The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1909-11-21

..Likclv in nine. sir The darkv
was enjoying himself "'You and the
other gentleman lust got mixed in the
night. That's all, sir 1t was clear
that he thought | had been drinking.
drew long breath. OF course,
that was the explanation, That was
number seven S birth, that was his
soft hat. this his umbrella, his coat, his
bag. My rage turned 10 irritation at
myself
The porter went to the next berth
and I could bear his softly insinuatng
voice. ''1'imc TO get up, sir. Are
you awakcl Time 10 get mp,
There was no response from number
nine. | guessed that he had opened
the curtains aud was looking in. Then
be came back.
q" Number nine g empty he said.
Emptyl Do you mean my clothes
aren { thcro?'' [ demanded MY va
liseq Why don { you answer mel "
'9ou doan give me time, nc re-
tortcd 'There ain It nothln' there.
But it's been slept in. -
The disappointment was the greater
for my few moments of hope. j sat
up in white fury and put on the
clothes that had been left me, Then,
still raging, / sat on the edge of the
berth and put on the obnoxious tan
shoes The porter, called 10 his duties.
made ittlc excursions back 10 me, TO
offer assistance and TO chucklo at my
discontinue He stood by, outwardly
decorous. but with little irritating Grns
of amusement around his mouth, when
/ finally emerged with The red tie In
NJ hand
didu Z become them any more than you
lo.' lie said, as he piled the ubiquit'
Gus whisk broom.
''When get the owner of these
clothes, - | rctorted grimly. 'he Will
need a shroud Where the couduc
tor7'
The conductor was coming, he assured
me; also that there was no bag an
sweripg the description of mine on
the car. | slammed my way to the
dressing room, washed chokcd my III
teen and hall neck into fifteen
collar, and was back again in less
than FIVE minutes. The car. as well
rs It's occupants, was gradually tax
ing on daylight appearance. / hob
biod in, for one of the shoes was
abominably tight, and found myself
unforgetablc face. c'Three women al
ready Mcknight says: "That S go
ing some, even if you don g count the
Gilmore nlrse.P) She stood, half turn
cd toward nc, one hand idly dropping,
the other stcadying her as she gazed
out at the flying landscape. had an
instant impression that | had met her
somewhere, under different circumstan
ces, moro cheerful ones, | thought. Tor
the girl = detection now was evident.
Beside her. sitting down, small dark
woman considerably older. was talking
in a rapid undertone. The girl nodded
indiflerently now and then / fancicd,
although ] was not sure, that my ap-
pearance brought a startled look into
the Young woman s face, i sat down
and, hands thrust deep into the other
man S pockets, stared ruefully at the
other man s shoes.
The stage was set. In a moment the
curtain was going up on the first act
of the play. And for while we would
all say our speeches and sing our lit
tie songs, and ]. the villain. would hold
center stage while the gallery hissed.
The porter was standing beside lower
ten. He had reached in and was knock
ing valiantly. But his efforts met with
no response. He winked at me over
! his shoulder; then he unfastened the
curtains and bent forward Behind
him, | saw him stiffcn, heard his NUT
tered exclamation, saw the blush pal
lor that spread over his face and neck.
As be retreatcd a step the interior
of lower ten lay open TO the day.
The man in il was on his back, the
early morning sun striking full on his
upturned face But the light did not
disturb him. A small stain of red
dyed the front of his night clothes
and trailcd across the sheet: his half
open eyes were fixed without seeing
on the shining wood above.
I grasped the porter shaking shoul
ders and stared down TO where the
train impaired to the body grisly sug
cestion of motion. "Good Lord,
gasped ''The man S been murdered!