Arizona republican., 1912-01-08

take slow train. Ii left more than
an hour ahead OF the limited. paid its
respects at each hamlet, and finally
crawled into New York only fifteen
minutes ahead of the limited itself.
But every minute was worth dollars
and cents to the Office. Striving was
accustomed to fast trains and hated
slow ones, besides he was not in a
very amiable frame OF mind. He felt
overworked, below par.
D" Striving addressed the sta
ton porter who carried his bag.
"Sah?"
Striving regarded the man imper-
sonaliy. I'm tired. I'm sick of it."
Yes. sab. what seat did you all
have. sah?''
Seventeen" snapped Striving.
The negro led the way, deposited the
bag fussily and remained standing
nearby with the usual air of anxious
expectancy. His hopes gratified, he
expressed his thanks by a grinning
display of white teeth and touched
his cap. Striving flung his coat and
hat up in the rack overhead and
dropped into seat number seventeen.
Sick of it, sick OF it." he muir.
INJURED, "of the tight for money. /
never cared for il. anyhow"
The train started Striving was due
in New York at eleven. That after
noon he was 70 try disagreeable and
intricate case in the Surrogate Court
of Appeals. No one knew it better than
Striving. He diGn't feel up 10 it. but
he knew he would do it well. Every
one said he would do it wei That was
why the Office had sent him. What he
needed, be told himself. was a rest; a
good. long rest out of doors, away
from the sight of desk.
The train acquired speed and Striv-
ing watched the moving scene; ele-
waited trains that kept pace for awhile
and then little by little dropped be-
hind; smoEe-begrimed tenements. with
washings that swung in the November
breeze, between windows. from which
women scantily clad leaned. calling to
one another across dark areas which
the sun never penetrated; children
playing wildly al some game in the
streets and alleyways.
The city was left behind A row of
cheap suburban cottages followed.
each with its quarter acre of land.
Striving breathed more freely. They
were getting into the country. The
country, He had almost forgotten
what il looked like. A dog raced mad
ly toward the train,-pursued IL bark
ing. A factory came next. one entire
wall covered with huge letters in black
and white recommending well-known
morning after drug; then a corn
field, a meadow. silver brook, a post
and-rail fence, a ditch, an abandoned
race-rrack. the grand stand tumbling.
grass growing in the unused track
Striving noticed that a scrub game of
football was in progress in the ellpse
where once a steeplechase course had
hourished. His face clouded: he had
loved the sport once. He had done it
well they said. 1t was the only thing
Striving thought that he had ever
done really well.
The speed of the train increased. IL
passed rumblins over a trestle strad-
ding a small stream. On the opposite
bank leaves were burning. They made
a great glare even in the morning
light. Striving watched indifferently.
He was thinking OF the Surrogate
Court Of Appeals. In a meadow ahead
he saw a mare and foal drinking al 4
tiny stream OF clear water. who sud
denly as the roar of the train reached
them. tossed their heads high and went
galloping Off. nostrils dilated. names
and tails flying. Striving imagined he
could almost hear :hc thoroughbred
snort of mingled fear and rage. The
mare and foal were aristocrats. any one
could see that at q glance. In an in
slant they were lost.
Striving knew he ought to be going
over and over the printed brief in the
green bag al his side. What was that
the senior partner had said just as he
was leaving? What iCaS it? Striving
knitted his brows. Anyhow what diff
ference did it make? Oh. yes. now he
Striving" the senior partner had
in that perfectly arid.
bloOdless way of his. Striving. keep
one thing in mind. and that is that a
residuary devise. if it fails. goes in
testate Hammer EN-. Make EN- SCI
it. dye hear?"
Oh. yes. he heard. OF course. he'd
hammer EN-. But he couldn't help
OF that mare and foal by the
stream. The mare reminded him of
old Gypsy. How Gypsy could gallop!
They couldn't catch her once she got
well away.-and only fifteen one at
that,-hardly more than pony.
The train passed into broad, open
country Striving leaned back more
II was good 10 see the
great rolling fields checkered with we'll
kept stone walls and fences. He
jammed his heavy carry-all bag TO one
side and stretched his long legs past
the chair in front of him. Then he
yawned and continued 10 gaze at the
fast moving landscape a little visit
fully
Striving was your hard-bitter type.
born for the saddle. a nice depth of
chest, a narrow waist and lean. fiat