The bee. (Earlington, Ky.) 1889-19??, 1909-01-21
On the Run

on there now, and it's got to go
through. You'll have TO catch the
next train. That gives you an hour
and a half"
Outside the office Wilson's face
heightened dismally.
"Marjoriel" he gasped. "'Frisco!
Good Lord l can't go, with things in
this critical condition. Then others
are always hanging around. It won't
10. Il mightn't be Marjorie when l
get back"
He jerked out his watch. can hour
and twenty-five minutes left. That's
plenty of time. I'll do it. I'll know my
fate before / leave"
Fifteen minutes later he was shown
into the parlor of a large, prudish-
looking apartment house. In one cor
ner sat three ladies'. They stared at
him.
Wonder how long they are going to
stay?" he thought.
A swish Of skirts drew his eyes to-
the door, and Marjorie, all ribbons and
dimples, entered. Wilson seized the
hand she gave him and held it.
I've come to tell you that--that-"
From the corner precise tones came
to his ear, and he dropped Marjorie's
hand. ITO say goodby."
"I've got to go to Frisco" he ex-
planned.
There was such regret in Mar
iorie's face that his heart gave a
Jump.
After that Wilson talked without
rhyme or reason. What he wanted to
say was on the tip of his tongue, but
the three pairs Of watching eyes in
the corner kept it back.
And you have to leave at III"
Marjorie said sympathetically.
Wilson gave a despairing glance
toward the corner and rose.
Yes, but want to say-that is,
want to tell"
He stopped, and his eye fell on a
magazine lying on a small center ia
BILE. He took pencil and wrote rap
idly.
Have you read this?" he asked,
passing the magazine and pencil to
Marjorie.
What he wrote was: 81 love you,
but l can't say so for those old CAB
bIers in the corner"
For a moment Marjorie hid her face
in the magazine and even the lobes
Of her ears grew red. Then she wrote
4 reply.
What Wilson read was: I'm so
glad"
AS he lifted his eyes from the maya
zine he heard rustic. and the last Of
three prim figures disappeared from
the room. Then he took Marjorie In
his arms.
You must go with me-" He slapped
his hands together emphatically as
Marjorie shook her head. I'VE must
be married now. There's almost half
An hour left"
The next instant he was at the tele-
phone, the next back at Marjorie's
side.
THE minister's going to meet us at
he station. I'll get the license, and
Tou must join me there"
A few minutes later two vehicles
'aced up the plaza OF the station.
Wilson alighted from one, Marjorie
rom the other. They had only FIVE
minutes to spare, but no minister was
n sight. Suddenly a fog-horn voice
their train was on the eve
II departure. At that instant meek
ooking little man entered. The next
le was in Wilson's grasp, and the
lext being hurried toward the tracks.
Il lost my collar button" he ex-
,lained. 1T was the most extraordin-
Try thing"
Listen to me-" Wilson interrupted.
Our trains about to leave. You can
marry us on it, and get OF at the first
tation."
But, my dear sir, have a minis
ers' meeting to attend this afternoon"
he little man protested.
Across the tracks they went, and
wilson lifted the little man on the al
eady moving train, helped Marjorie
fter him, and swung on himself. II
Don't talk nonsense; marry u.s." he
aid. Il
The little man wiped his forehead
nth a trembling hand, and then
miled wanly.
IF it hadn't been for that extraor-
mary collar button would have
cen on time" he declared.
AS the train was beginning to leave
ne city limits and emerge into the
reen country, he lifted his hands and
aid solemnly:
Il pronounce you man and Wife"