La Junta tribune., 1907-08-10
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low-Harvard. oxford. GAINESVILLE, Ash
ton-and n thousand people AT the Nc
Cloud station waited Tor q O'Clock and
,or Foley's muddy cap 10 pop through
,he Blackwood bluffs. watched him
stain the valley naples with II stream
Of white and black. scream NJ the juno
tion 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 ut ull but
his watch.
We made 1t $50 n. m. Central time;
the miles. 1876: the minutes. l2l. The
schedule was beaten and that with the
1876 miles the fastest on the whole
l.o26 Everybody In town yelled ex-
cept Foley. He asked for Il chew Of
tobacco and. not getting one handily.
bit into his own piece
While Foley melted his weed George
Sinclair stepped ont OF the superin-
tendent's office-he WAS done In
black silk shirt. with blue four-in-
hand streaming over his front-steppesi
out to shake hands with Foley rs one
hostler got the 466 out OF the way and
another backed down with 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 ear. con
stituted the McWilliams Special.
Now. what does man with Nc
Williams money want to travel spe.
ciai 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 "Yon better take him In
cup OF hot coffee. Sinkers." suggested
Andy to the lunch counter hoy. you
might get n ten dollar bill II the old
man isn't feeling too badly. What do
you hear from Denver. Neighbour" he
asked. turning to the superintendent
OF motive power. rs the boy holding
out?"
III" not worrying about the boy
holding out: It's whether the Five Nine
will hold out
Aren't you going to change engines
and crews Mt Arlckaree?''
Not today said Neighbor grimly.
1--WE haven't time"
Just then Sinkers rushed nj the bag
gage ear with II cup OF hot coffee for
Mr.. McWillinms. Everybody, hoping
to get peep Mt the capitalist. made
way. Sinkers climbed over the train
chests which were iashed to the plat
forms and pounded on the door. He
pounded hard. for he hoped and be-
lleved that there was something in 1t.
But he might have pounded till his
coffee, froze for all the Impression 1t
made on the sleepy McWilliams.
Hasn't the man trouble enough
without tackling your chicory?" sang
out Felix Kennedy. and the laugh 80
diseoura ge,i 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 n trifie late.
However, he insisted on boa riding the
baggage ear to tender his sympathy to
Mcwillams
The barrIcades bothered him. but he
mounted them all and began nm emer
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 n pinch bar under the
editorial nose.
"My grief Mr. McWilliiams." pro-
tested the interviewer In 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
a subscription. simply went to ten
"Get out" snapped the man with the
gun. and In 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
nedy said 1t was worth going miles to
hear. "Thats the coolest deal ever
struck on the plains. boys" declared
the editor Talk about your bereav-
ed parents II the boy doesn't have
chill when that man reaches him
miss my guess. He acts to me as II
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 pnrt-
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 Mt his watch.
"Can you make 1t by II o'ciock?" he
growlcd.
"Nlake what!"
"Dcnvcr'
"Denver or the ditch. Nelghbor."
laughed George. testing the air. "Are
you right back there. Pat?" he called
as Conductor Francis strobe forward
to compare the mountain time.
Right and tight. and l call 1t five
two thirty now. What have you GeOr-