The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1912-07-17
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neart'fag from rapture deferred. Mar
1orie had pretended to take q nan
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 q 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 ravfnes. Internal grotesoues
OF architecture and diablerie, the
GIANTS Teapot, the Devils Slide. the
Pulpit Rock. the Hanging Rock.
splashes Of mineral color, as II titanic
paint pots had been spilled or flung
against the cliffs. sudden bushes OF
green pineworlds. dreary graveyards
OK sand and sagebrush, mountain
streams In frothing panics.
His 3aded soul could not respond to
any OF these thrillers. the dimenoy.
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 troopinp
round. like sheep at q herd-boys
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
Fled Piper's tune emptying Hamelin
OF It's grown-ups. The charms of fir.
taion. matrimonial bliss and fem.
mime beauty were forgotten, and the
males hocked 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
ourying his nose In a fresh paper.
Papers. gents? Yes? Nor" the
train butcher chanted. salt Lake pa.
pers' ogden papers. all the latest pa.
pers. comic papers. magazines. pe-
riQdlcals."
Here. boy" said Ashton. swapping
his fingers. whats the latest New
wv W. gags!7% gs;s.,...
six days old? I read that before I
left New York. Well. give me that
Salt Lake paper. II has yesterdays
stock market. I suppose"
Yes, sir" He passed over the
sheet and made change. without abat.
Ing his monody: Papers, gents. Yes?
Noi Salt Lake pa" -,
Wellington.
Mondays"
Il read that before-that breakfast
began" laughed Little Jimmie. "Well.
give me Salt Lake Bazoo. 1t has bashe-
ball news, / s'pose."
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 languid
hand: What's the latest issue of the
LQq9onn T,pesl"
Never heard of It,"
Wedgewood almost tainted. and re.
turned to his Baedeker Of the United
s4fes: % - ss'+s|'~
Dt Temple summoned the lad: II
don't suppose you have the Ypsilanti
EagleT
The butcher regarded him with pity,
and shifted: Il carry newspapers, not
Poultry" -.. 49,.
We'll. 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
green. and entered into a new and
startling worid-a sort Of journalistic
Aumming 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,
tsninning eamel Matthewson In
the bux!-
Matte 10 most intelleckshal pitch.
er In the world" said Little Jimmie.
and then everybody disappeared be-
hind paper ramparts. while the butch.
or 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.
was looking for my-my-"
"Husband?"
MY dog
How Is he this morning?"
MY dog?"
Your husband"