A Romance in Transit
Train Number Three, the Flying Kestrel, vestibuled, had crossed the yellow Rubicon of the 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-Missouri region; 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 day-long run.
There was a sun-browned ranchman in lower eleven, homeward bound from the Chicago stockyards; a pair of school-teachers, finishing their vacation journey, in ten; a Mormon elder, smug in ready-made black and narrow-brimmed hat, vis-à-vis in lower five with two hundred pounds of good-natured, comfort-loving Catholic priesthood in lower six. Two removes from the elder, a Denver banker lounged corner-wise in his section, oblivious to everything save the figures in the financial column of the morning paper; and diagonally across from the banker were the inevitable newly married ones, advertising themselves as such with all the unconscious naïveté 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 reason of a belated train, were waiting for the porter to serve them with eggs and coffee from the buffet. The narrow table was between them, and Burton, who was an exact man with an eye to symmetrical detail, raised the spring clips and carefully smoothed the wrinkles out of the table-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 fair field. 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'm quite sure, because I saw Miss Vennor on the platform when the car was coupled on.
Francis Lynde
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A ROMANCE IN TRANSIT
CONTENTS
A ROMANCE IN TRANSIT
P. P. C. ARIADNE
THE "PERSONALLY CONDUCTED"
THE PRIVATE CAR
THE DINNER STATION
AT THE MEETING-POINT
REGARDLESS ORDERS
A DINNER ON WHEELS
THE CAB OF THE TEN-WHEELER
FIFTY MILES AN HOUR
A CONFIDENCE EN ROUTE
AN ARRIVAL IN TRANSIT
THE ANCIENTS AND INVALIDS
BETWEEN STATIONS
WITH DENVER IN SIGHT
YARD-LIMITS
THE MADDING CROWD
ON THE NARROW-GAUGE
FLAGGED DOWN
THE FOOLISH WIRES
CHIEFLY SCENIC
ON THE HEIGHTS
ON THE SPUR-TRACK
THE LAND OF HEART'S DELIGHT
THE END OF A STOP-OVER
WESTWARD HO!
A BLIND SIDING
THE DRUMMING WHEELS