A Romance in Transit: Original Text

By: Lynde, Francis

Train Number Three, the "Flying Kestrel," vestibuled, had crossed the yellow Rubicon ofthe West and was mounting toward the Occident up the gentle acclivities of the Great Plain.The morning was perfect, as early autumn mornings are wont to be in the trans-Missouriregion; the train was on time; and the through passengers in the Pullman sleeping-car"Ariadne" had settled themselves, each according to his gifts, to enjoy or endure the daylong run.There was a sun-browned ranchman in lower eleven, homeward bound from the Chicagostockyards; a pair of school-teachers, finishing their vacation journey, in ten; a Mormonelder, smug in ready-made black and narrow-brimmed hat, vis- -vis in lower five with twohundred pounds of good-natured, comfort-loving Catholic priesthood in lower six. Tworemoves from the elder, a Denver banker lounged corner-wise in his section, oblivious toeverything save the figures in the financial column of the morning paper; and diagonallyacross from the banker were the inevitable newly married ones, advertising themselves assuch with all the unconscious na vet of their kind.Burton and his wife had lower three. They were homing from the passenger agents'meeting in Chicago; and having gone breakfastless at the Missouri River terminal by reasonof a belated train, were waiting for the porter to serve them with eggs and coffee from thebuffet. The narrow table was between them, and Burton, who was an exact man with an eyeto symmetrical detail, raised the spring clips and carefully smoothed the wrinkles out of thetable-cloth as he talked. A private car had been attached to the train at the Missouri River, and its freightage was of moment to the couple in section three."Are you sure it's the President?" asked the wife, leaning back to give the cloth-laying a fairfield. "I thought the Naught-fifty was General Manager Cadogan's car.""So it is; but President Vennor always borrows it for his annual inspection trip. And I'mquite sure, because I saw Miss Vennor on the platform when the car was coupled on.""Then we'll get home just in time to go on dress-parade," said the little lady, flippantly."Colorado and Utah Division, fall in 'Shun, company Eyes right The President is uponyou " and she went through a minimized manual of arms with the table-knife.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: B08B7LNP4L
• ISBN13: 9798654142634
• Release Date: January 1
• Publisher: Independently Published
• Length: 110 Pages
• Weight: 0.38 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.3" x 6.0" x 9.0"