The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-09-14

NE l3y last summer j went TO
Pittsburg-well, l had TO go
~ there on business.
Ny chair.car was pro6tably
well filed with people of the kind one
usually sees on chair-cars. Most of
them were ladies in brown silk dresses
cut with square yokes. with lace in
sertion and dotted wells, who refused
TO have the windows raised, Then
there was the usual number of men
who looked as if they might be in al
most any business and going almost
anywhere. Some students of human
nature can look at man in n Full
man and tell you where he is from,
his occupation, and his station IN life,
both flag and social, but never could.
The only way | can correctly Judge
a fellow traveller is when the train IS
held up by robbers. or when he reaches
at the same time ] do for the last
towel in the dressing room of the
sleeper.
The porter came and brushed the col
lection Of SCOT on the window sill of
to the left knee of my trousers, l
removed with an air of apology. The
temperature was SS One of the dotted
veiled ladies demanded the closing of
two more ventilators, and spoke loudly
of Interlaken I leaned back idly in
chair No. Z, and looked with the tepid-
ist curiosity at the small, black bald
spotted head just visible above the
back of No 9.
Suddenly No. 8 hurled book to the
floor between his chair and the win
dow. and, looking, I saw that it was
the Rose Lady and Treyelyan, one of
the best selling novels Of the present
day. And then the critic or Philistine,
whichever he was, voered his chair to-
ward the window, and l knew HIM at
once for John A. Pescud of Pittsburg,
travelling salesman for a plate glass
company, an old acquaintance whom l
had not seen in two years.
In two minutes we were faced, had
sha ken hands, and had finished with
such topics as rain, prosperity, health,
residence, and destination. Politics
might have followed next, but ] was
not so ill-fated.
wish you might know John A. Pes
cud. He is of the stuff that heroes
are not often lucky enough to be made
of. He is a small man with wide
smile, and al eye that seems to be
fixed upon that little red spot on the
end OF your nose. / never saw him
wear but one kind OF necktie, and
shoes He is as hard and true as any.
thing ever turned out by the Cambria
Steel works and hc believes that as
soon as Pittsburg makes smoke con.
sumers compulsory, st. Peter will come
down and sit at the foot Of Smithfeld
street, and let somebody else attend
to the gate up in the branch heaven
He believes that ''our" plate glass
is the most important commodity In
the world, and that when man i:
in his home town he ought to be decent
and law-abiding.
During my acquaintance with him II
the City of Diurnal Night / had never
known his views on life, romance, lit
erature and ethics. We had browsed
during our meetings, on local topics
and then parted, after Chateau Mar
gaux, Irish stem, flannel cakes, cot
tage pudding and coffee (hey, therel-
with milk separate). Now | was tC
get more of his ideas. By way o.
facts, he told ME that business hac
picked up since the party conven
at Coketown.
Say said Pescud, stirring his dis
csrded book with the toe of his righ
shoe, "did YOU ever read one Of these
best sellers! | mean the kind where
the hero is an American swell-some
times even from Chicago-who falls il
love with a royal princess from Europ'
who is travelling under an alias, anc
follows her to her fathers kingdom
or municipality ] guess you have
They re all alike: Sometimes this go
ing-away masher is Washington news
paper correspondent, and sometimes b.
IS Van Something from New York
or a Chicago wheat broker worth fft,
millions. But he's always ready t,
break into the king row Of any for
eigu country that sends over thei