Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1912-01-03
On
Their WAY

There's man on earth whom I'm
hoping to meet some day" unused
the girl who likes to talk. He's the
president of railroad. l don't care
so much about merely seeing him as
l do about conversing with him
should be satisfied with saying
few things to him over the telephone
If couldn't do any better!
1T isn't that l want to rage at him.
l want merely to assure him that ]
am flied with the deepest admiration
for any human being with nerve as
colossal and a contempt for his fellow
man as sublime as are his!
He runs the railroad which is the
only means of getting out Of my sum
mer resort All during the season
heard vague rumOrs and rumblings
of discomfort from the floating popu-
lation at the inn, who, Of course, were
obliged to escape by rail In an in
dolent fashion I learned that nothing
ever occurred on that road in the
way that it should People rather
inferred that the train crews sat up
nights planning new and ingenious
ways to upset the schedule and keep
people waiting.
ITO be sure, it was annoying to
have to take a train at II o'clock at
night, but we got 20 the village by
dark and had our dinner. The bus
left at for the station a mile away,
so we went in it. Three of us could
. kill time easily, we said, We sur
, vived the blighting depression of the
village station for half an hour and
then we took a walk. 1t began to
rain.
"On going back we heard the bag
gageman saying that the train was
forty minutes late, but that a sleeper
would run down from somewhere else
| earlier and we could get aboard that
and be picked up later by the train
In half an hour the report was that
the sleeper was delayed by sand
I slide on the track. We had talked all
we knew and were getting to the
| point where we eyed each other with
growing dislike.
| "A
added to the joys of the evening be-
cause If one child cried all the rest
piped up, and if they all stopped l
think she must have pinched them to
start them up again.
Then Harry Gilfist burst in upon
| his wife and me to report a lunch
room a block away. We fled to it.,
and started in on ham sandwiches to
| kill time. We ate sandwiches with
deadly seriousness, and then we be-
I gan on the Gagged apple pie and the
| petrifed doughnuts Harry reported
! that the main train was two hours
! lase now, because of a washout.
, The rain, poured down. The sta
! ton agent slept on the table. The
| baggageman said terrible things out
! loud to himself and demanded to
1 know how any man could live on four
hours sleep a day and why was a
railroad anyhow? Mrs. Gilfist and
sat hunched up in a dry corner and
yawned and Strengthened our hair
/ irritably, 'Whadyu say?'
! Down the track two men were
i carrying lanterns close to the ground
in a wayering way. 'Wha-they doing
Mrs. Gilfst demanded, GROSSLY.
They're searching for the train. my
dear told her soothingly. They
! think maybe they'll find it slipped
down a crack where the rails join.
Don't be silly she snapped. I shall
die if can't go to sleep And the
rain poured down in the miserable
black silence. We could hear the
agent snore.
There isn't any train, there never
was a train and there never will be a
i train on this line. Harry Gilfist
chanted mournfully. They put up
this station just as an ornament and
added the ticket agent for touch of
realism If he had Gothic nose.
now
THE sleeper1l get here at 2
o'clock, they report said the desper-
ate baggageman. 'Ill resign tomor-
row.
land we have to get up at g. said
Mrs. Gilfist, hollowly. oh. how those
ham sandwiches made me feel!'
"At 10 minutes after a train am
bled in from somewhere, and, Keeling
from WEAKNESS, we dashed to the
sleeper end of It, 4 wish | owned
this road, I confided to the Pull