Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1909-01-22
.On The Run
by a. M Perkerson,
ay a. M Perkerson.


I'm going to send you to Frisco
wilson; Adams is sick You must
take his place We have a bic deal
on there now, and it's got to 90
through Youll have to catch the
next train. That gives you an hour
and a half"
Outside the Office Wilson's face
heightened dismally.
'Marjone!' he gasped Frisco,
Good Lord | cant go, with things in
this critical condition Then others
are always hanging around. it won't
do. 1t mightn't be Marjorie when I
get back
He ierked out his watch. An 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 large prudish.
locking apartment house. In one cor.
sat three ladies' They stared at
him
Wonder how long they are going to
stay?' he thought.
A swish of skirts drew his ewes TO
the door, and Marjorie, all ribbons and
dlmples, 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. TO say goodby."
I've got to go to Frisco" he ex.
planned.
There was such regret in Mar.
jorie'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 11?"
Marjorie said sympathetically.
Wilson gave a despairing glance
toward the corner and rose.
Yes, but l want to say-that is, |
want to tell"
He stopped and his eye fell on a
magazine lying on a small center ia
bic. He took pencil and wrote rap
idly.
Have you read this?" be asked,
passing the magazine and pencil to
Marjorie
What he wrote was: 81 love you,
but | can't say so for those old CAB.
blers in the corner"
For moment Marjorie hid her face
in the magazine and even the lobes
Of her ears grew red Then she wrote
a 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
the station. I'll get the license, and
you must join me there
A few minutes later two vehicles
raced up the plaza of the station.
Wilson alighted from one, Marjorie
from the other They had only five
minutes to spare, but no minister was
in sight Suddenly a fog-horn voice
announced their train was on the eve
of departure. At that instant meek.
looking little man entered. The next
he was in Wilson's grasp, and the
next being hurried toward the tracks.
Il lost my collar button" he ex-
planned 1T was the most extraordin-
airy thing"
Listen to me-" Wilson interrupted.
"Our trains about to leave. You can
marry us on 1t, and get off at the first
station"
But, my dear sir, have minis
ters meeting to attend this afternoon"
the little man protested.
Across the tracks they went, and
Wilson lifted the little man on the al
ready moving train, helped Marjorie
after him, and swung on himself
Don't talk nonsense; marry us" he
said
The little man wiped his forehead
with a trembling hand, and then
smiled wanly.
IF it hadn't been for that eXtraor-
binary collar button | would have
been on time" he declared.
AS the train was beginning to leave
the city limits and emerge into the
green country, he lifted his hands and
said solemnly:
81 pronounce you man and wife"
He Was an En9Ishman.
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