Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-10-11

watched him stain the valley naples with
a stream of white and black, scream at the
junction switches, tear and crash through
the yards, and slide kissing and painting
up under our nose, swing out of his CAP
and look at nobody a. all but his watch.
We made it 5:59 am. central time. <rle
miles, 1876; the minutes, III. - schedule
was beaten-and that-rlth the 136 miles
the fastest on thu whole 1925. Everybody
in town yelled except Foley; he asked for a
chew of tobacco, and not getting one ham
Oily, bit into his own piece.
While Foley melted his weed George Sim
clair stepped out of the superintendent s
office-he was done in a black silk shirt,
with a blue four-in-hand streaming over
his front-stepped out to shake hands with
Foley, as one hostler got the 466 out of the
way and another backed down with a new
SkyScraper the 800.
But nobody paid much attention to all
this. The mob had swarmed around the
ratty, old, blind-eyed baggage car which,
with an ordinary way car, constituted the
McWilliams Special.
Now what does a man with McW1liiams
money want to travel special in an old
photograph gallery like that for? asked
Andy Cameron, who was the least bit huf-
fed because he hadn't been marked up for
the run himself. You better take him In
a cup of hot coffee Sinkers," suggested
Andy to the lunch counter boy. You
might get a ten-dollar bill if the old man
isn't feeling too badly. What do you hear
from Denver, neighbour" he asked, turning
tc the superintendent of motive power. Us
the boy holding QUIZ
I'm not worrying about the boy holding
out; it's whether the Five-Nine will hold
OUT
Aren't you going to change engines and
crews at Arickaree?'
Not today" said Neighbor, grimly; I'VE
haven't time
Just then Sinkers rushed at the baggage
car with a cup of hot coffee for Mr. Nc
Williams Everybody, hoping to get peep
at the capitalist, made way. SinkerS climb
ed over the train chests which were dashed
to the platforms and pounded on the door.
He pounded hard, for he hoped and believed
that there was something in 1t. But he
might have pounded till his coffee froZe
for all the impression it made on the sleepy
McWiliams.
Hasn't the man trouble enough without
tackling your chiccory?" sang out Felix
Kennedy. and the laugh so discouraged
away.
At that moment the editor of the local
paper came around the depot corner on the
run. He was out for an interview, and, as
usual just trifle late. However, he In
sisted on boarding the baggage car to ten
der his sympathy to McWilliams.
The barricades bothered him, but he
mounted them all. and began an emergency
agine his feelings when the door was gently
opened by sad-eyed man, who opened the
ball by showing rife as big as a pinch bar
under the editorial nose.
my grief. Mr.. McWilliams,' protested
ne inteFview2- IN trembling voice, don't
imagine I want to hois-s4l Up: Our Cit
zens are all peacable-"
Get out!''
"Why man, I'm not even asking for a
subscription: simply want to ten"
Get out!' snapped the man with the gun;
and In foam the newsman climbed down.
A curious crowd gathered close to hear an
editorial version Of the Ten Commandments
revised on the spur of the moment. Felix
Kennedy said 1t was worth going miles to
hear. That's the coolest deal l ever struck
on the plains, boys" declared the editor.
Talk about your bereayed parents. If the
boy doesn't have chill when that man
reaches him miss my guess. He acts to
me as II he was afraid his grief would get
away before he got to Denver"
Meantime George Sinclair was tying
silk handkerchief around his neck, while
Neighbor gave him parting injunctions AS
he put UP his foot to swing into the cab
the boy looked for all the world like a
jockey toe in stirrup. Neighbor glanced at
his watch.
"Can YOU make 1t by II o'clock?' he
growled.
make what?
"Denver."
Denver or the ditch, Neighbour" laughed
George, testing the air. Are you right
back there, PATTI" he called. as Conductor
Francis strobe forward to compare the
mountain time.
Fright and tight. and call 1t hve-two-