The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1898-07-01

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deep pocket of his ulster and brought
out handful of cigars
Mr.. Longs manner changed in an
instant. " 'Gainst orders" said he
briefly, gazing suspiciously into the
strangers face as he spoke. "Better get
your ticket If you're going to Butte.
And, swinging himself up to his perch,
he grasped the reversing lever with one
hand and the throttle with the other.
Scut laid hold of the cord and set the
big bell to swinging warning Of their
coming. The huge machine began slow
ly to move rearward as the much ma
ligned and belated coyote came kissing
by ON the fireman's side, and that be-
grimed young man availed himself of
the chance to chaff his fellow workers
in the fitting cab. He took no heed,
therefore, of the strangers parting hail,
but Long was eying him closely and lis
tening for any word.
i've got tickets all right" said the
lonely man on the platform, "but I'd
rather sit up in cab than sleep in
Pullman. It's all right, though. Have
smoke anyhow" And with lavish
hand he tossed half a dozen cigars into
the cab as he walked beside the moving
engine, Then, with q cordial wave of
his hand, be turned aside TO the lunch.
room, into the doorway of which a half
score of hungry passengers from the ar.
irving train were eagerly pushing
"Only three minutes, gents" sung
out the conductor. We've got to make
up time before we reach the Rockies
can't do it there" And he darted into
the train dispatcher's Office to register
end -aoeive his orders.
Meantime Scut, still clinging TO the
bellcord with one hand, was scooping
up cigars with the right. "That fell
lows a prince, said he. Just look at
that for seegar" And he held it ad-
miringly up to Long to see and was
amazed at the gloom in his oompanion's
face. why, what's up?" he asked
Whats up?" repeated the engineer,
as he slowed down on nearing the for
ward end of the mail car. "a hold up,
unless IN mistaken, and the fewer of
them cigars you stick IN your mouth
the more brains you'll II have left in the
morning" With sharp click the
heavy coupling pin was driven home,
and Long sent the reversing lover over
to the front, then poked his head out of
the side of the cab and shouted to a
train hand he saw hurrying by, Where
you got them recruits BillyP"
First coach behind the baggage, I"
was the answer as the man glanced over
his shoulder. There's some of 'em
now" And as he spoke, bounding,
laughing and lodging through the knot
Of hungry passengers, half a dozen
young fellows i'll fatigue uniform or
bright blue overooats went Fastening by
10 the lunchroom, followed by shouts
from somewhere back along the train.
Presently middle aged man in thu
garb of sergeant Of cavalry camC
stalking after them, man who seemed
just aroused from sound sleep, and no
too well pleased as consequence.
"Get back TO that car, you men,, h
ordered authoritatively. Didn't l tel
you not soul of you could leave i
without my permissionF"
lunch counter by this time, and gleeful
ly shouting for coffee and reaching TO
doughnuts, pie, anything edible within
reach. The waiter looked perturbed ant
hesitated. The proprietor came hurry
ing over from his desk. The httl
throng of passengers seemed sympathetic
and interested. "Who's to pay for thisF
]
came Tuning and almost fighting hi
way into the crowded room. "Hav
your men got any money!"
course we have" sung out a jovia
Pat, land the credit of a benevolen
and paternal government to back it, an
there's my last ONT to prove what
say, he added, whacking down silve
dollar on the counter.
THAT amt enough by the mate t
ii, p" said the proprietor grufly. "Come
clear out, you boys. Trains going Ii
time for coffee. This will pay for tn
things you're eating" said he, and Ii
made a grab for the dollar, but Pat wa
too quick for him.
90 Board" shouted hoarse voice o.
the platform without.
Back to your car, you men," order
ed the sergeant.
"Give me that dollar" denande
the boss.
"Give us the coffee, " replied the II
cruits, and for once the populace SCENE
to side with the soldier. The tall youn
man in the ulster and travelling ca
lounged up to the counter and tossed
90 bill at the angry manager. Civ
them what they want" said he, land
quick about it. Have some coffee YOU
self, sergeant. There'll be no otht
chance till you get to Butte" Ther
with swift, significant, downwar
glance at the flap of q pocket, he LITE
into view the silver top of sizabl
flask, and the sergeant grinned and noe
ded approximately. The steaming ouI
were slid along the board, the embry
soldiers laughing and hustling good nj
turedly, pouring the hot liquid into ii
thick stone saucers and blowing indu