Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1904-12-09
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FIQ HEN the train from Ogden and
wv the Pacific coast drew up, puff
~ ing no1sily, at the town Of
Gunnison, COL, at two o'clock in the
afternoon of December %, there was
seated in the middle section Of the
sleeping car q very cross-looking old
gentleman. You could see at once he
was out OF humor. He looked SO much
~ II he might, on slightest provoca-
don. bite. you wouldn't have been sur.
prised to hear him bark.
1t was cold, unfriendly stare that
he bestowed upon Kitty Waller when.
bundled up in great red coat and
q warm hood, with paper box under
her arm and little satchel in hee
hand, she was shown by the porter to
a seat just. across the aisle from his
own.
She couldn't have noticed the look,
tor as the train began to move she
plunged in among his bags and shawl
straps, almost knocking book from
his knee in her eagerness to obtain the
last glimpse of woman on the plat
form, which was on his side of the
; car, says Browning, King & Co.'S
; Monthly.
II beg your PARDON" said she, Il
wanted to say good-by to aunty."
"You seem to have said good-by to
your manners" was the hateful reply,
and Kitty, now alive to the fact that
the gentleman was very cross, crept
back to her own seat and nestled
quietly in the corner.
She was only ten years old, but she
had grown up tall in the Elk noun
tain air, and her cheeks were rosy.
This was her first ride on a railroad.
Indeed, from her uncle's half-log, half
frame house, where her mother had
died when she was baby, no tracks
save those of miners or jack-rabbits
were visible. Now she was going all
the way to Denver to spend Christmas
with Grandma Waller.
. She knew the train was due in Den
yer at seven o'clock the next morn
ing, and that after long, happy day
she would hang her stockings in the
big room grandma had so often writ
ten to her about, and old Santa Claus
would fill it.
, AS early as seven o'clock the good
; natured porter prepared the funny bed
in which she was to sleep, while she
! looked on in open-eyed amaZement,
! and by eight o'clock she was in the
land of dreams, the last sound she hal
heard being the voice of the 'cross
gentleman" scolding the porter for
making up his berth with the head
toward the engine.
1t was early when Kitty awoke, and
the train was not moving. Happy and
scarcely stopping to wonder why they
were not in Denver, Kitty dressed her.
self, and presently from between the
curtains opposite came the "cross gen.
tleman," grum bling aloud and calling
for the porter.
'I's afeerd, sir,' said that individ-
ual, we're done stuck here for mos
of de day. The big tun'l this side of
Marshall pass has caved in
Then the conductor explained that
a section of one of the mile-long snow
sheds had fallen, and that all they
could do was to wait for wrecking
train from Pueblo.
'And not blessed thing to eat,"
said Kitty's fellow passenger
With trembling hands the little girl
opened her box of luncheon. Hard
boiled eggs, pot of jam, sardine
sandwiches thick slices Of buttered
bread and lots of cookies.
'There's more than I can eat, SIR
said she; won't you have some?"
The 'crOss gentleman" arose. He
looked for moment hard at Kitty.
whose eyes sank to the floor, and then,
with bow as though she had been a
grown-up young lady, he crossed the
aisle and seated himself opposite to
her.
1t was not until afternoon that the
damage ahead was sufficiently re-
paired to allow them to proceed, and
when evening-Christmas Eve-came
the train was just making it's way
through the Royal gorge, nearly "a
hours late.
Their talk during the day had been
of mines and snowshoes, with now
and then digressions on her part into
confidential anecdotes concerning hel
pet doll that had been lost in a snow
slide a week before, but which, she
hoped to find in the spring, unless
Santa Claus should-and she tremblec
with excitement as she mentioned it.
bring her another in the morning.
But" he had said to her just be-
fore he babe her goodnight, "how car
Santa Claus catch us? We're late ant
going at 80 miles an hour"
| "Santa Claus is like an angel" Kit
, ty replied; che can be anywhere hi
: wants at any time.' Then, just a.
| she was quite ready to go to sleep
} she leaned out between the curtains
, and said: Twill you lend me pir
, to pin my stockings to the curtain