The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1913-01-02

and 70 whom he was ,either bachelor,
husband, nor relict.
They were suffering brain-fag from
their one topic Of conversation, and
heartfag from rapture deferred. Mar
jorie had pretended to take q 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 q half-ankshed cigar.
Life was indeed nauseous when to-
bacco turned rank on his lips. Ae
watched without interest the stupen'
dous scenery whirling past the train;
granite favines, Internal grotesquss
of architecture and dlablerie. the
Giants Teapot, the 14s.4l's Slide, the
Pulpit Rock, the ka1s,ging Rock.
splashcs Of mineral color, as II titanic
paint pots had been spilled or nung
against the cliffs. sudden bushes OF
green pine-worlds, draary gravsvards
of sand and sagebsush, mountain
streams in frothing panics.
His faded soul could not respond to
any Of these thrillers, the dilne-nov-
els and melodramatic 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 mon came trooptng
round, like sheep at 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
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 flocked 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 fresh paper.
papers, gents? Yes? MOI" 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, whats the latest New
York paper?"
! Last Sat'day's."
| "Six days old? read that before
left New York. Well, give me that
Salt Lake paper. 1t has yesterday
stock market, I 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. We'll
give me Salt Lake Bazoo. 1t has bashe
ball news, l s'pose."
YES, SIR" the butcher answered
and his tone grew reverent as he
said: 1.-THE Giants won. Mr.. Mattysor
was pitching. Papers, gents. all the
latest papers, magazines, periodicals.
Wedgewood extended langult
hand whats the latest issue of tn
London Times?"
Never heard of it,
: Wedgewood almost tainted, and re
turned to his Baedeker OF the United
States.
DR.. Temple summoned the lad: -
don't suppose you have the Ypsllant
Eagle?"
The butcher regarded him with pity
and shifted: II carry newspapers, no
poultry"
We'll, give me the" he saw
pink weekly of rather picturesque az
pearance, and the adventure attracte
him. "I'll take this-also the Out
look" He folded the pink within tn
green, and entered into q new an
startling world-a sort of journalist
Summing tour.
"Give me any old thing" said Ma
, lory, and flung open an Ogden joul
4 nal till he found the sporting page
where his eyes frightened. by jove
a ten-inning game! Matthewson i
the box!"
= Matte is most intelleckshal pitcl
er in the world" said Little Jimmie
aud then everybody disappeared b.
: hind paper ramparts, while the butci
err fingered to explain to the porte
= the details of the great event.
About this time, Marjorie, tired
her pretence at slumber, strolled int
the observation car, glancing into tn
> mems .vca. where she saw nothin
but newspapers. Then Mrs. Wellin|
ton saw her, and smiled: Come
!, and make yourself at home"
u Thanks" said Marjorie. bashfuli
Il was looking for my-my-"
"Husband?"
my dog"
- How Is he this morning.:
MY dog"
g Your husband"
Il "Oh, he's as we'll as could be e
- pected."
~ where did you get that love of