Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-02-20

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mechanics cap. but
the big-boned. thin-faced young man
who was jabbing the snout Of the oil can
into the vitals Of the ten-wheeler had
missed it. His overalls, which were as
much too large circumferentially as they
were lacking in length. were innocent ct
soap and water: his jumper was little
more than greasy rag. and to complete
the motley, he was wearing a cap which
was the latest wrinkle in golf headgear.
Vice President Lockhart's private car.
Nadia was coupled in the rear of No.
+. and at the breakfast-station stop three
members of the party. Miss Lockhart, the
vice president and Mr.. Bainbridge Brock
ton. had descended to take the fresh
morning air on the platform. After few
turns up and down beside the Nadia
Miss Althea had said: Il want to see the
engine: don't you know j always want to
see the engine?" And so the three of
them had walked up the long platform.
clear now of the scurrying throngs ut
breakfast seekers. to where the big engine
stood throbbing and shuddering prepara-
tory to it's plunge into the tunnel-like
gateway of Gringo canyon.
This was the way Miss Lockhart came
to see OrInan. In the ordinary course Of
Things he would scarcely have had q,
second glance Of hers but with such
intention in mind the peppcry vice presi-
dent stood his friend. Maj. Lockhart had
been known to have a flagman called
down for the lack of button on his
uniform; ecd Orman's ill-fitting over
clothes. the oil. the coal smut and the
parti-colored golf cap aroused his ire.
'Har' he snorted. II wonder how
long Hoskins has been putting rousta bouts
in charge of his first-class trains?"
There was a moment of fuse-fizzing
silence, In which Brockton, decently re-
luctant to witness the shamirg of fell
low man. turned away. Miss Althea stood
her ground. hoping that the engineer had
not bul II "dS Sdiu VI tic NlCo
president that his rapiers were all broad
swords
Yes, I mean you he rasped. when
Orman Strengthened up and faced him.
You are disgrace to the service-a
harlequin. sir. There is no excuse for the
engineer Of a passenger train masquerad-
ing as roundhouse wiper. Report to Mr..
Hoskins when you get in. and say to him.
with my compliments. that the auditing
department will approve voucher for a
box of soap and supply of wash buckets
for the use of the companys enginemen."
''Oh. uncle,' said Athea. under her
breath: and her visible distress changed
tie engineers scowl of resentment into
shame-faced grin
I'm afraid l do look rather tough" he
admitted. good naturedly. And there Is
no excuse. as you say. I'll report to Mr..
Hoskins-and mention the box Of SOAP
Althea was watching him narrowly as
lie spoke with her woman's heart full Of
sympathy. She was not of those who be-
lieve that all the finer feelings arc monop-
olized by the leisure classes, and she was
generously indignant.
Nov. II there be women whom emotion
mars-and their name is multiple Of all
the others-there are few whose charms
are heightened thereby. Miss Althea was
one of the few; and Brockton, who had
reattached himself to the group, thought
he hod har h.o
tful Also. 1t disturbed him a little to re-
7ect that the exciting cause was an up
Fash Of womanly sympathy for an un-
washed workingman. As he knew to his
own discontinue. Miss Lockhart had an
exaggerated respect for men who had
work to do and did it. 1t was clearly the
moment for diversion, and he made one.
We are due to leave. major" he said.
consulting his watch. Don't you think
we'd best be getting back to the CARP
For the first few miles the canyon
storming Miss Althea sat with Brocktou's
cousin. Alicia, behind the broad windows
in the observation end of the Nadia"
watching the cliffs and peaks swing right
and left with tho curves ard thinking
pointedly of q small dilemma.
The outing trip. which was now three
days old, and which was to pause in
definitely at Cndercliff Inn, a summer re-
sort In the heart of the main range had
not been. nor did 1t promise to be. an