The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1912-05-01
CHAPTER XIV.
Tho, Train nuteher.

< Mallory was dragging out a miser.
able existence with companion who
yas neither$mAid wife, nor widow
and to whom he !Tasine neither bachelor.
husband. nortreliet, -
S They we're suffering brain.fag from
their one topic OF conversation. and
heart.fag from rapture deferred. Mar.
1orie had pretended to take a nap
and Mallory had pretended that he
would leave her for her own sake.
Their contradictory chains were be-
ginning to gall.
Mallory sat In the smoking, room.
and threw aside a half-finished cigar
Life was indeed nauseous when to.
bacco turned rank on his lips. He
watched without interest the stupen.
dous scenery whirling past the train;
granite rayines. Internal grotesques
OF architecture and diablerie, the
Giants Teapot, the DEVILS Slide, the
Pulpit Rock. the Hanging Rock,
splashes Of mineral color, as II titanic
Spaint pots had been spilled or flung
iagainst the cliffs, sudden bushes OF
green plne-worlds, dreary grayeyards
of sand and sagebrush, mountain
streams In frothiug panics.
+ His faded soul could not respond to
any of these thrillers, the dime.nov.
els and melodrahlatic third.acts OF ma.
ture. But with the arrival OF a train.
boy who had got ON at Evanston with
"a batch OF Salt Lake City newspa.
pers, he woke a little. 3: I
The other men came trooping
round, like sheep at q herd.boy's
whistle or chickens when a pan OF
grain Is brought into the yard. The
train butcher" had nasal sing.song &,
Fsbut his strain might have been the
Pied Piper's tune emptying Hamelin
of Its grown.ups. The charms OF fir
tation, matrimonial bliss and fem
mime beauty were forgotten, and the
males fiocked to the delights OF stock
market reports. political or racing or
dramatic or sporting or criminal
news. Even Ashton braved the eyes
of his fellow men for the luxury OF
burying his nose in fresh paper.
Papers, gents? Yes? MOI" the
train butcher chanted. salt Lake pa
pers. Ogden papers, all the latest pa
pers, comic papers, magazines, pc
riodicals."
Here, boy,p said Ashton. swapping
his fingers. whats the latest New
York paper?"
Last sat'day's."
six days old? Tread that before /
left New York. Well. give me that
Salt Lake paper. 1t has yesterdays
sstock market, suppose" - r.
! Yes, sir" He passed over the
isheet and made change. without abat.
Ing his monody: Papers. gents. Yes?
No? Salt Lake, pa" -
"Whash latesh from Chicago?" said
Wellington.
Mondays"
81 read that before-that breakfast
began" laughed Little Jimmie. well,
give me Salt Lake Bazoo. 1t has bashe.
ball news, ! s'pose."
Yes. sir" the butcher answered.
and his tone grew re-erent as he
said: 1.-THE Giants won.i Mr.. Mattyson
was pitching. Papers. gents. all the
latest papers, magazines, periodicals.
Wedgewood extended a tangufd
hand: Whats the latest issue OF the
London Times?"
Never heard Of It."
Wedgewood almost tainted, and re-
turned to his Baedeker OF the United
States. :
DR.. Temple summoned the lad: II
don't suppose you have the Ypsllanti
Eagle?"
The butcher regarded him with pity.
and shifted: 81 carry, newspapers, not
poultry"
We'll. give me the" he saw a
pink weekly OF rather picturesque ap.
pearance, and the adventure attracted
him. "Ill take this-also the Out
Look He folded the pink within the
green. and entered into new and
startling world-a sort OF journalistic
stunning tour.
Give me any old thing" said MAI
Tory, and flung open an Ogden jour
nal till he found the sporting page,
where his eyes frightened. by jove.
a. ten-inning game! Matthewson in
the box!"
Globe Continues Tomorrow.)
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