The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-11-14
eyes ana her voice: Can you sur
gost anything betterf''

eyes ana her voice: Can you sue
gest anything betterf'
"No, but"
"Then, We'll have to quarrel, darl
ing"
He yielded. for lack OF a better
idea: "All right. beloved. How shall
we begin?"
On close approach, the idea die
seem rather impossible to her. allow
could ever quarrel with you, my
love-" she cooed.
He gazed at her with a rush OF
lovely tenderness: "And how could I
ever speak Grossly to your"
I'VE never shall have a harsh word.
shall WEI" she resolved.
"Never!" he seconded. So that
resolution passed the house unani-
mously.
They held hands in luxury while.
then she began again: "still. we must
pretend. You start it, love-"
mo, you start It," he pleaded.
you ought to-" she beamed. you
got me into this mess"
The word slipped out. Mallory
started: Mess! How is 1t my fault?
Good Lord, are you going to begin
chucking it up?"
We'll, yen must admit, darling"
Marjorie urges, that you've bungled
everything pretty badly"
It was SO undeniable that he could
only groan: And I suppose I'll hear
of this till my dying day, dearest
Marjorie had little temper all her
own. So she defended it: IF you are
SO afraid Of my temper, love, perhaps
you'd better call 1t all off before it's
too late"
Il didn't say anything about your
temper, sweetheart" Mallory insisted.
You did, too, honey. You said I'd
chuck this up till your dying day. Az
If had such a dispositions! You can
stay here" She rose to her feet. He
pressed her back with a decisive mo-
tion, and demanded Where are you
going?"
up in the baggage car WITH
Snoozleums," she SMILED. He's she
only one that doesn't find fault with
rte"
Mallory was stung to action by this
eaisis: WATT" he eaid. He leaned
sMit and motioned down tn2 allay.
"Sorter! Wait moment, darliag.
F,,rter"
The porter arrived with half-fG1d.
eo, blanket in his hands, ana his usual
"Tassah!"
Reckoning him closer. Mallory mr:n.
bled in a low tone: rs tcexe an ok.
ira berth on this carr"
The porter's eyes seemed to re
Duke his ears. Does yoa want this
upper made up?"
"No---of course not"
"Ex-excuse mo, I thought -
Don't you dare to think!" Mallory
thundered. isn't there another low.
er berth?"
The porter breathed HARD and gave
this bridal couple up as 4 riadls hat
followed no known rules. He went 70
find the slaepimg car conductor, no
returned With dAe information that
the diagram showed nobody assigned
to number thrae.
Then I'll take number three sAi6
Mallory, poking money at the porter.
And still the porter could not under.
stand.
Nov, lemme onderstan' Nsg-aN,"
he stammered. "Dces you both moro
over to numba three, or does yo'-.yc'
lady remain heah, While Jest you gre.
ambulates?"
Just preambulata, you hlacx
hound!" Mallory answered, tn q
threatening tone. The porter could
understand that, at least, ara he
bristled away with a meek: "Y0saah.
Numba three Is yours, sah."
The troubled features of s11a bar.
fled porter cleared up as b. magic
when he arrived at number tnsssa, tor
there he found his tyrant atsa ts,r
mentor, the English invader.
He remembered how indignantly
Mr.. Wedgewood had refAsed to show
his ticket, how cocksurS he WIS az
his number, how he had leased t,s
porter's ssrvices as a sort OF private
nurse, and had paid no advance roy.
alties.
(To BE CoNT1NUED)