New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1912-06-19

and once more keeping aloot from
each other.
CHAPTER XIV.
The Train Butcher.
Mallory was dragging out q miser.
able existence with q 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 to take nap
and Mallory had pretended that he
would leave her for her own sake.
Their 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 If 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 q train.
boy, who had got on at Evanston with
q batch of Salt Lake City newspa-
pers, he woke q little.
The other men came trooping
round, like sheep at herd-boy's
whistle or chickens when q pan of
grain is brought into the yard. The
train butcher" had nasal sing-song.
but his strain might have been the
Pied 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 f1ocked to the delights of stock
market reports, political or racing or
dramatic or sporting or criminal
news. Even Ashton braved the eyes
Of hfs fellow men for the luxury OF
burying his nose in . fresh paper.
Papers, gents1 Yss9 Not" the
train butcher chanted. "salt Lake pa
pers. Ogden papers. all the latest pa
pers, comic pApefs. magazines, pc
riodicals."
Here. boy" said Ashton, mapping
his fingers. what's the latest New
York papsr1"
Last sat'day's."
'six days old3 I read that before
left New York. Well. give mo that
Salt Lake paper. It has yesterdays
stock market, ! suppose"
"Yes. SIR" He passed over the
sheet and made change. without sbat,
ing his moaody: Papers, gents. Yss1
Not Salt Lake pa"
'whash latesA nom Chieeso1' said
Wellington.
':Nonday's."
II read that before that brsakfast
bsea46h1l6khsd Little Jimmie. "Well.
givo me Salt Lake Basoo. Il has bashs.
ball news, I s'poss."
yes, dr." the butcher answered.
and his tone grew reverent % he
said: The Giants won. Mr.. Mattyson
Was pitching. Papers,. gents. oil the
latest papers. magazines. periodicals."
Wedgewood extended q languid
hand: whats the latest issue OF the
London Times?"
''Never heard Of it."
Wedgewood almost tainted, and re-
turned to his Raedeker of the United
States.
DR.. Temple summoned the lad: Il
don't suppose you have the Ypsilanti
Eagle?"
The butcher regarded him with pity,
and smiled: Il carry newspapers, not
poultry" ~
well, give me the" he saw
pink weekly of rather picturesque ap-
pearance, and the adventure attracted
him. ''I'll take this-also the Out
look" He folded the pink within the
g7een, and entered into . new and
startling world-a sort OF journalistic
slumming tour.
GIVE me any old thing" said Nal
1oey, and flung open an Ogden Jour
ma I'M he found the sporting paSA
Vheeo his eyes bfighteood. "Bv love
q tsalnnsng Ga0el 1attAovsoA Il
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