The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-12-19

sch. for the ssAers wanted 10 murder
him. Ashton advised q lynching, but
the conductor arrived ON the scene tn
time to prevent violence.
Fosdick informed him Of the IRE
trievable loss Of the useful buffst wait
er. The conductor promised b get
another at Ogden.
Ashton walled: Have we got 10
sit here and die Of thirst till then?"
The conductor refused to back up
for coon," but offered to send in
sleeping-car porter as = temporary
substitute.
As he started to go. Fosdick, who
had been necessarily consulting his
watch, checked him to ask: "Oh, con-
ductor, when do we get to tho state
line Of dear old Utah?"
Dear old Utah." the conductor
grinned. WED a been there already
If we hadn't a. fell behind little"
"Just my luck to be lata." Fosdick
moaned.
What you so anxious to be in
Utah for. Fosdick?" Ashton asked, sus-
piclously. "You go on to Frisco. don't
you?"
Fosdick was evidently confused at
the direct question. He tried to
dodge It: eyes, but-funny how things
have changed. When we started, no
body was speaking to anybody except
his wife. now"
Now" said Ashton. drily, "every.
body's speaking to everybody except
his wife,
you're wrong there" Little jim
mic Interrupted. II wasn't speaking
to my wife in the first place. We got
on as strangersh and we're strangersh
yet. Mrs. Well'n'ton is a"
Dry up" said Ashton, and then they
heard the querulous voice Of the por-
ter of their sleeping car: II tell you.
don't know nothin' about the buffet
business"
The conductor pushed him in with
a gruff command. Crawl in that cage
and get busy
"Still the. Porter protested: "Mista
Pullman engaged me for q sleepin'
car, not a drinkin' car. I'm a berth
maker, not a mixer" He cast re-
sentful glance through the window
that served also as bar, and his
whole tone changed: "Say, Is you
goin' to allow me loose amongst all
them beautiful bottles? Say, man, II
you do, I can't guarantee my con-
duck"
IF you even sniff one of those bot
ties" the conductor warned him, "l'll
crack it over your head"
"That won't worry me none-as
long as my mouf's open." He smarked
his chops over the prospect of init
macy with that liquid treasury.
"Lordy! Well, I'll try to control my
emotions-but remember. don't guar
antee nothin'."
The conductor started to 60, but
paused for final instructions: "And
remember-after We get to Utah We
} can't serve any hard liquor at ALL
whats that? Don't they low moth.
in in that old Utah but icecream
} soda?"
That's about all. If you touch a
OAOpD IL ASdVO yOu III OIoA wi AAC'
"Oh, Lordy, I'll be good!"
The conductor left the excited black
, and went his way. Ashton was the
first to speak: "say, Porter. can you
mix drinks?"
The porter ruminated, then con
fessed: well. not on the outside, no
sir. II you-all Is thirsty you better or
der the simplest thinBs you can think
Of. II you want to coulnand anything
fancy. Lord knows WHAT you'd get
supposin' you was to say. Gimme q
Tom Collins I'd be just as liable al
not to pass you Jack Johnson"
well, can you open beer?"
"Oh, I'm a natural born beer
opener"
, Rush it out then. My threat is az
full of alkali dust as these windows
The porter soon appeared with 6
tray full Of cotton-topped glasses The
day was hot and the alkali dust eexy
oppressive, and the beer was cold. DR.
Temple looked on it when 1t was am
t Der, and suffered himself to be hulliet
! into taking a glass.
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