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A ROMANCE IN TRANSIT
BY FRANCIS LYNDE
THIRD EDITION
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
NEW YORK 1899
Copyright, 1897, by
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
TROW DIRECTORY
PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY
NEW YORK
To the small person who unconsciously
provided the motif herein wrought upon,
this transitory tale is affectionately attributed
by The Author
CONTENTS
I. P. P. C. Ariadne
II. The Personally Conducted
III. The Private Car
IV. The Dinner Station
V. At the Meeting-point
VI. Regardless Orders
VII. A Dinner on Wheels
VIII. The Cab of the Ten-wheeler
IX. Fifty Miles an Hour
X. A Confidence En Route
XI. An Arrival in Transit
XII. The Ancients and Invalids
XIII. Between Stations
XIV. With Denver in Sight
XV. Yard-limits
XVI. The Madding Crowd
XVII. On the Narrow-gauge
XVIII. Flagged Down
XIX. The Foolish Wires
XX. Chiefly Scenic
XXI. On the Heights
XXII. On the Spur-track
XXIII. The Land of Heart's Delight
XXIV. The End of a Stop-over
XXV. Westward Ho!
XXVI. A Blind Siding
XXVII. The Drumming Wheels
THE IVORY SERIES
A ROMANCE IN TRANSIT
I
P. P. C. ARIADNE
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.
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 upon you!
and she went through a minimized manual of arms with the table-knife.
The general agent frowned and stroked his beard. Your anarchistic leanings will get us into trouble some time, Emily. Mr. Vennor is not a man to be trifled with, and you mustn't forget that he is the President of the Colorado and Utah Railway Company, whose bread you eat.
Whose bread I should like to eat, if that slow-poke in the buffet would ever bring it,
retorted the wife. And it is you who forget. You are a man, and Mr. Vennor is a man; these are the primal facts, and the business relation is merely incidental. He doesn't think any more of you for standing in awe of him.
I don't stand in awe of him,
Burton began; but the opportune arrival of the buffet porter with the breakfast saved him the trouble of elaborating his defence.
Half way through the frugal meal the swing-door of the farther vestibule gave back, and a young man came down the aisle with the sure step of an accustomed traveller. He stopped to chat a moment with the school-teachers, and the ranchman in section eleven, looking him over with an appreciative eye, pronounced him a man's man,
and the terse epithet fitted. He was a vigorous young fellow, clean-limbed and well put together, and good-looking enough to tolerate mirrors in their proper places. While he chatted with the two young women, he pushed his hat back with a quick gesture which was an index to his character. Open-hearted frankness looked out of the brown eyes, and healthy optimism gave an upward tilt to the curling mustache. A young man with a record clean enough to permit him to look an accusative world in the face without abashment, one would say.
When he reached the breakfasting pair in three, he stopped again and held out a hand to each.
Well, well; you two!
he said. I didn't see you when I went forward. Where did you get on?
At the river,
replied Mrs. Burton, making room for him in the seat beside her. Won't you sit down and break bread with us? literally, you know; there isn't anything else to break unless you'll wait for the shell of an egg that is not yet cooked.
No, thank you; I had my breakfast a good two hours ago. Where have you been? and where are you going?
We have been at the passenger meeting in Chicago, and we are on the way home,
said the general agent.
Yes, running a race with the President,
cut in Mrs. Burton. John is dreadfully afraid we sha'n't get to Salt Lake in time to be keel-hauled with the rest of the force.
The young man sat back on the arm of the opposite seat with the light of inquiry in his eyes. What President?
he asked.
Vennor, of our company. Didn't you know he was in the Naught-fifty?
said Burton.
No. They coupled it on just as we were leaving the river, and I thought—I took it for granted that our General Manager was aboard. It's Mr. Cadogan's car.
I know; but President Vennor always borrows it for his annual trip.
Are you sure? Have you seen him?
Quite sure. I saw Miss Vennor on the platform with some other young people whom I don't know. It's Mr. Vennor's party.
