Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1906-06-20

INTO his corner OF the wooden Settie.
FtYou lissen at me; if that's the fact, I
rl telling you-all that every wheel
on this blame, hcodoced railroad is |
goin' to stop turnin' at L o'clock on |
the night before that notice tahes
hold
els Durgan with us?" asked Brod
rick
HES wit himself, as master me-
chanic shu'd be-" said Callahan. Sos
MTosh. But nayther wan mr. lt'other
av thim1l take thrain out whin the
strikes on. They're both Loring min"
AT the mention of Loring's name
Griggs looked up from the stick he
was whiting.
.s.No PROJECTS O. the Boston folks get
ting the road back again, l reckon"
hi remarked tentatively.
5.sYou should read dose Arkoos news
bapers; den you should know some
things alretty, ain'd it?" said FISCHER.
.Brodrick laughed.
EFF you see it in the papers, it's so,''
he quoted What the Argus doesn't
say would make a 'nough sight bigger
book than what it does. But I'VE been
kind o. watchin' that man Kent. He's
been hot after the major, right from
the Jump. You rec'lect what he said in
them Civic league talks O. his; said
these politicians had stole the road,
hide. hair an horns
:.I'm onto him." said Callahan.
'!'Tis a bird he is. Oleson was tell
ing me. The Scandinavian was thry-
i'll to get him down to CASTOR the day
they ray-ceivered us. Jarl says he
yint a mile a minut', an the little
Iaan never turned a hair
/ .''Is he here yet, or did he go back to
Gods country" asked Engineer Scott,
flaming from the cab window of the
1o31.
| Hes here and so is Mr.. Loring.
They're stopping at the Clarendon"
said Brodrick.
| "Then they haven't quit" drawled
briggs, adding: Il wonder if they have
d ghost of a show against the politi-
/ aals?'
| HAS anybody been to sea 'em?"
| asked Callahan.
/ D"There's notion for you, Scott ~
said Brodrick Scott was the presid-
/ ing officer in the B. of l.. E. local.
| 'sGet up a committee from the Fedora
| tive TO so and ask Mr. Loring if there S
| any use in our tryin' to hold on"
| !, Now it fell out that these things hap
/ bened on a day when the tide of re-
! trieval was at its lowest ebb; the day
namely, in which Kent had told Lorins
! l,o fn a
| fight to use the evidence against
Bucks as a lever to pry the Trans
| Western out of the grip OF the junto
1T befell, also, that it was the day
chosen by two other men, not members
of the labor unions, in which to cal
Upon the eX-manager; and Loring
found M'ToSh, the trainmaster, anC
Durgan, the master mechanic, waiting
for him in the hotel corridor when he
came in from late luncheon at the
Camelot club.
i: "Can you give us few minutes, Mr.
Loring?" asked M'Tosh, when Lorins
had shaken hands with them, not a!
subordinates.
| Surely. My time is not very valu
able. just at present. Come in and II
see if Mr.. Kent has left me any cigars.
Iii 'Humph!" said Durgan, when thu
n2-manager had gone into Kent's room
TO rummage for the smoke offering
Rand they give us the major in tn
splace of such man as that!'' with
Jerk of his thumb toward the door o
the bedroom.
"Come OFF, warned M'Tosh; "he'l
hear YOU And when Loring cam
back with the cigars there was dry hui
NOR in his eye.
/ You mustn't let your loyalty to tn
old guard get you into trouble with tn
receiver" he cautioned; and they bot
smiled
THE trouble hasn't waited for Oh
Infringing" said M'Tosh THAT is VIII
I'VE are here. Durgan has soured on hi
1iiob, and I'm more than sick of mine
hits hell, Mr.. Loring. l have been at
120 years, and l never saw such Graz
l,railroading in any one of Them"
Fad management, you mean?"
'Jj- BAD management at the top, an
a1irotten decentralization at the bottom a
lila natural consequence. We can't b
-jIsure OF getting a train out OF the yard
l.lEwithout accident. Dixon is as careful
lila man as ever stepped on an engine
! LAND he smashed farmers wagon an
al killed the farmer this morning within
III two train-lengthS of the shop juno
a tion.''
-ji Drunk" inquired the ex-managel
iii Never drop; Dixons prohibi
zionist, dyed in the wool. But jus
! before he took his. train, Halkett ha
-lhim in the sweat-box, lacking him u
) for not making his time. He cam
-ltout red in the face, jumped on his en-
cine and yanked the Flyer down tn
lizards 40 miles an hour
|, "And what is your trouble, Durgan?
1 asked Loring
:. Another side of the same thing
!. wrote Maj. Guilford yesterday, tell
ing him that six pit gangs. all tn