Warren sheaf., 1905-08-10


| that time. hope nobody's killed. It's
that confounded switch engine. 1t has
come back and hooked onto us. won
der where we're going now? Oh, well
l don't care much. Danger and death
no longer seem terrible to me. Maybe
they're going to shove us into the
roundhouse. If they'd only keep the
car moving believe could go tc
sleep easier than when it's standing
still. l wouldn't be surprised if Grace
might get rather heavy after she's g.
or 40. Her mother must weigh at least
40 pounds.
12:33-Bang, once more. I'll bet the
man who's running that switch engine
never had hold of q throttle before
But perhaps his brake is broken, sc
that the only way he can stop is by
running against something. I'm sc
glad I got here as soon as the car was
opened. It would have been pity II
had missed any of the refreshing
rest I'm getting. .a.
12:4e-Im going to report this con.
ductor. don't believe the company
pays him merely to stand in the aisles
and gossip with the porter while pas.
sengers are trying to get the sleep
they've given up their good cash for. Is
1:02-There It is again. The switch
engines got back. Oh, toot, dad burn
you, toot! You can't disturb me any
more by blowing your whistle than you
do by ringing your bell. The next time
l. get berth in a sleeper that doesn't
start till three in the morning they'll
have to have keeper on each side, of
me, I'll tell them that. Let her whis-
tie! Don't mind me! I'll bet a hun
dred dollars that engineer has grudge
against somebody in this car and is
trying to give him case of nervous
prostration. Grace takes after her
mother. That's plain enough. Still,
don't know but that I'd rather be mar
ried to woman who got little too
plump along late in life than to nave
one who dried up to nothing but skin
and bones. ..+. So
1:23-We're off again. This is the
track and then run us back, with a
Notwithstanding bump at each end.
Oh, we'll. guess there's no use trying
to go to sleep now. I'm going to take it
philosophically and save wear and tear
on my temper. ~-.| 33'-
1:37-For heavens sake! They're
yelling at somebody now to- get up on
the roof of this car and pour water into
it. wonder if they didn't have time
to attend to that earlier. in the eve
ming, when people were not trying to
sleep? I believe this road is run by
lunatics .-.. - s.. .......
1:5O-I know that man in. the next
berth is now in the last throes. Con-
found him, he ought to die! Any man
who can sleep through racket like
this deserves an ignominious death.
Still, I don't suppose he's to blame,
after all. He makes so much noise of
his own that he doesn't know anything
else is going on. That's the great .ad-
vantage of being snorer. never
thought of it before. Now know why
a man who snores is always able to
sleep overtime ..sr.r ~
2:O2-Ouch! That bump nearly threw
me into the aisle. I wonder why they
always run into, lis from the direction
toward which ones head points? I'll
bet there are seven distinct imprints
of my skull on the partition between
this and the next berth. Oh. If the
coupling would only break and let US
run into the river!
2:14-They must have hauled US
back near the station. Twenty people
outside are trying to talk at once. I
can't make out what they're saying, but
it must be funny. I can hear our por-
ter, who evidently is standing at the
car steps, laughing with great enthusi-
asm.
2:29-Hello! Our old friend the
switch engine has returned with steam
up and the safety-valve showing what
it's there for. don't suppose they can
find room for it anywhere else in the
yard.
2:41-Thank heaven! Only 10 min
utes to wait in this inferno. Jerusalem!
They're going to shunt us around
somewhere again. wonder if it would
do that poor fellow any good to pour
some kind of lubricant into his wind
pipe? It's too bad that Grace's hair is
SO dark. Otherwise the down on her
upper lip wouldn't show at all.
2:53-The Pullman conductor has
just yelled to the porter that the train
to which we are to be attached is an
hour and SO minutes late. Good-by,
proud world, godo-by! I'm going out
to throw myself in front of the switch
engine. II an all-wise Providence felt
that had any right to live this could
never have happened to me. Chicago
Record-Herald.
A Cure for Colds.