The young man pushed his hat back, and the look of frankness became introspective. Do you know the Vennors? personally, I mean.
The little lady made answer:
Yes. We met them at Manitou last summer. Do you know them?
The young man seemed unaccountably embarrassed. I—I've met Miss Gertrude—that was last summer, too,
he stammered. Did you—did you like her, Mrs. Burton?
"Very much, indeed; she is as sweet and lovable as her father is odious. Do have a cup of coffee, won't you?"
No, thank you. Then you didn't admire the President?
Indeed I didn't; no one could. He is one of the cool, contemptuous kind of people; always looking you over as if he had half a mind to buy you. He was barely civil to me, and he was positively rude to John.
Oh, no; not quite that, Emily,
amended the husband. I'm only one of a good many employees to him.
Draws the money-line sharp and clear, does he?
said the young man, who appeared to be more deeply interested than a merely casual topic would account for.
The little lady nodded vigorously. That's it, exactly. You can fairly hear the double eagles clink when he speaks.
The general agent deprecated disloyalty, and was fain to change the subject.
What are you doing so far away from your territory, Fred?
he asked.
I'm in charge of the party of old people and invalids in the Tadmor. They'd a mind to be 'personally conducted,' and they threaten to take me all the way across to the Coast.
Good!
exclaimed the small person. Then you can stop over and visit us in Salt Lake.
The passenger agent shook his head. I sha'n't get that far. I must break away at Denver, by all means.
Would nothing tempt you to go on?
I'm afraid not; that is—I—er—
the young man's embarrassment suddenly returned, and he stopped helplessly.
Mrs. Burton's curiosity was instantly on the alert. "Then there is something? Do tell me what it is," she pleaded.
It's nothing; in fact, it's much less than nothing. I hesitated because I—because your way of putting it is very—that is, it covers a great deal of ground,
he stammered.
Don't make him quibble any more than he has to,
said Burton, with mock severity. You see it's quite impossible for him to tell the truth.
The young man laughed good-naturedly. That's the fact. I've been in the passenger service so long that I can't always be sure of recognizing the verities when I meet them. But to get back to the original sheep; I mustn't go on—not beyond Denver. It would have been better for all concerned if I had cut it short at the river.
For all concerned? for yourself and the invalids, you mean?
queried the curious one.
Yes, and perhaps for some others. But speaking of the invalids, I'll have to be getting back to them; they'll think I've deserted them. I'll be in again later in the day.
Mrs. Burton waited until the swing-door of the vestibule had winged itself to rest behind him. Then she arched her eyebrows at her husband and said, "I wonder if Fred isn't the least little bit épris with Gertrude Vennor?"
To which the general agent replied, with proper masculine contumely, I believe you would infer a whole railroad from a single cross-tie. Of course he isn't. Brockway is a good fellow, and a rising young man, but he knows his place.
None the less it was the arrow of the woman's intuition, and not that of the man's reason, that pierced the truth. In the vestibule the passenger agent suddenly changed his mind about rejoining his party in the Tadmor, turning aside into the deserted smoking-room of the Ariadne to burn a reflective cigar, and to piece out reminiscence with present fact.
Notwithstanding his expressed reluctance, he had intended going on to the Pacific Coast with the party in the Tadmor; had, in effect, more than half promised so to do. It was the time of year when he could best be spared from his district; and the members of the party had made a point of it. But the knowledge that Miss Gertrude Vennor was a passenger on the train opened up a new field wherein prudence and reawakened passion fought for the mastery, to the utter disregarding of the mere business point of view.
They had met in Colorado the previous summer—the passenger agent and the President's daughter—and Brockway had lost his heart to the sweet-faced young woman from the farther East before he had so much as learned her name. He was convoying a train-load of school-teachers across the continent; and then, as now, she was a member of a party in her father's private car. Their meeting was at Silver Plume, where she had become separated from her father's party, and had boarded the excursion train, mistaking it for the regular which was to follow Brockway's special as second section. The obvious thing for Brockway to have done was to put her off at Georgetown, where the following section would have picked her up in a few minutes.