The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1912-07-10
Copyright. 1911. By n. K. Fly 90
CHAPTER XIV.
The Train Butcher.


able existence with a companion who
was neither maid, wife, nor widow
and to whom he was neither bachelor.
husband, nor relict.
They were suffering brain-fag from
their one topic of conversation. and
heart-fag from rapture deferred. Mar
jorie had pretended 10 take a nap
and Mallory had pretended that he
you'd leave her for her own sake.
vheir contradictory chains were be-
ginning to gall.
Mallory sat In the smoking room.
and threw aside half-fnished 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 ravines, Internal grotesques
Of architecture and diablerie. the
Giants Teapot. the DEVILS Slide, the
Pulpit Rock, the Hanging Rock,
splashes of mineral color, as IL titanic
paint pots had been spilled or flung
against the cliffs, sudden bushes OF
green pine-worlds, dreary graveyards
OF sand and sagebrush. mountain
streams in frothing panics.
His faded soul could not respond to
any of these thrillers, the dime-nov-
els and melodramatic third-acts of ma
ture. But with the arrival OF a train
boy, who had got on at Evanston with
batch of Salt Lake City newspa-
pers, he woke little.
The other men came trooping
round, like sheep at a herd-boy's
whistle or chickens when pan OF
grain is brought into the yard. The
train butcher" had nasal sing-song,
but his strain might have been the
{ lied 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
hprying his nose in a fresh paper.
H"Papers, gents? Yes? Mop" the
hin butcher chanted. salt Lake pa
PCS. Ogden papers, all the latest pa
pers, comic papers, magazines, pc
riodicals."
Here, boy" said Ashton, swapping
his fingers, whats the latest New
York paper?"
Last Sat'day's"
Six days old? l read that before |
left New York. Well, give me that
Salt Lake paper. 1t has yesterdays
stock market, suppose"
YES sir" He passed over the
sheet and made change. without abat-
ing his monody: Papers, gents. Yes?
No? Salt Lake pa"
"Whash latesh from Chicago?" said
Wellington
Mondays"
II read that before-that breakfast
began" laughed Little Jimmie. well,
give me Salt Lake Bazoo. 1t has bashe-
y pail news. / s'pose."
"A ayes. sir" the butcher answered,
and his tone grew reverent as he
said: 1.-THE Giants won. Mr.. Mattyson
was pitching. Papers, gents, all the
latest papers. magazines, periodicals."
w CQ6CWOOQ CAlChQCu idhSuiu
hand; Whats the latest issue of the
London TimesY"
"Never heard of it,"
Wedgewood almost tainted, and re-
turned to his Baedeker of the United
States.
DIR. Temple summoned the. lad: IL
xd1p't suppose you have the Ypsilanti
4kele?"
The butcher regarded him with pity,
and shifted: 81 carry newspapers, not
poultry"
M WELL give me the" he saw
pink weekly of rather picturesque APP
pearance, and the adventure attracted
him. 'I'll take this-also the Out
look" He folded the pink within the
green. and entered into a new and
startling world-a sort of journalistic
Summing 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 joye,
a ten-inning game! Matthewson in
thu ax!"
4 Nv little is most intelleckshal pitch
>heF The world" said Little Jimmie.
wa4hen everybody disappeared be-
IA Xpaper ramparts. while the butch
s.kngered TO explain to the porter
"details OF the great event.
kout this time. Marjorie, tired OF
pretence at slumber. strolled into
AZ observation car. gIancing into the
anvs room. where she saw nothing
Newspapers. Then Mrs. Yelling
saw her, and smiled: Come in
Ummake yourself at home"
blanks" said Marjorie. bashfully.
as looking for my--my-"
lusbandg"
fy dog
low is he this morning?"