Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1912-03-26

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+, everything pretty badly"
It mas so undeliabie that he could
only groa1: And 1 suppose I'll near
Of this Til my dying day, dearest"
Marjorie mad little temper all her
own. So sne defended it: III you are
so afraid of my temper, love, perhaps
you'd better call 1t all of before its
too late"
Il didn't say anything about your
temper, sweetheart" Mallory insisted
You did, too. honey. You said Id
chuck this up till your dying day. As
il / had such disposition! You can
stay here" Sne rose TO ner feet. he
pressed her back with s decisive NO
! ton ana demanded: Where are you
goiug?"
up in the baggage car with
snoozIeums," sne SMILED. Hes the
only one that doesn't ind FAULT with
me-"
Mallory was stung to action by this
crisis: Wait" he said. He leaned
cut and motioned down the alley.
Porter! Walt moment, darling,
Porter"
The porter arrived with halr-fold'
ed blanket In his hands. and his usual
"Yassah!"
Reckoning him closer, Mallory MUM.
bled 10 a low tone: is there an ex-
ira berth Oh this carr"
The porters eyes seemed to re-
buke his ears. Does you want this
upper made up:"
.No---of course not"
"Ex--excuse me. | thought"
Don't you dare to think" 'Mallory
numbered. Isn't there another low.
er BERTH
The porter breathed hard. and gave
this bridal couple up as riddle that
followed no known rules. He went TO
find The sleeping car conductor, and
returned with the Information that
| the diagram showed nobody assigned
| to number three.
Then III take number three" said
Mallory, poking money at the porter.
, And still the porter could not under
stand.
Now, iemme onderstan' you-all,"
! he stammered. Does you both move
over to numba three, or does yo'--yo
lady remain heah. while Jest you pre-
| stimulates"
Just l preambulate. you black
houndt" Mallory answered. in &
threatening tone. The porter could
understand that, at least, and he
bristled away with meek: "Yessah.
Numba three Is yours, sah.'
The troubled features OF the BAT
fed porter cleared up as by magic
when he arrived at number three, for
there he found his tyrant and tor.
mentor, the English invader.
he remembered how Indignantly
Mr.. Wedgewood bad refused 10 show
his ticket, how cocksure he was or
his number, how be had leased the
porter's services as 8 sort or private
nurse, and had paid no advance roy.
! alties.
! And now he was sprawled and snor-
cages, like sleeping lion. Revenge
tasted good TO the humble porter: 1t
tasted like d candied yam smothcred
In 'possum gravy. He smacked his
thick lips over this revenge. With
all the insolence or servant IN brief
authority, he gIoated over his prey.
and prodded him awake. Then muir
INJURED with hypocrittcal Difference:
Excuse me, but could | see yo' ticket
for yo' seat?"
Certainly not! It's too mucn
trouble" grumbled the half asleeper.'
"Confound you"
The porter lured him on: is you
sho you got one?"
.Wedgewood was wide awake now,
and surly as any Englishnan before
breakfast: "Of cawse In shaw. How
dare you!"
TOO bad. but I'm bIeeged to ask
you TO gimme a peek at 1t.
This Is al outraged!
"Yassah, but | just nachelly got to
see it."
Wedgewood gathered himself to-
gether, and ransacked his many pock-
cts with Increasing anger mutterlns
under his breath. At length he pro-
duced the ticket. and thrust II at the
uorter: THAI, you idiot, are you con,
WINGED now"
The porter gazed al the billet with
iu.concealed triumph. "Yassah. Is
convinced" Mir. WedgeWood settled
back and closed his eyes. rs con-
yinced that you Is in the wrong
BERTH"
..I-..ilIni unn't hllipHa Y0uI'