Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-03-31
CHAPTER XIV. THE JUNKETERs.

THE JUNKETERS.
 When Receiver Guilford took pos session of the properties, appurte- nances and appendages of the seques- tered Trans Western railway, one of the luxuries to which he fell heir was private car "Naught-seven," com modious hotel on wheels originally used as the directors car of the Vest ern Pacific, and later taken over by Loring to be put in commission as the general managers special.
 In the hands of friendly receiver this car became boon to the capitol contingent; its observation platform served as a shifting rostrum from which a deep-chested executive or a mellifluous Hawk often addressed ad- miring crowds at way stations, and it's dining saloon was the moving scene of many little relaxative feasts, at which Veuve Cliquot flowed freely, priceless cigars were burned, and the members of the organization unbent, each after his kind.
 But to the men of the throttle and oil can, car Naught-seven, in the gift of a hospital receiver, shortly became a nightmare. Like most private cars, it was heavier than the heaviest Pull man; and the engineer who was con- strained to haul it like a dragging an- chor at the tail.end of fast train was prone to say words not to be found in any vocabulary known to respectable philologists. ..
 It was in the evening of wind blown day, week after Rents visit to Gaston, that Engineer Red" Calla- han, oiling around for the all-night run with the Flyer on the western di- vision. heard above the din and clamor of Union station noises the sullen thump betokening the addition of an- other car to his train.
 "Now fwhat the divvle will that be-" he rasped, pausing, torch in hand, to apostrophize his fireman. .,
 The answer came up out of the shad- ows to the rear on the lips of M'Tosh, the trainmaster.
 You have the Naught-seven to- night, Callahan, and pretty severe head wind. Can you make your time?"
 Haven't thim bloody fools in the uptown office anything betther to do than to tie that sivinty-tonr ball-an'- chain to my leg such night as this" This is not what Callahan said; 1t is merely printable paraphrase of his rejoinder.
 M'Tosh shook his head. He was hold-over from the Loring adminis- tration, not because his place was not worth taking, but because as yet no political heeler had turned up with the requisite technical ability to hold it.
 'I don't blame you for cussing it out" he said; and the saying of it was a mark of the relaxed discipline which was creeping into all branches of the service. .Mr. Loring's car is anybody's private wagon these days. Can you make your time with herr"
 Not on yer life," Callahan growled. "Is it the ovid potgutted thafe iv rayceiver that's in herr"
 Yes; with Gov. Bucks and party of his friends. take it you ought to feel honored."
 Do I?" snapped Callahan. 'ff I don't make thim junketers think they're in the scuff iv cyclone whin I get thim on the crooks beyant Dolores ye can gimme time, Misther M'Tosh. Where do I get shut iv thim?"
 At Agua Caliente. They are going to the hotel at Breezeland, suppose. There is your signal to pull out"
 Breezeland Inn, the hotel al Agua Caliente, is a year-round resort for asthmatics and other health seekers. with a sanatorium annex which util- izes the waters of the warm springs for therapeutic purposes. But during the hot months the capital and the plains cities to the eastward send their quota of summer idlers and the. house fills to its capacity.
 It was for this reason that hr. Brcokes 0rmsby. looking for con- fortable resort to which he nigh; take Mrs. Brentwood and her daughters for an outing, hit upon the expedient Of going first in person to Breezeland, partly to make sure of accommoda- tions and partly to check up the at fractions of the place against pie turesque descriptions in the advertise ments.
 When he turned out of his sleeper in the early morning at Agua Caliente station. car Naught-seyen had been thrown in on a siding a little farther up ts. line. and Ormsby recognized the burly person of the governor and the fiorid face and pursy figure of the receiver. in the group of men crossing from the private car to the waiting inn tally-ho. Being a seasoned trav- eIer, the ciubman lost no time in ind ing the station agent
 Isn't there same way you can get me up to the hotel before that crowd reaches7" he asked. adding: "In make it worth your while"
 The reply efaced the necessity for haste.
 The inn auto will be down in feS minutes. and you can go up in that. Naught-seven brought Gov. Bucks and the receiver and their party. and they're going down to Megilp. the min ing camp on tn. other side of the state line. They've chartered the tally-ho for the day
 orusby vaI;sd. and . little later vas uhisked sway 10 the hotel fn the ton