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Table oil cloth 45 inchs wide 25¢: yd Lace Curtains BIG 4 Nojvmxx'rmx o.-«;--’.'«;°++H++M++ Jewel 54) IO)( ”U .00 3‘ N H‘iO H the thp [)1 Mallory cast one miserable glance down the aisle at Dr. Temple coming back from the smoking room. As the ‘ old man paused to stare at the bridal berth. whose preparation he had not mean, he was just enough befuddled ’by his first cigar for thirty years to i look a trifle tipsy. The motion of the {train and the rakish tilt of his un- wonted crimson tie confirmed the suspicion and annihilated Mallory’s I new-born hope, that perhaps repentant ’fate had dropped a parson at their 1 very feet. And then Mrs. Temple, having com- pleted their installation as man and wife. utterly confounded their con- fusion by her final effort at comfort: And then she noted a startling lack of completeness in the bride’s hand. With what he considered great presence of mind, Mallory eXplained: "It-«it. alippu.’ otfâ€"â€"-I-â€"! picked it up. I have it here.” And he took the lxttle gold Land {mm his waistcoat and tried to jam it on Marjorie’s right thumb. “Not on ti?! thumb!" Mrs. Temple tiled. “D('_1't you know?’ “You see, it‘s my first marriage.” “You pcor boyâ€"this finger!” And Mrs. Temp1». raising Marjorie’s limp hand, selected the proper digit, and held it forward, while Mallory Dressed the Ian! circlet home. c “There, there, dear! You don’t know what real unhappiness is yeti. Wait till you’ve been married a while.” “Well, my dean‘s, I’ll go back to my mt. and leave you “one with your “Whyâ€"my dear!-â€"where‘s your wedding ring?" Perhaps Mrs. Temple was a- little miffed at the couple that had led her astray and opened her own honey- moon wlth a wanton flb. In any case, the best consolation she could alter Marjorie was a perfunctory pat, and a cynicism: "Ohâ€"obâ€"booâ€"hooâ€"I’m so unhapâ€" hepâ€"py.” He sank into the seat opposite Marjorie, who gave him one terrified glance, and burst into fresh sobs: “Ohâ€"he'sâ€"just aâ€"plain doctor. There he is now.” But her husband’s last behest be- fore he left her had been to keep their precious pretend-secret. She feltâ€"just thenâ€"that a woman's first duty is to obey her husband. Besides, what business was it of this young husband’s what her old husband’s business was? Before she had fairly begun to debate her duty, almost auto- matically, with the instantaneous in- stinct of self-protection, her lips had uttered the denial: “Doctor? Doctor Temple? Is your I husband a reverend doctor?” “A reverend, doctor?” the little old lady repeated weakly. “Yes-â€"â€"a-â€"â€"a preacher?” I The poor old congregation~weary soul was abruptly confronted with the ruination of all the delight in her lit- tle escapade with her pulpit-tagged husband. If she had ever dreamed that the girl who was weeping in her arms was weeping from any other fright than the usual fright of young brides, fresh from the preacher's ben- ediction, she would have cast every other consideration aside, and told the truth. u \- She cpuld not see the leaping flash of wild hope that lighted up Mallory’s face. She only heard his voice across her shoulder: “Just the way Doctor Temple and 1 did.” Marjorie’s franttc "Boo-hoo-hoo” might have meant anything. Mrs. Temple took it for assent, and mur- mured with glowing reminiscence: “Did the poor child run away and get married?” He mopped his brow in agony, lost in a blizzard of bewilderment. He drifted back toward Marjorie, half to. protect and half for companionship. He found Mrs. Temple cuddling her close and mothering her as it she were a baby instead of a bride. ‘ Hudson and Shhâ€"w-had erected 'a white satin temple to Hymen in berth number one. had created such commo- tion, and departed in such confusion, that there had been no opportunity to proclaim that he and Marjorie were I “not married~just friends ” And now the passengers had ac- cepted them as that enormous fund of amusement to any train, a newly wed- ded pair. To explain the mistake would have been difficult, even among friends. But among strangersâ€"well. perhaps a wiser and a colder brain than Harry Mallory's could have stood there and delivered a brief ora- tion restoring truth to her pedestal. But Mallory was in no condition for such a stoic delivery. Never was a young soldier so stumped by a problem in tactics as Lieutenant Harry Mallory, safely aboard his train, and not daring to leave it, yet hopelessly unaware or how he was to dispose of his lovely but unlabelled baggage. Excess Baggage CHAPTER X. 22 RUPERI HUGHES NOVEIIZED EROM THE COMEDY Of I HE SAME C:=J COPYRKGHT 1911 Ex. [gammy ILLUSTRATLZLD FR 01“. PHOTOGRAPHS OF THE PLAY AS