The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-07-20
A TIP FOR TRAVELLERS.
How the MOnkey-faced Man and the Brakeman
Argued the Matter Oat.

! round in his seat and faced the stran-
ger but the stranger never fiinched-
He knew what he was talking about,
he had seen it work, ne explained af-
forward in the Mojave desert If you
all want a good time" the black por-
ter on the Santa Fe had said, you all
must keep yo windows closed. Yo'
can stan de heat, but yo can't stan de
dus' De alkah git in yo' nose and hut
volt git in yo' th'oat and choke yo.
| tell vo' now, yo' all can't stan de al
kali The passengers to the Pacific
had taken the porter's advice and this
traveller had remembered how all the
people in the train were indebted TO
Mr.. Pullman's employee for a pleasant
Journey across the American Sahara
But these haS-sIation tourists of the
north knew nothing of sun-strokes and
Eaharas and so were inclined TO protest
against the absurd suggestion of the
man with the rose. The conductor knew
that the modest man was right. The
brakeman knew it, too and at nod
from the captain began to close all the
windows.
That FELIX'S a FOOL observed the red
man. You be quiet old brandy and
soda" shouted the conductor, or I'll
ditch you" Now the fat woman gave
veil that caused everyone to look in
her direction. The child have tainted,
yelled the red-faced man. 'Bedad I'll
break the windyS on his face and he
made a rush at the traveller VINO had
caused all the connection. BY this time
the conductor, working from the front
and the brakeman from the rear, had
closed all the windows, and now as old
brandy and soda dashed down the aisle
the brakeman tagged him The man
struck at the brakeman, and the latter
hit him under the ear. All the people
stood up along the walls of the car,
while the trainman and the irate pas
senger walloped each other up and
down the dusty aisle. Women screamed,
men stood up in their seats and
shouted Hit 'imr' And both combat
ants took the advice-or tried to.
In the meantime the fresh air came
in through the transoms, and swept
the smoke and dust out through the
door at the rear end of the car. while
the battle went on in the open. The
fighters clinched, and fell heavily on
the floor The brakeman was on top.
You old cflimpanza." said the train
man, breathing fast, TN disfigure your
features if yeu don't cool down"
The conductor and the man with the
red rose pulled the actors, or rather the
pugilists apart, and the bewhiskered
voyager, with a bad eye, sank into
seat almost exhausted. Nobody said a
the knees of his Michigan Central
trousers and went forward. The mod
est man, who now sat facing the de-
feated fighter, opened his hand grip
and passed a learler-c covered flask to
the man who had wanted to break his
face" few moments before. The red
faced man took the bottle and tried TO
pull the top as he would a cork, but the
democratic owner of the flask I'M
screwed it for him, and he took a good,
long. strong, pull. He breathed some
more now, very distinctly, and took
another drink. Up to now not word
had been spoken by any one in the car,
since the cessation of hostilities.
would yez leave me give me pard-
ner a dhrop2" asked the vanquished,
leaning over toward the tourist. Sure,
said the rose man, and the other
pressing his hand over his wounded
eye, went forward to look for the
brakeman VINO had given him such
delightful fight.