirt. Ho did not look a bit snlt, because the skin of his face was aswhitoand as smooth as a laby's. So they laughed at him for Dr. Koch was until ten years ago an obscure country physician. His practice and his reputation did not extend be-yond the limits of the little town of Woolstein, a place so small and unim-portant that it is only with much diffi-culty it can be found upon the map. THE SONG OF THE MARKET PLACE. Cay was the (hrontr that poured through the k. reets of the old French town; The wnlis with bunting streamed, ami the flags (tisM-- up and down. "Ylwl'rot! Vivel'r&ll" the shout of the people rout the air. And the cannon shock" and roared, and the bells were all ablara. But, crouched by St. Peter's fount, a beggar with her child, Weary and faint and starved, with eyes that were sad and wild, Onied on the )ussing crowd, and cried as It went and came Alnis, for the love of God! Pitj In jAiu'a name:" I'ew were the coins that fell, In the Stile cup she bore, But she looked at her starving babe and cried from her heart the more: "Alma, for the love ot Uodl Mother of Jeau, hear! The steeplea shook with bells, and the prayer was Urow ned in a cheer. j Dutseel through the thoughtless crowd conies one with a regal face. Be catches the beggar's prayer, and turns with a gentle grwe: "Alma thou shalt Lave, poor soul! Alas, not a ' sou to sharel Eut stjiy 1" and he doffs his hat and stands iu tho crowded square. Then from his beart he sang a little song of the south. A far off cradle song, that fell from his mother's mouth. And the din was bushed In the square, and the people stood as mute As the beasts In the Thracian wood when Orpheus j touched his lute. fhe melting tenor ceased, and a sob from the I list'ners came. , 'JIarioi" cried a voice, and the throng caught up the name. t "Mario!" and the coins rained like a shower of j i gold, ; tTUl the singer's hat o'erflowed like Midas' chests of old. j "Sister," he said, and turned to the beggar I crouching there. "Take It; the gold is thine; Jesn hath heard thy prayer" Then kissed the white faced child, and smiling went his way, G'.addeud with kindly thoughts and the joy of j holiday. That night, when the footlights shone on the famous tenor's face. And ho bowed to the splendid throng with his wonted princely grace, Cheer after cheer went up, and stormed at with flowers, he stood tAe a dark und noble pine, when the blossoms blow through the wood. V'llder tho tumult grew, till out of Lis fine de-- ppair The thought of tho beggar rose, and the song he hail sung in the square. Raiding his hand bo smiled, and a silence filled the place, While ho rang that simple air, with the love light ou his face. vYet were the singer's cheeks when the hist note died away brightest of nil bis bays, the wreath that be won that day! Bung for the love of God, sung for sweet pity's sake, (Song of tho market place, tribute ot laurel take. James Buckham. |