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

I init. and he kicked vociferousiy, as Pat
| Francis expected he would BY the time
the excited salesman had worked him
seit into lather, Pat came at him with
a proposition.
Where you going from Antelope?"
wild Hat tonight. and I'll give YOU
train check back 10 Antelope on Two to-
morrow; then YOU car get back on
Seventr-one 10 tho Bend?"
The injured man considered ouics,y.
accepted speedily Two hundred miles
for nothing. "Mv frient, Hafr cigar.
back. VII you?' The conductor nodded
as he took the cigar stolcally and moved
on. II was ono stop saved. and the
Awelopc stop was terror any time
With 2 big train lltc Number One
Francis had reached the roar Cf the
chair car when lre 'ed an impression he
had forgotten something. Flo storHed TO
think. The cattleman. Turning. he
hooked back sharply over the rassengnrs.
He even walked SLOWLY back through tho
car looking for the fellow. There was
Francis dismissed him with conclusion
that he must have gotten off at the
Hend: ana ~ once the air I'm the chair
car smelt freshcr and cleaner. Into the
take the batch OF envelopes from ca cr
porter or conductor. and tear off the
COUPONS. and IN the Portland sleeper
half-fare which meant only a little row
with the fact1ess man Who had gone into
Ia bitter discussion with conductor the
dav before away back at the Missouri
river. rs TO whether his boy should nav
fare. Instead of gracefully paying when
called on, he had abused the conductor
who. narbe because there was p spot
ter sitting by. had felt compelled for
self-protection TO collect the half rate
But In retaliation for tho abuse the con
ductor had reported TO the next conduc-
tor half-fare in the Portland sleeper.
and thus started an endless chain OF
ANNOYANCE that would haunt the traveller
all the way 10 the coast. But sometimes
travellers VIII study tact. and fors wear
abuse and Its penalties
Conductor Francis, finishing the string
Of loaded PullTsns. sat down In the
smoking room OF the last car with the
hind end brakeman 10 straighten ont
puzher threw In yellow dazzle OF light
on them. and the continuous cut Of It's
fire doomed from the stack Pat Fran
els. setting down his lamp. began TO
Smell anything" he asked presently
OF hts companion
No answered the brakeman. draw
ing his head from the curtain hood un-
der which he had been looking out into
the storm.
Something here don't smell right"
said Francis shortly, sorting his tickets.
where are we?"
Getting out Of the GORGE
Francis looked at his wa ten. us Jack
holding his own?' ventured the brake
"Just about"
stop at Antelope tonight"
Not on Your life"
"Red Cloud?'
mot tonight"
How about the pusher?"
"AII the way over the Horseback to-
night"
That's Bucks. Bucks is the stuff"
said Pat Francis, Arbitrarily picking up
his lamp to go forward Two minutes
the italian and shaking him.
"Got your ticket. Tony"
mo gotta ticket
NO gotta d'mun''
Come on. them" Francis gripped him
by the collar.
''Wbata do?"
Throw you Off
The Italian drew back to resist, They
parleyed a moment longer. only because
Francis was bluning, IT he had meant to
have said nothing-simply dragged the
fellow out by the hair.
At last the italian produced three dol
lSrs , and half @ i was T;n3S only S enough to
to go through. and the fare was eleven
dollars and twenty cents.
The silent conductor stuck the money
in his rocket and drew his cash-far
slips. Just then the pusher whistled a
stop signal Francis started. suddenly
furious at the sound. Showing the slips
bule and put his head angriIy out Ahead
he saw only old John Parker's lamp and
streamers. John had slid his door be-
fore Francis could open the vestbule.
ever got ahead OF John When Francis
poked his head out to look for trouble
John Parkers head was already IN the
wind inspecting tho trouble. which came
this time from the hind end. Looking
back, Francis saw a blaze leaping from
a journal box.
with freezing word. THAT hind end
man couldn't smell tar bucket II you
stuck his head Into st. Get your grease.
man" and pair OF hrasses. HUSTLE"
There was hardly time for the crew
TO slip into their ovrcoats. when Moore
made snllen stop, But old John Parker
stop with a can Of grease, because John
didn't have any overcoat. He hustled
bad nights without an overcoat, for his
two girls were at boarding school back
IN illinois. John picked up enough every
month carrying dogs to buy an overcoat,
but the dog money, went largely for
Illinois,. so the girls parlez-vous'd. and
John piled out without any overcoat
Pat Francis stormed worse than the
mountains as he followed him. All the
Ing away in the hot box. Moore, on the
head engine, was too angry TO leave his
cab. II was just bit too exasperatng.
The pusher crew stood by, and the sec
ond engineer helped Just little
But It was Pat Francis and John, with
the safetles screaming bedlam in their
ears. with the sleet creeping confid-
nGly down their backs, and with the
water soaking unawares up their legs