Short stories; United States -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
It is astonishing how one man can create a public sentiment. One woman
can ruin a reputation as effectually as a churchful. One bullet can kill
a man as dead as a bushel, if it hits him right. So Dick Rail injured
Jim. For Dick was an authority. He swore the biggest oaths, wore the
largest watch-chain, knew his engine better and sat it steadier than any
man on the road. He had had a passenger train again and again, but he
was too fond of whiskey. It was too risky. Dick affected Jim's standing:
told stories about him: made his life a burden to him. "He shan't stay
on the road," he used to say.
"He's stingier'n ------! Carries his victuals about with him--I b'lieve
he sleeps with one o' them Italians in a goods box." This was true--at
least, about carrying his food with him. (The rest was Dick's humor.)
Messing cost too much. The first two months' pay went to settle an old
guano-bill; but the third month's pay was Jim's. The day he drew that he
fattened a good deal. At least, he looked so. It was eighty-two dollars
(for Jim ran extra runs;--made double time whenever he could). Jim had
never had so much money in his life; had hardly ever seen it. He walked
about the streets that night till nearly midnight, feeling the wad of
notes in his breast-pocket. Next day a box went down the country, and
a letter with it, and that night Jim could not have bought a chew of
tobacco. The next letter he got from home was heavy. Jim smiled over it
a good deal, and cried a little too. He wondered how Kitty looked in
her new dress, and if the barrel of flour made good bread; and if his
mother's shawl was warm.
One day he was changed to the passenger service, the express. It was a
promotion, paid more, and relieved him from Dick Rail.
He had some queer experiences being ordered around, but he swallowed
them all. He had not been there three weeks when Mrs. Wagoner was a
passenger on the train. Carry was with her. They had moved to town. (Mr.
Wagoner was interested in railroad development.) Mrs. Wagoner called him
to her seat, and talked to him--in a loud voice. Mrs. Wagoner had a loud
voice.
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