The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-05-11

I While the brakeman flshed for a
piece oi waste. the conductor moved his
spread IT Out better. and listened to a
Wild rumor old John Parker had picked
| up about Number Ones being turned
into into a strictly limited and CARRYING a
| diner west of Bear Dance. Without
wasting any comment Pat looked at his
watch and listened TO the click of tho
truck over the fish-plates under foot.
and ana TO tne angry tremulous roar OF the
| tnFee furnaces melting coal to push
Number One M against the wind, that
curled like n corksorew down the long.
narrow narrow gorge. Then he took the lantern
| through the vesubule into the dirty light
and s,ri ISul o, air air of The smoker,
.,s;9 Ne .{des pIease;" , that night just Tick
| lie could talk very differently at home
| TO the babies-but there was no sugges-
ton OF kootsytng In the tone that called
passed down the aisle, pulling. hauling,
shaking the snoring brutes noting,
punching. checking under the rays OF his
lamp until the last man was passed and
ne walked Into the chair car, There
was only one ''go-back,'' a sleepy italian
,, who couldn't-even after he had been
lerked out OF his seat and turned upside
cursed-stil he couldn't find his ticket
so Pat Francis passed him with the
shocking intmation which amounted to
an assurance, that if he didn't find Il
by the time he got back he would throw
him Off
The transportation on Number One
was mostly. through tickets and re-
Cured only only ordinary care as to the
turned UP. on the westbound Pat called
again as he closed the door OF the chair
car car behind him a shade less harshly for
more people who ride in the chair car;
and then there are women. One speaks
more clviily 10 women passengers but
scans their transportation more care
fully. However, he wasn't thinl,na of
womens wiles as he quietly reused fbe
sleepers and asked for their cred entails.
They were worn. tired-looking women: :
haggard, ,good many Of them, from cat
maps snatched in the specially devised
discomfort chairs. while their more
fortunate sisters slept peacefully back In
the halr- -mattressed Pullman berths He
was thinking solely as he mechanically
went through the checking operations, Of
cattleman in canvas coat, smooth
face, and red tie. who should by rights
be now halfway down the car, Just ahead
Of him. But Conductor Francis didn't
look, His eyes never rose beyond the
passenger under his nose. for in front
OF company. detective the hate and
curiosity are all concealed: the conductor
Is strictly on dress parade with a sting
In his right arm that he would like to
land directly under the spoilers ear
a shabby travelling man-handed up
local ticket. 1t was for Antelope Gap
Pat Francis looked at It for a minute
before he punched 1t and stuck It in his
pocket,
we don't stop at Antelope Gap to-
night" said he shortly.
Don't stop?' echoed the cigar man.
wide awake In a fraction OF a second
Wy, since ven? Dey tolt me you dit"
he cried In the most injured tone on the
train.
Cant help IT.
bud vy-eT'
Tim late"
Bud y god -doIi cried the cigar man.
raising note OF absolute terror as Pat
Francis, passed calmly on without at
tempting to controvert the confidence Of
the drummer.
Amt you god-do?" appealed the lat
ter. weakening a bit as he realized he
was against quiet man and hard.
Not on local TRANSFORMATION Ticket"
ne continued 10 the next
But the cigar man happily came of n
race that does not uncomplaln!ngly sub