The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-10-19
Copyright. 1871, BY h. z Fly Co.

Then q sudden Idea struck MIN. IL
took no great genius to see that Mr..
Baumann was not a clergyman, but
there were other marriers to be had.
You don't perform marriages, do
you?" he asked.
Mr. Baumann drew himself up:
Who says don't? Amt 1 a justice
of the peaces?"
Mallory put out his hand in well
come: then a new anxiety chilled
him. He had a license for Chicago,
but Chicago was far away: do 1
need a license in Nevada?"
why shouldn't your" said Mr.. Bau-
mann. Don't all sorts of things got
to have a license in Nevada, saloons,
husbands, dogs"
How could 1 get one?" Mallory
asked as he went on dressing.
"Ain't l got few Wit me? Do you
want to get a nice re-marriage IL
censor"
"Re-marriage?-huh he looked
round, and, seeing that no one else
was near: 81 haven't taken the first
step yet"
one another: "a betchelor? All, l see
you want to marry a nice divorce
lady in R-r-reno?"
"She isn't in Reno and she has
never been married, either"
This simple statement seemed to
astound Mr.. Baumann:
"a betcheller marry a maiden!-in
Reno!-oi, OF, OF! II hasn't been
done yet, but 1t might be-
Mallory looked him over and a
twinge of distaste disturbed him:
You furnish the license, but-er-ah
lis there any chance OF a clergyman
"a Christian clergyman-being at the
station?"
Ivy do you want it a cloigyman?
Can't do it just as good? Or a nice
fat alderman l can get you"
Mallory pondered: Il don't think
she'd like anything but a clergyman"
WELL" Baumann confessed, "a lady
Is liable to be particular about her
foist marriage. Anyway 1 sell you de
license"
"All right"
Mr.. Baumann whipped out a port
folio full of documents, and as he
searched them, philosophical: "A
man ought always to carry a good mar
riage license. It might be he should
need 1t in a hurry" He took a large
iron seal from his side-pocket and
stamped the paper and then, with
fountain pen poised, pleaded: Vat is
the names pIeassT'
mot so loud" Mallory whispered.
Baumann put his finger to his nose,
wisely: II see, 1t is a confidential
marriage. Sit down once"
When he had asked Mallory the
necessary questions and taken his fee,
he passed over the document by
which the sovereign state of Nevada
graciously permitted two souls to be
made more or less one in the eyes OF
the law.
Here you are" said Mr.. Baumann.
"Vit dat you can get married anyvere
In Nevada"
Mallory realized that Nevada would
be a thing of the past in few hours
| more and he asked:
Its no good in Californian"
"Himmel, no. In California you bot
gotta go and be examined"
EXAMINED" Mallory gasped, in
dire alarm.
"Vit questions, poissonally," Mr..
Baumann fastened to explain.
"Oh!"
In Nevada" Baumann insinuated,
| still hopeful, II could mary you N.Y.
self-now, right here"
Gould you marry us in this smok-
ing room?"
In a cattle car, If you want it."
TITS not a bad idea," said Mallory
"Ill let you know"
Seeing Marjorie coming down the
aisle. he fastened to her, and Rugged
her good-morning with a new conf
dence
DR.. and Mrs. Temple, who had re-
| turned to their berth, witnessed this
greeting with amazement. After the
! quarrel Of the night before surely
some explanation should have been
overheard. but the puZZling Mallorys
| few to each others arms without a
moments delay. The mystery was ex
citing the passengers to such a point
that they were vowing to ask a few
| questions point blank. Nobody had
quite dared to approach either OF
them, but frank curiosity was prefer
able to nervous prostration, and the
secret could not be kept much longer
Fellow-passengers have some rights
Not even a stranger can be permitted
to outrage their curiosity with i'm
punity forever
Seeing them together, Mrs. Temple
watched the embrace with her daily
renewal of joy that the last nights
quarrel had not proved fatal. She
nudged her husband:
See, they're making up again"
DR.. Temple was moved to a violent
outburst for him: We'll, that the
darnedest bridal couple only said
darn, my dear"
He was still more startled when Mr.
Baumann, cruising along the aisle
bent over to murmur: Can l TX you a
nice divorce?"
DR.. Temple rose in such an attitude
OF horror as he assumed in the pulpit
when denouncing the greatest curse
of society, and Mr. Baumann retired
AS he passed Mallory he cast an ap.
preciative glance at Marjorie and,
tapping Mallory's shoulder, whispered:
mo wonder you want a marriage ii.
cense. I'll be in the next car, should
you meet me-" Then he went on his