The Democrat-sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1906-1935, 1908-05-07

again." she asked, as the two shook
hands heartily.
"Of course you think SO! Most any
woman would enjoy this spruce young
chap. Never mind the old man. Vim
cent. don't blame you. She's a pret-
ty nice sort of an old girl. isn't she?
I'm in love with her myself. L"
George, you've twisted your tie.
Let me change it," Mrs. Harmon in
terrupted rising to adjust the knot
under the fat, shaven chin, giving 1t
tender pat or two for a finsh Il do
wish you'd get you man; or--let me
help you
"a mani" he snorted. When | can't
dress myself to suit you, madam, III
resign! Blast all this toggery, any
how. Spike.tail coats, dinner in the
middle of the night Don't marry,
Vincent, or you'll be tied for life to
just such petticoat tyranny
"I've been accustomed to 1t in my
youth. sir all except dinner at night;
that's new to me-"
ITS the proper time to dine-at the
close of the day-the only time; when
there's leisure for guests, enjoyment
and digestion. AS for 'petticoat tyran-
n.y." Mrs. Harmon smiled indulgentiy,
what would the judges social position
be with no wife to manage him? why,
he'd 80 with one pump and boot TO
a ball. In a dres5ing-gown too, per-
haps, if some sane person didn't look
after him.
The judge flung her merry re-
joinder and turned kind eyes to Al
fred. Mother, the boys grown!
Why the>judge called his wife moth
or" was mystery to their friends.
The more observant noticed that he
used the name only when moved;
seers read in it undying regret for the
son that came but never breathed.
Yes. it's true, Judge" Alfred ac-
knowledged 'In spite of hardship and
roughing it I've laid on flesh
The bell rang.
There are the rest of the diners!
Come on, Vincent, into the den with
me. There'll be time for good talk
before the madam's train and Toy are
ready for dining-room conjunction.
want to hear by eyewitness from the
Front
The two went into large rear room
overlooking the Bay, the Golden Gate,
Saucelito struggling down the Marin
county hills to the shore, Tamalpais
and all the rest of the blue and golden
brown panorama unrolled before them
in eternal beauty.
Alfred declined cigars, but the judge
smoked serenely, quite Indifferent to
the nearing dinner hour.
Tell me, how's the iron horse race
coming on out there in the sage-brush?
Crocker and Gregory getting in on the
last heat?'
Yes, sir; they're making fair time,
Alfred replied. "They expected to be
at Salt Lake City in the spring, but
they've had to change the route, you
know, to the north end of the lake."
Yes; on account of the great
swamps, they said. Was that neces-
sary? 1t cuts out pile of good ter
ritory"
detour would carry the road far out of
line, and take too long. Our company
has already Tapped the Union Pacific
grade; still, it is uphill work; they
can't build as fast as they ought
THE refusal of the government to
accept that 100 miles of Union Pacific
road will delay them; I'm glad of
that"
But it hasn't Those people are
rushing right along, regardless of
Uncle Sans disapproval"
Our folks surprised those u. p.
chaps some, | expect, when we caught
up with their west section of grade.
What possessed the Union Pacific peo-
pie to begin grading as far west as
Humboldt Wells? They're poor cal
culators.'
There's a secret about that, sir.
Did Mr.. Crocker never tell you of Mr..
Gregory's understudy?"
"Understudy? What of him."
Last autumn, when our people were
pegging along near Winnemucca
stranger came to Gregory wishing to
study railroading at its latest and
best; said he was contemplating an
Oregon enterprise; completely fooled
the old man"
Fooled Gregory" The judges laugh
shook him as craft tossed by high
wind.
Yes, sir. The fellow was U. p.
spy. He went back by way of San
Francisco and the lsthmus, and told
his people we couldn't get to Salt
Lake before II. You should have
heard Gregory's remarks. Good for
Indigestion"
But how came the spy to be so out
of reckoning" asked the judge, grin
ming appreciatively,
Based his calculations on the Pal
isade tunnel. That would have taken
a good year"
And our folks changed their minds
and walked around it. Bully. What
does Gregory say now?"
"Oh, that's history to him. He's
busy driving his white men and
Chinese like modern Pharaoh"
by hokey 1t was lucky for us, that
brag Durrant made"
"Durrant?" Alfred questioned alb
sently. His mind was wandering with
Stella in the past, her memory wildly
aroused by Mrs, Harmon's description
of her protegee,
Yes Didn't you hear of it? Vice
President Durrant of the Union Pacific
telegraphed Stanford this: If we lay