The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1891-10-04
THE WGR
Il PULLMAN CAR INCIDENT. |


We were riding west through North Da-
kota. The mercury in the Pullman
had climbed up to the 100 mark and the ba-
rometer showed Indications of warm
we ather. Realizing that there was no ap-
parent way of checking merourial ambi-
tions our fellow passengers were endeavor-
ing to forget all the world, the flesh and
the devil. The men had removed theil
coats and vests and were lying on the hot
plush seats and perspiring pillows. Those
who had endeavored to smoke had given up
the amusement and were running to and
from the dining car endeavoring to bride
the honest conductor to open the larder.
The ladies were in the drawing room and
the attaches of the car were hidden away in
various corners of the train cursing the
run" Nobody cared whether it was to be
death or life for the next twenty-fou1
hours. except a little 1ossy headed five.
y~ear-old girl who sat with her mother in
one of the sections. The heat did not
numb her active little brain, though her
curls were damp with perspiration, and her
face was flushed and warm. She was out
to see the country, and was willing to stand
all fatlgues. Early in the day the passen-
gers had more than one occasion to notice
her desire to become acquainted with the
physical features of the country. She
asked every imaginable question. Her
mother supplied such information
in fragments as she possessed,
along with a frequent repetition of Now,
Kittie, don't ask any more questions, but
lie down and rest like mammals nice little
rirl - I(u{ Kittia Ala ,~% ,o,oh
ideal Of a mice little girl for she con-
tinued to pump all the passengers and the
train attaches, until all ran away from her
or gave her a snub, which she received with
good grace.
After hours of barren fields and diving
villages, with an occasional half starved
band of sheep, the slow moving train
tralled into that curious field OF ssmi-vol-
canic relics known as the Bad Lands. The
first bit of terra Gotta sculpture had hardly
been reached when Miss kittie's half latent
enthusiasm WAS aroused to the fullest ten
slon, and when the trainmen yelled Dad
Lands, ten minutes stop" she grew wide
awake. After a few minutes inspection of
this great natural museum, really the most
attractive field of the state, she turned to
her mother.
What are the Bad Lands, mammaf"
"Oh, they are just lands, DEAR" replied
her mother in a drowsy way.
"But why are they called bad, mammal"
II don't know, dear. lot mamma sleep"
VI can't see what they are called bad.
Maybe because they are not good" persist
cd the y%oungster.
Eyes. perhaps 3d."
"Is it because this is the place where thew
bring bad little boys and girls?' aueried
Kittle.
"Yes, dear"
And is this where the boyle man lives
and brings little boys and girls"
Eyes, sweetheart. Now don't ask anv
more questions"
Il don't SOC any bad little boys or girls
around here"
'"They are hid away over in q cave" suo-
gested one of the passengers whose interest
was aroused.
us your little girl over there?''
mo, she is a good little girl"
Don't the bogie man make a mistake
and lake good little girls sometimes?"
"Yes, sometimes"
"My, l wish this train would start. What
is it stopping for? Is it to let off bad chill
dren?"
Yes
Mamma, you won't let them take me
away, will your"
mo, it Observation-Disclosures"
yawhed her mother.
~ wonder if Johnnie Baxter is over