The Havre herald. [volume] (Havre, Mont.) 1904-1908, 1907-04-12

/ west Lllu Auu we thought we were.
/ Sitting in the dispatcher's office, we
tagged her down the line like swal-
low-Harvard. Oxford. GAINESVILLE, Ash
ton-and a thousand people at the Nc
/ Cloud station waited for o'clock and
for Foley's muddy cap to pop through
| the Blackwood bluffs, watched hins
stain the valley naples with a stream
of white and black, scream at the juno
| ton switches, tear and crash through
| the yards and slide kissing and pant
| ing up under our nose, swing out of
his cab and look at nobody at all but
his watch.
We made it $3.50 a. NJ, Central time;
the miles, 1856; the minutes, 121. The
schedule was beaten and that with the
1876 miles the fastest on the whole
1926. 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-
tendents office-he was done in
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 a new sky
scraper. the 500
But nobody paid much attention to
all this. The mob had swarmed around
the ratty, old, blind eyed baggage car
which, with an ordinary way car, con
stituted the McWilliams Special
"Now, what does 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
cup of hot coffee, Sinkers," suggested
Andy to the lunch counter boy. 'sYou
might get a ten dollar bill If the old
man isn't feeling too badly. What do
you hear from Denver, Neighbour he
asked, turning to the superintendent
Of motive power els the boy holding
out?"
"Im not worrying about the boy
holding out; it's whether the Fiye-Nine
will hold out"
"Aren't you going to change engines
and crews at Arickaree?"
"Not today said Neighbor grimly.
eve haven't time''
Just then Sinkers rushed at the bag
gage car with a cup Of hot coffee for
Mr.. McWilliams. Everybody, hoping
to get a peep at the capitalist, made
way. Sinkers climbed over the train
chests which were dashed to the plat
forms and pounded on the door. He
pounded hard, for he hoped and be-
lieved that there was something in it.
But he might have pounded till his
coffee froze for all the impression it
made on the sleepy McWilliams.
Hasn't the man trouble enough
without tackling your chicory?" sang
out Felix Kennedy, and the laugh so
Sinkers that he gave over
and sneaked away.
At that moment the editor of the To-
cal paper came around the depot cor
ner on the run. He was out for an in
terview and, as usual, just trifle late.
he insisted on boarding the
baggage car to tender his sympathy to
The barbados bothered him, but he
mounted them all and began an emer-
gency pound ON the forbidding blind
door. Imagine his feelings when the
door was gently opened by sad eyed
man, who opened the ball by showing a
rifle as big as a pinch bar under the
editorial nose
"My grief, Mr. McWilliiams," pro-
tested the interviewer in a trembling
voice, ''don't imagine I want to hold
you up. Our citizens are all peacea-
ble"--
"Get out!''
"Why, man, I'm not even asking for
"Get out!' snapped the man with the
gun, and in a foam the newsman
climbed down. A curious crowd gath
cred close to hear an editorial version
of the Ten Commandments revised on
the spur Of the moment. Felix Ken
uCuS Sd1S IL was =" SolAS l1I1lCo "
hear. "That's the coolest deal ever
struck on the plains, boys" declared
the editor. "Talk about your bereav-
ed parents. If the boy doesn't have
chill when that man reaches him
miss my guess. He acts to me as if
he was afraid his grief would get
away before he got to Denver"
Meantime George Sinclair was ty-
ing silk handkerchief around his
neck, while Neighbor gave him part
ing injunctions. AS he put up his foot
to swing into the cab the boy looked
for all the world like jockey, toe in
stirrup. Neighbor glanced at his watch.
"Can you make it by II o'clock" he
growled.
"Make what?"
"Denver."
"Denver or the ditch, Neighbour"
laughed George, testing the air. care