The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-10-12

, he took II personally: but the man.
ner in which he went TO work clear
/ ing track and making a card for the
I McWilliams Special showed better
! speed than the train itself ever at
! tempted-apd he kicked no more.
/ After all the row. IL seems incred-
! ible. but they never got ready to
leave Chicago TIL O'Clock; and when
/ the MeWullams Special liz into our
train system, IL was ike dropping
mountain lion into a bunch OF steers.
Freights and extras. local passenger
/ trains even. were used to being side
tracked; but when il came TO laying
out the flyers and q whisper this) the
/ White Mail and the Manila express.
| the oil began 10 slzzle in the journal
boxes. The freight business. the pas
/ senger trafic-the mail schedules of a
whole railway system were actually
I knocked by the McWilliams Special in
/ 10 a cooked hat.
/ From the minute Il cleared Western
avenue Il was the only thing talked
| OF. Divisional headquarters and car
4 tink shanties alike we're bursting with
| excitement.
/ on the West End we had all night
10 prepare. and at o'clock next morn
/ ing every man In the operating de-
partment was on edge. At precisely
1858 a. m. the McWiliiams Special
stuck lis nose into our d.
vision. and Foley-pulled off No. with
| the 46s-Was heading her dizzy for
I McClOud. Already the McWillisms
/ had made up thirty-one minutes on the
/ one hour delay in Chicago, and Lin
coin threw her into our hands with a
sort OF There. now! You fellows-are
you any good at all on the west end ?"
/ And We thought we were.
Sitting in the dispatcher's Office, We
/ tagged her down the line like swal-
/ low. Harvard, Oxford, GAINESVILLE,
AshtOn-and a thousand people at the
/ McCloud station waited for o'clock
and for Foleys muddy cap TO pop
/ through the Blaekwood buns; watched
/ him stain the valley naples with a
stream of white and black, scream at
/ the junction switches, tear and crash
1 through the yards, and slide kissing
and painting up under our nose. swing
out Of his cab and look at nobody at
all but his watch.
We made IL $50 a. m. central time.
The miles. 1856: the minutes. l21. The
schedule was beaten-and that with
| the 1856 miles the fastest on the whole
/ ,026 Everybody in town yelled ex-
/ cept Foley; he asked for a chew OF
/ tobacco. and not getting one handily,
bit into his own piece.
/ While Foley melted his weed George
/ Sinclair stepped out of the superin-
/ tendent's ofiiee-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 new
| sky scraper. the 500.
But nobody paid much attention TO
all this. The mob swarmed around the
ratty. old. blind-eyed baggage car
which. with an ordinary way-car. con-
stituted the McWilliams Special.
Now, what does a man with Nc
| williams money want to travel spe-
cial in an old photograph gallery like
that for?" asked Andy Cameron, who
was the least bit huffed 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 SO bill If the old man
isn't feeling too badly. What do you
/ hear from Denver, Neighbour" he
I asked. turning TO the superintendent
OF motive power. is the boy holding
out?"
I'm not worrying about the boy
holding out; it's whether the Five-Nine
viii hold out"
Aren't We 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 eof-
fee for Mr.. McWfliams. Everybody,
hoping to get a peep at the capital
ist, made way. Sinkers climbed over
the train chests which were dashed
10 the platforms and pounded on the
door, He pounded hard, for he hoped
and believed that there was some
thing in il. But he might have pound
ed till his coffee froze for all the inn
preston IL made on the sleepy Nc
| Williams.
Hasn't the man trouble enough
| without tackling your chicory?" sang
out Felix Kennedy. and the laugh so
discouraged Sinkers that he gave over
! and sneaked 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 a
trifie late. However. he insisted on
boarding the baggage car to tender his
sympathy 10 McWilliams.
The barbados bothered him. but he
mounted them all. and began an en-
Urgency pound on the forbidding blind
! door. Imagine his feelings when the
door was gently opened by a sad-eyed
man, who opened the ball by showing
a rifle as big as a pinch-bar under
the editorial nose.
MY grief. Mr.. McWilliams," plo-
tested the interviewer. in a trembling
| voice. don't imagine l want to hO4d
you up. Our citizens are all peace
able"
Get outs
why, man. I'm not even asking
for a subscription; I simply want to
ten"
Get OUT" snapped the man with the
gun; and in foam the newsman
climbed down. A curious crowd gath
cred close to hear an editorial YER
sion of the ten commandments revised
on the spur of the moment. Felix
Kennedy said II was worth going miles
TO hear That's the coolest deal ]
ever struck on the plains. boys" de-
clared the editor. Talk about your
bereaved parents. II the boy doesn't
have a chill when that man reaches
him. l miss my guess. He acts to me
as IL he was afraid his grief would
get away before he got 20 Denver
Meantime George Sinclair was tying
a silk handkerchief around his neck
while Neighbor gave him parting in
functions. AS he put up his foot to
swing into the cab the boy looked for
all the world Ike a jockey. toe in stir
rup. Neighbor glanced at his watch.
"Can you make IL by IL o'clock" he
growled.
Make what?''
! Denver"
Denver or the ditch. Neighbor. "
laughed George. testing the air. Are
YOU right back there. PATTI" he cried