PRODUCED 22 HENRY xv. SAVAGE: Suddenly a twinge of ancient jeai- .ousy shot through the man’s heart. recurring to old emotions. “So you're not married, Annie. Whatever Ln name of that fellow who They gossiped across the chasm or of years about people and things, and knew nothing; of the excitement so close to them, saw nothing of Chicago slipping back into the distance, with its many in, Ms shooting across the windows like hurled torches. “Well, “1112 Annie-Anneâ€"Miss Gattle! What do you think of that?" She gave him her handâ€"both her hands, and he smothered them in one big paw and laid the other on for extra warmth, as he nodded his sav- age head and roared as gentle as a sucking dove: “Why, Ira you?” The old In id stared at the bachelor as if she m re trying to .cee the boy she had knou :1, through the mask that time had n‘o-a'eled on his face. And then she was a girl again, and her voice chimed as she cried: A flush warmedrher cheek, and a. sense of home warmed her prim speech, as she confessed: “I came from there originally." “So did I,” said Ira Lathrop, lean- ing closer, and' beaming like a big sun: “I don't suppose you remember Ira Lathrop?” “Say, you look somethiri‘r like an old sweetheartâ€"~erâ€"friendâ€"ot’ mine. Were you ever in Brattleboro, Vt.?" “Itâ€"-seem.-=-â€"so,” she giggled. It was the first, time her spinstership had been taken as material for a com- pliment. tomething in the girlish giggle and the strangely young smile that swept twenty years from her face and belied the silver lines in her hair, seemed to catch the old bachelor’s attention. He stared at her so fiercely that she looked about for a way to escape. Then a curiously anxious, almost a hungry, look soft- ened his leonine jowls into a boyish eagerness, and his growl became a sort of gruff purr: l , A Chance Encounter. ! While Mrs. Temple was conndinx to her husband that the agitated couple {in the next seat had Just come from . a wedding-factory. and had got on 5 while he was lost in tobacco land, the . people in the seat on the other side '0! them Were engaged in a little ‘ drama of their own. I Ira Lathrop, known to all who knew 1; him as, a woman-hating snappingotur- . tle, was so busily engaged trying to { drag the farthest invading rice grains ! out of the back of his neck, that he was late in realizing his whereabouts. iWhen he raised his head, he found ‘ that he had crowded into a seat with an uncomfortable looking woman, who crowded against. the window with old- maidenly timidity. l “You're a You and I a pie on this. He felt some apology to be neces- sary, and he snarled: “Disgusting things, these weddings!” After he heard this, it did not sound entirely felicitous, so he grudgingly ventured: “Excuse me~-you married 2"" She denied the soft impeachment so heartily that. he softened a little: (déar husbandt’ “Cheer up, my dear. you'll be all right in the morning.” Marjorie and Mallory’s eyes met In one wild clash. and then both stared into the window, and did not notice that the shades were down. “My dear what?” Marjorie mumbled inanely, and began to snime again. Whereupon Mrs. Temple resigned nor to Mallory, and consigned her to rat. lelLa consoling platitude: as she cried: !-â€"Mr. Lathrop3â€"is 1t re tn train €138 CHAPTER XI. zsible woman. I guess the only sensible peo- THE DUh-a.‘ CHRONICLE The ruse succeeded. Marjorie fair- ly forced the dog on him. “Quickâ€"~â€" hlde himâ€"hurry!” she gasped, and sank on the seat completely crushed. “I’ll be so lonesome without Snoozle- ums.” The porter was growihg desperate. He clapped his hands together im- patiently and urged: "I think I hear that conducta comin'.” “Poor dear little Snoozleumsâ€"gonrt night, my little darling. Poor little childâ€"it’s the first night he’s slept all by his ’ittle lonesome, andâ€"” “I reckon p’haps you’d better him." “Well, if I must, I must,” she subbed. “Poor little Snoozleums! Can he come back and see me tomorrow. ”’ ' Marjorie’s tears were splashing on the puzzled dog, who nestled close, with a foreboding of disaster. “Oh, yassum, he’s death on trunks, but he's a natural born angel to dogs." Noting the shiver that shook the girl, the porter offered a bit of con- solation: ‘ “Better lemme have the pore littXe thing up in the baggage cah. He’ll be in charge of a lovely baggagesmash- er.” The porter tried persuasion: “You betta lemme take him, the conducta '13 wuu’n what I am. He th'owed a couple of dogs out the window trm befo’ last.” “The brute! ” “Oh, yassum, he is a. regulah brute. He just loves to hear ’m splosh when they light.” Mallnrv felt called uoon She looked to Mallory for support, but he was too sorely troubled with greater anxieties to be capable of any action. Marjorie s'wept rules wide v defiant: “I don’t care. I wm separated from my Snoozleums.’ “I p’sume he is,” the porter mitted, “but he can‘t make up be Anyway, the rules mys dugzs with the b'wrsrarre.” sion with a blunt: “Snoozieums 1.: more human than you are." the sleepin’ cars, ’ceptln’ humans} “Well.” the porter drawled, trying to be gracious with .hls great power, “the rules don’t ’low no live stock in “Are you sure he's a nice man?’ “Snonzleums is always with me " said Marjorie briskly, as if that set- tled it, and turned for confirmation to the dog himself, “aren't you, Snoozleums?" Marjorie was awakened from her trance of inanition by the porter's voice. His plantation voice was or- dinarily as thick and sweet as his own New Orleans sorghum, but now it had a bitterness that curdied the blood: “ 'Scuse me, but how did you-ail git that theah dog in this heah cah?" a great pretense of ferocity, growling and threatening to bite her lingers off. The new ring attracted his spe- clal jealousy. He was growing dis- couraged at the Ill-success of his 1m- personatlon of a wolf, and dejected at being so crassly ignored, when he suddenly became, ln his turn, a center of interest. The Needle In the Haystack. The almost-married couple sat long in mutual terror and a common par- alysis of ingenuity. Marjorie, for lack of anything better to do, was absent- mindedly twisting Snoozleum's ears, while he, that pocket abridgment of a dog, in a well meaning eflort to di- vert her from her evident grief. made But the sonorous swear reverberat- ed in their ears like a smitten bell, and he blushed for it, but could not recall it. you- a missionary, too?” “Missionary? Hell, no!" he roared. “Excuse meâ€"I’m an importerâ€"Anne, “Oh, no,” she smiled, enraptured at the new sensation of making a man anxious, and understanding all in a flash the motives that make coquettes. Then she told him her destination. “I'm on my way to China." “China!" he exclaimed. “So'm 1'.” She stared at him with a new thought, and gushed: “Oh, Iraâ€"age you- a missionary, too?” too? “I always knew he’d never amount to much,” was Lathrop’s epitaph on his 01c! rim. Then he started with a new tWinge: “You bound for Ogden, “Charlie Selby?” She blushed It the name, and thrilled at the luxury of me ting juiousy. “Oh, he entered the church. He’s a minister out in Ogden, I’tah.” time used~ io hang‘ round you an we 9" 1’" CHAPTER XII. to remix- d visit A look of relief stole over the man's fteatures, followed closely by a scow1 got wounded vanity: Mallory mumbled an apology and hurried on, just overbearing his Vic- tim’s sigh: “Such is fame!” He saw two or'three other clerical Persons in that car. but feared tn “No, damn you, I don’t happen to be a parson. I have chosen to beâ€"- well, if you had watohed the bill- boards in Chicago during our run, you would not need to ask who I am!" The effect was surprising. The man jumped as if he were stabbed, and turned a pale, frightened face on Mal- lory, who murmured: “Excuse me, do you happen to be a. clergyman?” In the sleeping car bound for Port- land. Mallory picked one man as a clergyman. He had a lean, ascetic face. solemn eyes, and he was talking to his seat-mate in an oratorlcal man- ner. Mallory bent down and tapped the man’s shoulder. All clergymen look alike when they are in convention assembled, but sprinkled through a crowd they are not so easiiy distinguished. man so dyed-in-theâ€"wool as Doctor Temple, sitting in the very next seat â€"-how could he be expected to pick out another in the long and crowded train? , “Ain’t seen nothin' that even looks Hike one.” said the porter. Then he {hastened ahead to the baggage car {With the squirming Snoozieums, while 'Maliory followed slowly, going from out to seat and car to car, subjecting til the mates to an inspection that rendered some of them indignant, others of them uneasy, If dear 'old Doctor Temple could only have known what Mallory was hunting, he would have snatched on the mask, and thrown aside the secu- lar scarlet tie at all costs. But poor Mallory, unable to recognize a clergy- The porter thought he wanted the‘ dog back, and quickened hls pace tllll 'ho reached the corridor. where Mal- lory overtook him and asked, In an oflort at casual lndlflerence. it he had seen anything at a clergyman on board. “I must find a clergyman," he whis- pered. “I’ll be back the minute I and one, and I’ll bring him with me." “Oh, don't leave me,” she pleaded. clinging to him with a dependence that restored his respect. “I'm going to lookâ€" through train.” her or’ his presence. "iâ€"I‘m here, Marjorie." 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