The Raymer enterprise., 1912-08-15

eyes and her voice: Can you sug.
gest anything better?"
mo. but"
Then. Well have to quarrel. darl
ing"
He yielded, for lack of better
idea: "All right. beloved. How shall
We begin?"
On close approach, the idea did
seem rather impossible to her. How
could ever quarrel with you. my
love?" she cooed.
He gazed at her with rush OF
lovely tenderness: And how could /
ever speak Grossly to your"
we never shall have 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 1t. love-"
mo. you start It," he pleaded.
You ought to-" she beamed. "You
got me into this ness"
The word slipped out. Mallory
started: Mess, How is 1t my fault,
Good Lord, are you going to begin
chucking 1t up?'
We'll. you must admit. darling"
Marjorie urged. that you've bungled
everything pretty badly"
1t was SO undeniable that he could
only groan: And | suppose III hear
OF this TIL my dying day. dearest"
Marjorie had little temper all her
own. So she defended 1t: III you are
so afraid OF my temper. love, perhaps
you'd better call 1t all OF before it's
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
II | had such a disposition! You can
stay here" She rose to her feet. He
pressed her back with decisiye mo
tion. and demanded: Where are you
goins?"
Up In the baggage car with
Snoozleums." she SMILED Hes the
only one that doesn't lind fault with
me-"
Mallory was stung to action by this
crisis: Wait" he said. He leaned
out and motioned down the alley.
Porter! Wait moment. darling.
Porter"
The porter arrived with half.fold.
ed blanket In his hands, and his usual
"Yassah."
Reckoning him closer. Mallory mum.
bled In low tone: rs there an e1.
ira berth on 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 tc
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, lemme onderstan' youall,"
he stammered Does you both move
over to numba three. or does yo-yo
lady remain heah. while Jest you pre-
ambulates?"
lust / preambulatc. you black
hound!" Mallory answered, in O.
threatening tone. The porter could
understand that, at least. and he
bristled away with a meek: "YeSsah.
Numba three Is yours. sab"
The troubled features OF the baf
fled porter cleared up as by magic
when he arrived at number three, ior
there he found his tyrant and tor.
mentor. the English invader.
He remembered how Indignantly
Mr.. Wedgewood had refused to show
his ticket. how cocksure he was OF
his number. how he had leased the
porter's services as sort OF private
nurse. and had paid no advance roy.
alties.
CTo BE CoNTINuEDJ