The Washington times., 1912-09-26

stantly under the fear that he viii DO
Mcsween is the veteran correspondent
aboard the coloners train. BY rights
his sprintinE days are over; his legs
rsndo; he 10 ample Of sirth and short
Of bellows; hts Eyeglasses jostle OF II
he gallops, and II 10 a tragedy Of travel
70 see his slightly gray locks bap-
Used py perspiratIon and slisteninE un-
pSysics Mi ssndic :nn' 80 much Tor eu''
At Mt. Zion the coioners train stop
ped at the fair grounds, which stood 400
yards from the track. McSween and
Charles Willis Thompson. the latter
himself. disdained automobiles and
walked over. Colonel Roosevelt ended
his speech abruptly, the automobiles
whisked away. The train had pulled up
70 the station. some distance ahead.
tied look and began to run. Cecil Lyon
stood on the rear Of the coloners car
and with ribald laughter. and hurry-up
shouts spurred on the faded runners.
as the train started. Twas a narrow
At Tucson the middie-ased Gus and
the youthful Eddie Underhili wandered
through the town and got lost. The
blew his whistle repeatedly and loudly.
Everybody was waiting. In speechless
fatigue the two tardy members of the
coloners party finally got aboard.
The memory. Of that footing whistle
Phoenix. Mcsween went uptown to get
thirty minutes use Of room with bath.
Water was q boon after the dusty
desert ride. Angus was splashing
water, there sounded the clarion call Of
a locomotive.
said Mcsween. remembering Tucson. A
rapidity than did Gus. As he grabbed
his collar and coat the engine gave
four terrific blasts. -
m.i,s have 20 Co. ss mat ssIe IN as
other. he dashed through the hotel
lobby. He hurtled down the street,
rounding first this corner and that. call
ing as he went. which way Is the sta
The. natives lined the streets and
watched. the stirring race. against time;
small boy ran up to take Gus
dangling grip. but our hero was nifty
speak. The natives began to laugh;
some OF them applauded, others yelled:
"He must not like this town."
On and on ran the coatless,, collsrless
Gus: Reaching the Roosevelt train, he
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leaned against the private. car.
I've run q mile" he said at last Ia
| a porter.
the unfeeling Ethiopian. Angus Nc
| Sween. veteran correspondent, giared at
him and sought the repose Of his berth
What was that engine blowing forT
he asked. q half hour later.
That was just a switch engine.
/ look at your watchr'
IT didn't have time. said the fabber.
gasted Mcsween. putting on his collar
Every time the colonel secs Angus
nowadays he asks II any new records
| have been made. But you can't hire
Nc to get more than 100 feet away from
the train unless there's an automobile
around.
Colonel Roosevelt Is. considerate Of
photographers, especially amateur
photographera When he spent tina,
quiet Sunday in Emporia, Kan. the
/ Bull Moose candidate walked down thu
/ street with William Allen White. II,
met two little girls. each with a kodak
| who wanted a snapshot. They wer,
| embarrassed and made q bad Job o.
getting the focus. Mr.. Roosevelt notes
their nervous fumbling Of the camera
He stopped. walked over to the girls
helped adjust the kodaks and ther
stepped on ten PAGES. The colone
looked his plea santest. and n II ISM
a good. picture us the caruera,s fault.