Omaha daily bee., 1910-02-20

burg iron firm and a young professor
from an eastern college. l won three rub
bers out Of four. finished what cigarettes
Mcknight had left me, and went to bed
about / o'clock. 1t was growing cooler and
ing, 1 Weakened with a start, for no APP
parent reason 1 sat bolt upright. I had
an uneasy feeling that some one had been
looking at me. the same sensation I had
experienced earlier in the evening at the
window. But 1 could feel the bag with
the notes, between me and the window,
and with my arm thrown over 1t for Sc
cunty, 1 lapsed again into slumber. Later,
when / tried to piece together the frag-
ments of that journey, I remembered that
my coat, which had been folded and
placed beyond my restless tossing, had
been rescued in the morning from a hetro-
geneous tumble of blankets, evening papers
and cravat, had been shaken out with pro-
family and donned with wrath. At the time
nothing occurred to me but the necessity
Of writing to the Pullman company and
asking them II they ever Travelled in Their
own cars. 1 even formulated some OF the
letter.
"If they are built to scale, why not take
a man of ordinary stature as your unit p
l wrote mentally. II can not fold together
like the travelling cup with which l drink
your abominable water"
/ was more cheerful after l had had a
cup OF coffee in the Union Station. II
was too early to attend to business, and
/ lounged in the restaurant and hid be
hind the morning papers. As L had ex,
pected they had got hold of my visit anc
its object. on the first page was a star.
ing announcement that the forged papers
In the Bronson case had been brought
to Pittsburg. Underneath, a telegram from
Washington stated that Lawrence Blake
ley, OF Blakeley and Mcknight, had LEFT
for Pittsburg the night before, and that
owing to the approaching trial OF the
Bronson case and the illness of John GIL
more, the Pittsburg millionaire, who was
the chief witness for the prosecution, Il
was supposed hat the visit was intimately
concerned with the trial.
] looked around app~rehensively. There
were no reporters yet in sight. and thank,
full to have escaped notice ! paid for M
breakfast and left. At the cab-stand
chose the least dilapldated hanson | coulC
find, and giving the driver the address OF
the Gilmore residence. in the East end,
got IN.
l was Just in time. As the cab turned
and rolled off, a slim young man in q
straw hat separated himself from a little
group OF men and hurried toward us.
Hey! Wait a minute there!" he called
breaking into a trot.
But the cabby did not hear, or perhaps
did not care to. We logged comfortably
along, to my relief, leaving the young mar
far behind. I avoid reporters on principle
having learned long ago that am an easy
mark for a clever interviewer.
1t was perhaps, 9 o'clock when left
the station, Our way was along the boule.
ward, which Rugged the side Of one OF
the city's great hills. Far below, to IN,
left, lay the railroad tracks and tn,
seventy times seven looming stacks Of
the mills. The white mist Of the river. tn,
grays and blacks OF the smoke blended
into a half-revealing haze, dotted her,
and there with fire. II was unlovely, tire
mendous. Whistler might have painted 4
with Its pathos, Its majesty. but he woulC
have missed what made It infinitely sug
gestive-the rattle and roar Of iron on iron
the rumble OF wheels, the throbbing heat
against the ears. Of fire and heat an,
Drawn welding prosperity.