The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1912-07-03
Copyright. i0ii. By n. K. Fly 90.
CHAPTER XXI.
In the Smoking Room.

Oue VI tue great ludl-Ntilllus-NiS
family Perhaps IT was to the credit
of the Englishman that he missed the
point OF this story, even though Jim.
mic Wellington cav II through his fog,
and DR.. Temple turned red and buried
his eyes in the eminently respectable
pages of the Scientific American.
Ashton and Wellington and Fosdick
exchanged winks over the Britisher's
stare Of incomprehension, and Ashton
explained It to him again in words of
one syllable, with signboards at all
the different spots.
Finally a CLEAN of understanding
broke over Wedgewoods face and he
tried to justify his delay.
"Oh, yes, of cawse / see ii now. Yes,
I rather fancy | get you. It's awfully
good, isn't it? | think | should have
got 1t before but I'm not really my.
self; for two mawnings l haven't had
my tub"
Wellington shook with laughter: eff
you're like this now, what will you be
when you get to Sin san frasco-I
mean Frinsansisco-well, you know
what mean"
Ashton reached round for the cleo
trio button as if he were comforting a
favor: "The drinks are on you
Wedgewood. I'll ring" And he rang
"Awf'lly kind of you," said Wedge
wood, "but how do you make that
out?"
"The man that misses the point,
pays for the drinks" And he rang
again. Wellington protested.
But I've jolly we'll paid for all the
drinks for two days"
Wellington roared: That's another
point you've missed" And Ashton
rang again, but the pale yellow indi'
vidual who had always answered the
bell with alacrity did not appear.
where's that Internal buffet waiter?'
grumbled.
Wedgewood began to litter. eve
were out of Scotch. so l sent him for
some more"
"When?"
1.-TWO stations back. fancy we
must have left him behind"
well, why in thunder didn't you
say so?" Ashton roared.
at quite escaped my mind" Wedge.
wood grinned. Rather good joke Oh
you fellows, what?"
well, don't see the point" Ash.
ton growled, but the triumphant Eng.
lishman howled; That's where you
pay!"
Wedgewood had his laugh to him.
self, for the others wanted to murder
him. Ashton advised a lynching, but
the conductor arrived on the scene in
time to prevent violence.
Fosdick informed him of the ire
trievable loss of the useful buffet wait.
er. The conductor promised to get
another at Ogden.
Ashton walled: Have we got to
sit here and die of thirst till them"
The conductor refused to back up
for a coon," but offered to send in a
sleeping-car porter as a 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 the state
line of dear old Utah?"
Dear old Utah" the conductor
grinned. Wed "a been there already
If we hadn't "a fell behind a little"
Just my luck TO be late" 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: yes. but-funny how things
have changed. When we started, no.
body was speaking TO anybody except
his wife, now"
Nov" said Ashton, drily, every
body's speaking to everybody except
his WIFE"
you're wrong there" Little jim
ME interrupted. 81 wasn't speaking
ME interrupted. 81 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"
"A queen among women, we know!
Dry up" said Ashton, and then they
heard the Querulous voice of the por'
Ner of their sleeping car: Il tell you
Itdon't know nothin' about the buffet
business"
The conductor pushed him in with
gruff command. Crawl in that cage
and get busy"
Still the porter protested: "Mista
Pullman engaged me for a sleepin
car, not a drinkin car. I'm berth
maker, not a mixer" He cast a re
sentful glance through the window
that served also as a bar. and his
whole tone changed: Say, is you
goin' to allow me loose amongst al
you do, can't guarantee my con
duck."N
them beautiful bottles? Say, man. 4
IF you even sniff one of those bot
Ties" the conductor warned him. IT
craok A ovar yOur head