Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1920-06-25
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eesk for several minutes. Then:
'Buck, can ycu run a iocomotiveY'
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with one hand, old man.
"Fine business Well, guess wen
put in that crossing tomorrow night.
The switch-engine will be in the round
house at Pennington's mill tomorrow
night, so we can't steal that; but we
can steal the mogul. I'll just send
word up 10 my woods boss not 10
have his train loaded when the mogul
comes up late tomorrow afternoon to
haul II down to our log landing. OF
course, the engine crew won't bother
to run down TO Sequoia for the night
that Is, they won't run the mogul
down. They'll just leave her at our
log landing all night and put up for
the night at our camp"
but how do you know they will put
up at your camp all night, BryceT
my men will make them comfort
able, and II means they can lie abcd
until seven o'clock instead Of having
to roll out at Ave o'clock, which would
be the case II they spent the night ut
this end OF the line. There is a slight
grade at our log landing. know
that because the air leaked out OF
the brakes on log train I was on a
short time ago, and the train ran
away with me. Now, the engine crew
will set the airbrakes on the mogul
and leave her with steam up to throb
all night; they'll not blow her down,
for that twould maan work firing her
In the morning. Our task. Buck. will
be to throw off the airbrakes and let
her glide silently out Of our log land.
ing. About mile down the road
wen stop, get up steam, run down to
the junction with the main line, back
ir on the Laurel Creek spur, couple
onto those fiat cars and breeze mer-
rily down to Sequoia with them,
They'll be loaded waiting for us; our
men will be congregated In our dry
yard Just off Water street near p,
waiting for US to arrive with the rails
and bingo-we go to II. After we
drop the fats, well run the engine
back to the woods, leave II where we
found Il, return a-fying. You can get
back In ample time to superintend the
cutting Of the crossingi"
spoken like mani" quoth Buck
Ogilvy. You're the one man in this
world for whom I'd steal locomo-
tive. 'At.a-boyl'
Had either Of the consplrators
known Of Pennington's plans to enter
tain Mayor Poundstone at dinner on
Thursday night, II is probable they
would not have cheered until those
fat cars were out Of the woods.
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Mayor Poundstone and his wife ar.
rived at the Pennington home In Red.
wood boulevard at six forty-ive Thurs
day evening. 1t was with profound
feeling OF relief that his honor lift.
ed the lady from their modest little
"fivver," for once inside the Penning
ton house, he felt, he would be fre<
from a peculiarly devilish brand ei
persecution inaugurated by his wifi
about three months previously. Mrs
Poundstone wanted a new automobile
And she had entered upon q cam
paign OF nagging and complaint. hon
ing TO wear Poundstone's resistanc
down to the point where he would h
willing to barter his hope Of saliva
ton In return for q guarantee Of peac
on earth
/ II feel like perfect fool, calm
) upon these people in this filthy rattle
? trap" Mrs Poundstone protested.
3 Mayor Tombstone paused. ~
r PHYS name, woman" he growlet
, "talk about something else. Give m
, one night of peace. Let me enjoy m
p dinner and this visit"
9 81 can't help H." Mrs. P retorte
. with asperity. She pointed to Shirle
Q Summers car parked under the port'
I cochere. "If had q sedan like tina
a I could die happy. And It only co.
o thirty-two hundred and fifty dollars
s II paid six hundred and fifty for III
= rattletrap, and j couldn't afford that
q he almost whimpered. "YOu wei
|. happy with II until was electe
v mayor"
"You forget our social position. m
@ DEAR" she purred sweetly.
n He could have struck her. Han
9 your social position" he gritted sa
agely. "Shut up. will your Soci
4 position in n sawmill town! Oar
d NIT, you'll drive me crazy yet" Poun
!. stone gurgled, and subsidized.
q The Pennington butler, very 3
a perior person, opened the door. II
. Poundstones entered. At the entran
n to the living room the butler n