The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1877-12-06
A SIeeninR Car Romance.

1t was in the Cedar Rapids sleeper.
Outside, it was dark as the inside of an
ink-bOttle. In the sleeping car people
slept.
Or tried it.
Some of them slept, like Christian men
and women. Peacefully and sweetly and
quietly.
Others slept like demons, Indignantly,
hideously, fiendishly, as though 1t was
their mission to keep everybody else
awake.
Of these, the man in lower number
three was the a" boss" When it came to
a square snOre with variations, you
wanted to count lower three" in.
With full hand and a pocket full Of
rocks.
We never heard anything snore ike
him. 1t was the most systematic snoring
that was ever done, even on one of those
tournaments of snoring, a sleeping car.
He didn't Degin 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 had a little
taste of sleep, just to see how good and
pleasant it was, and then he broke in on
their SAUNDERS like a winged, breathing
was again that night.
He started out with terrific
Gu-r-r-r-tu'
That opened every eye in the car. We
all hoped it was an accident, however,
and trusting that he wouldn't do it 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-hahI !"
Taat sounded too much like business
TO be accidental. Then every head in
that sleepless sleeper was held off the
pillow for a minute, waiting, in breath
less suspense, to hear the worst, and the
sleeper in " lower three J" went on in
long drawn, regular cadences that indi-
Gated good staying qualities
Gwa-a-ah Gwa-a-a-ahl Gahwahwah!
Gahwahwah Gahwa-a-a-ahi !"
Evidently it was going to last all night,
and the weary heads dropped back on the
sleepless pillows and the swearing began.
It mumbied along In low, mutteTing
tones, like the distant echoes of a profane
thunder storm. Pretty soon lower
shot off a spiteful- ~ y -
" Gwookl" m =
Which sounded as though his nose had
got mad at him and was going to strike
Then there was a pause and we began to
hope he had either awakened from sleep
or strangled TO death, nobody cared par
ticularly which. But he disappointed
every body with a gutteral- .lEar~
" GuroOch ~ ~
Then be paused again for breath, and
when he had accumulated enough for his
purposes he resumed with stenterious-
* Kowpf" Nm -
That nearly shot the roof off the car.
Then he want on playing such fantastic
tricks with his nose and breathing things
that would make the immortal gods
weep, if they did but hear him. 1t
seemed matter incredible, it seemed an
utter, preposterous impossibility that
any human being could make the mon
strOus, hideOus noises with its breathing
machine that the fellow In " lower three
was making with his. He ran through
alt the ranges of the nasal gamut, he
went up and down a very chTOmatic
scala of snOres, he ran through intricate
and fearful variations, until 1t seemed
that his nose must be cut of Joint in 8
thousand places. All the night and ali
night through he told his story.
" Gawohi gurrh gd]r.r-r ! Kowpff!
Gaw-aw-wah ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS warrt!
gwah-h-h-h-whoofTn : ? ~
Just as the other passengers had con
suited together how they might slay him,
morning dawned, lower number three
awoke. Everybody watched the curtains
to see what manner of man it was that
made that beautiful sleeping car a PAN
demOnlum. Presently the toilet was
completed, the curtains parted, and
lower number three stood revealed.
Great heavens! = !
II was ialr young girl, with golden
hunted faWn's Huntington Ha,OLsve