Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1877-12-05
ROMANCE OF A sLEEP1Na-cAR.
Ho1 70 Timid, Fair Young Girl, With
0olden Hair, Created a Sensation.

Holsa Timid, Fair Young Girl, wit
0olden Hair, Created q Sensation.
From the Burlington Hawkeye.
Hswas in the Cedar Rapids sleeper
OueAde it was dark as the inside of 81
ink-bottle. In the sleeping-car peopl
u tried it.
Aeme of them slept, like Christian
me!t and women, peacefully and sweetly
and4uietly.
0hers slept like demons, Indignantly
hidsously, fiendishly, as if it was theil
mission to keep everybody else awake.
~ these, the man in lower number
thr6e was the boss. When it came to a
square snore with variations, you wanted
to count lower, three in. With a
fuH hand and pocket full Of rocks.
We never heard anything snore like
him. 1t was the most systematic snoring
that was ever done, even on one of those
tournaments of snoring, sleeping-car
he didn't begin as soon as the lamps
were turned down and everybody was in
bed. Oh, no. There was more cold
blooded diabolism in his system than
that. He waited until everybody had
got little taste OF sleep, just to see how
good and pleasant it was, and then he
broke in on one of their slumbers like
winged, breathing demon, and they
never knew what peace was again that
night.
He started of with terrific
Gn-r-r-r-t!"
That opened every eye in the car. We
all hoped it was an accident, however,
and trusting that hs wouldn't do ii
again, we all forgave him. Then he
blasted our hopes and curdled the sweet
serenity of our forgiveness by a long
drawn
Gw-a-h-h-h-hahw
That sounded too much like business
to be accidental. Then every head in
that sleepless sleeper was held off the
pillow for minute, waiting, in breath
less suspense, to hear the worst, and the
sleeper in lower three" went on, in long
drawn, regular cadences that indicated |
good staying qualities.
Gwa-a-ah! Gwa-a-a-h! Gahwahwah!
Gahwa-a.a-ahv
Evidently it was going to last all
night, and the weary heads dropped back
on the sleepless pillows and the swearing
began. 1t mumbled along in low, NUT
tering tones, like the distant echoes of a |
profane thunderstorm. Pretty soon he
gave us little variation. He shot off a
,piteful
"Gwookn'
Which sounded as if his nose had got |
mad at him and was going to strike.
Then there was n pause, and we began to
nope he had either awakened from sleep
,r strangled to death, nobody cared very
which. But he disappoint-
ed everybody with gutteral
"Guroochw
Then he paused again for breath, and
when he had accumulated enough for his |
purpose he resumed. business with stcn.
torious
:" kowpf!"
That nearly shot the roof off the car.
lhen lac. went On nlaxipa SUCH fantastic
things that would make the immortal
gods weep, if they did but hear him. 1t
eemed matter incredible, it seemed an
litter, preposterous impossibility that
my human being could make the
hideous noises with its breath
ng machine that the fellow in CLOVER
hree was making with his. He ran
through all the ranges of all the nasal
,amut, he went up and down very
,hromatic scale of snores, he ran through
intricate and fearful variations until it
ecmed that his nose must be out of
oint in thousand places. All the
tight and all the night through he told
lis story.
Gawoh! gurrah! gu-r-r-r! Kowpff!
! gawah-hah! gwock! gwarrt!
,wah-h-h-ll whoof!"
Just as the other passengers had con-
ulted together how they might slay him,
morning dawned, and CLOVER number
hree" awoke. Everybody watched the
curtain to see what manner of man it
VAS that had made that beautiful Sleep
ng-car a pandemonium. Presently the
oilet was completed, the curtains parted
md CLOVER number three" stood reveal
ID.
"Great heavens!
1t was fair young girl, with golden
lair, and timid, pleading eyes like a
hunted fawn.