St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-09-19
LIFE ON THE LIMITED.
A Night Ride From st. Paul to Chicago
Which was Diversified by I'm
expected Events.
The Chain lof Circumstances Ensuing
From an Attempt to Smoke
Cigar.
An Endeavor to be Soc1ab1e, Win
Corpse III the Baggage
Car.
Followed by Forty Miles an hour
Trip on the Cow
catcher.
The Lawyer and Reporter.

The s'limited" is just moving out for the
night run to Chicago. Darkness has begun
to gather, and there is breath OF frost In
the air, presage of the not-tar-dlstant
winter The sleeping cars are crowded,
and the steam heating pipes, after sum-
mer of idleness. groan their discomfort as
the hot vapor is forced through them. Inc
artificial warmth brings out dlmsal
smell of new paint and rusty iron which IS
anything but acceptable to at least TWO OF
the passengers, one a GLOBE attache and
the other young Minneapolis lawyer who
is going to the Garden City
Ito see Pinkerton, the detective,
" know" about a case when,
when wen will rebound to the everlasting
fame of the ambitious student of the stat
utes. Notwithstanding the mystery and
presumable Importance of his mission, and
the fact that he has misguidedly chosen to
live in the Flour City in preference to 81.
Paul, the attorney promises to be an agree
able travelling companion, and the offer Oh
cigar Immediately reduces him to state
of friendIiness. The smoking seats i'll the
rear are found in possession OF what IS
probably bridal couple, who are travelling
regardless of expense. The groom has evil
IDENTIFY desired final Whit before retiring
behind the sacred screen OF
THE UPPER BERTH
which is soon to separate two fond hearts
for the night from the prying intrusion and
rbald comments of all the outer world,
save the sable and discreet porter, who has
habit of peeping under the curtain at in
tervals to see if ''dey is cumfble." So a
weed in the Pullman is out OF the question,
and march forward in search of solace is
begun There is but single passenger
coach. half the occupants OF which are
women, some colored and all sleepy, but
active and vigorous enough to protest II
the scent of tobacco gets anywhere near
their nostrils. There is evidently no re-
source but the windy and soot-begrlmed
platform.
Tickets"
Just then enters round-faced, smiling,
agreeable-looking man OF medium height
who wears a uniform and carries lantern
artisticaly displayed ON his left arm In
his right hand he flourishes shining instru-
ment which might be revolver, but is only
a punch. AS he approaches the young law
yer says: ''We're all right now; L know
him. He's George Miles, of my town, a
rafting good fellow, and he'll let us go i'll
the baggage car" Conductor Miles indeed
proves an ''R. G. F." and readily grants
the permission asked for. The travellers
enter, and are met with a look half frOwn,
half inquiry by
A GRIMY GIANT
who is tossing trunks about with Sullivan
esoue ease and whose hands are big enough
to throttle an earthquake. One of the
TWAIN, whose identity shall not be made
known. save on cOmpulsiOn and under oath
in court of justice, produces from his
travelling bag a mysterious looking flask,
and without word extends it toward the
presiding genius. There is a double smile,
one facial and one liquid, and the entente
cordial has been established. The car
boasts but single chair, and that is re-
served for the use of Mr. Miles On those
FREQUENT occasions when he figures up how
much he will give the bloated corporation
| for which he cOndescendS to work. But
the baggageman, not to be outdone in po-
likeness by his temporary guests. points to
long pine box and says: ''Sit thar, eff we
like" The smokers "sit thar" and light
their cigars. They then ascertain that their
temporary resting place is the coffin of Mr..
Lowry, of Canada, who departed this life
of consumption. While he still breathed
his given name was James.
THE DISCOVERY
| causes slight shock, and the Minneapolis
man.remarks irreverently the way why is
! it that all Minneapolitans are devoid of rev.
erence?): ''Our late lamented friend Jim
| doesn't smell very good. Let's have a
drink" The invitation is accepted and
Mr., Lowry ceases from troubling. The
conductor comes in after his rounds and
| makes up his record. He refuses to Join in
| the mild revelry of the moment with the
remark, 1--WE got train to look after and
| never touch thing while on duty, and
rarely at any other time. A cigar? Well,
don't mind" The eXhiliration OF the cool
clear air. the twnkling brllliance Of the
stars seen through the open door, the clatter
and clang of the wheels in their endless
turning and uproar, all the surroundings of
| life and hustle and activity, while the
stranger dead sleeps i'll dreamless and ever
| lasting peace at our feet brings OIL a space
Of silence and reverie which is employed in
| watching the blue smoke wreaths wing
their upward flight, and which is succeeded
by reactonary spirit of adventu re.
II saw, Miles" it was the che eky
| Minneapolis man who did this of course,
| u say, Miles, can't we go out and ride on
| the engine?" "U
Il don't know about that" he replied,
johnson. the engineer, is a good fellow,
| but he's almighty particular about that iron
pet of his. When we stop I'll go forward
and introduce you. and then you can ask
him yourself" 4r
DOWN BRAKES.
The whistle. the moan and the shrek OF
escaping and compressed steam from
the Westinghouse the protest and
creaking of the slowing wheels
tell of an approaching pause at a water
tank. We 90 forward with the brass-but-
toned deity of the limited" and are intro
duced to self-poised. thoughtful-looking
man in blouse. who is busy with an oil
can about the machinery of his impatient
and painting iron horse. A word of eX-
PLANTATION from the conductor and we are
left to plead our case. Ride in the cab?
| Well don't know. I'll think about it and
| tell you at the next station" And the
| oiIing went on. Should we 90 back to the
confident conductor and have him say
Il told you So" in response to our tale of
| defeatP Hardly. and with silent but
mutual resolve to ride on the engine we