The Ordway new era., 1912-10-04

uubouuos AOS f9ASS.
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 no
would leave her for her own sake.
Their contradictory chains were BE-
ginning to gall.
Mallory sat In tho smoking room.
and threw aside half-nnished cigar.
Life was indeed nauseous when TO-
bacco turned rank on hts lips. He
watched without interest the stupen'
dous scenery whirling past the train;
granite ravines, Internal grotesques
of architecture and diablerie. tho
Giants Teapot, the Devils Slide. tho
Pulpit Rock. the Hanging Rock.
splashes Of mineral color. as II titanic
paint pots had been spilled or nung
against the cliffs. sudden bushes OF
green pine-worlds. dreary graveyaros
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 melodramatio third.acts OF ma
ture. But with the arrival OF train
boy. who had got on at Evanston with
q batch Of Salt Lake City newspa-
pers. he woke little.
The other men came trooping
round, like sheep at herd.boys
whistle or chickens when pan OF
grain is brought into the yard. The
train butcher" had q nasal sing-song.
but his strain might have been the
Pied Piper's tune emptying Hameiin
of its grown.ups. The charms Of mir
tation, matrimonial bliss and fem
inine beauty were forgotten. and the
males docked 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
burying his nose in a fresh paper.
papers, gents? Yes? NOT" the
train butcher chanted. salt Lake pa
pers. Ogden papers. all the latest pa
pers. comic papers. magazines. Pc
riodicals."
Here. boy" said Ashton. swapping
his fingers, what's the latest New
York paper?"
Last sat'day's."
"six days old! read that before l
left New York. Well. give me that
Salt Lake paper. It 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. It has bashe-
ball news. s'posc."
"Yes, SIR" the butcher answered.
and his tone grew reverent as he
said: "The Giants won. Mr.. Mattyson
was pitching. Papers. gents. all the
latest papers, magazines. periodicals"
Wedgewood extended a languid
hand: whats the latest issue Of the
London Times?'
Never heard Of It."
wedgswood almost tainted. and re-
turned to his Baedeker OF the United
States.
!
don't suppose you have the Ypsilanti
Easle?"
Tho butcher regarded him with pity.
and smiled: Il carry newspapers. not
poultry"
well, give mo tho" he saw .
pink weekly Of rather picturesque ap.
pearance, and the adventure attracted
him. I'll take this-also tho Out
look" He folded the pink within the
green, and entered into a new and
startling world-a sort OF journalistic
stunning tour.
Give me any old thing" said Mai
lory, and flung open an Ogden Jour
nal till he found the sporting page.
where his eyes frightened. by jove.
q ten-inning game! Matthewson in
the box!"
Matte is most intelleckshal pitch
er in the world" said Little Jimmie.
and then everybody disappeared be.
hind paper ramparts. while the butch
er fingered to explain to the porter
the details of the great event.
About this time, Marjorie. tired OF
her pretence at slumber. strolled into
| the observation car. glancing into the
mems room. where she saw nothing
but newspapers. Then Mrs. yelling.
ton saw her, and smiled: Come in
and make yourself at home"
Thanks" said Marjorie. bashfully.
"I was looking for my-my-"
"Husband?"
my dog"
How is he this morningr'
my dog?"
your husband"
"Oh. he's as we'll as could bs *.
pected."
where did you get that love Of a
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