The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-10-03

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fasht round these corners
He collided with small train-boy
singing his nasal lay, but 1t was the
behemoth and not the train-boy that
collapsed into seat. spraying CT
helplessly as a mammoth oyster an
table cloth.
The porter rushed to his aid and
hoisted him to his feet with an I'm
easy sense Of impending trocble. ie
felt as If someone had left mon
strous baby on his doorstep, but al
he said was:
Tickets, please"
There ensued a long search fat
f1abby hands Hopping and fumbiine
from pocket to pocket. Once more
the porter was the discoverer.
Il see 1t. Don't look no mo-. Hers
1t is-up In 30 hatband." He lifted
it out and chuckled. Had 1t right
next his brains and couldn't remem.
bal" He took up the appropriately
huge luggage Of the bibulous wall
derer and led hin to tho other end ct
the aisle.
"Numba two is yours, sab. RICH.
heah ALI nice and cosy, and already
made up"
The big man looked through the
curtains into the ca bined confinement,
and groaned:
That! Haven't you get a mans
size berth?'
Sorry, sah That's as big bunk
as they is on the train"
! Have got to be locked up in that
p1geon-hole for-for how many davs
is - to Reno?'
"Reno?" The porter greeted that
maaningful name with smile. "We1s
! doc In Reno the-the-mawn;n OF
the 10th day, sab. Yassah." He put
the baggage down and started away.
but The fat man seized his hand, with
great ecaotion:
"Don't seave me all alone in there.
porter, for I'm broken-hearted man."
us that so1 Too pad, sab"
Were yox sNer broken-heaSSec
man, porter?"
| always, sah.''
did you ever gut your trust IN a
false-hearted woman?'
| Often, sab"
"Was she ever true to ycu, por'
ter?"
Never, sah."
Porter, we are partners in mis-.
s1s-ery."
And he wrung the rough, black hand
with a solemnity that embarrassed
the porter almost as much as 1t would
have embarrassed the passenger him.
self II he could have understood what
he was doing. The porter Slsengaged
himself with a patient but hasty:
I'm afraid you'll have to 'scuse me.
/ got to hep the other passengers on
bode"
Don't lat me keep you from yoEs
| duty. 1s;tsy is the-the-" But he
could not spmeKber what duty was,
and he wotad hars dropped of to
sleep, II he hnd nos Sssxn etar:aed by
i familiar voice whlcs the porter had
luckily escaped
"Pawtah! PaNssa! Can't you raise
this Lighter rather csu't 3ou lower
It? Pawtah! This light IL % IT.
formally dim I cant yesd"
To the Englishman's intense sE,sSe
ment his call brought e, him MT the
| porter, but a rising msun With tbs
! profound query:
"Whass III thing likS iins Ayht
when the light OF your life haa gone
out?"
II beg your pardon?'
Without further lnvltAttoss,. %he
mammoth descended on the HstHSish.
mans territory.
Tm broken-heartea ,nan. lss.~~'
Mr. didn't get your name"
"Er-ah.r.~l dare say"
Thanks I will sit down." HA aft,
ed a great carry-all and aarily erased
it into the aisle, set the Gladstone
on the lap OF the Infatuated English,
| man, and squeezed into the seat csN
posite, making sad mix-up OF kneos
my names Wellington. Ever hear
Of Ill Jimmie Wellington? That's
me-"
ANY relation to the Duke?"
"Nagh!"
| He no longer Interested Mr.. Wedge
wood. But Mr.. Wellington was not
aware that he was being snubbed. Ae
went right on getting acquainted:
Are you married, Nr.-Mr.-?
"Nos"
"M1 heartfelt congratulations
Hang on to your luck, my boy. Don't
let any female taks 1t away from you. -
He slapped the Englishman on the
elbow amtahly, and his prisoner was
too stitled with wrath to emit more
than one feeble "pawtah!"
| Mr. Wellington vused CT aloud;
"Oh. if l had only remained single
But she was so beautiful and shs
swore to love, honor and obey. Mrs
Wellington Is a queen among women
mind you, and l have nothing to say
against her except that she mas the
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