The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1912-07-10
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mo. but"
/ Then. we'll have to quarrel. dari
! ing"
/ He yielded, for lack Of q better
idea: "An right. beloved. How shall
We beginr'
On close approach, the idea did
seem rather impossible to her. "How
could ! ever quarrel with you. my
lover" she cooed.
He gaxed at her with q rush OF
lovely tenderness: And how could I
ever speak Grossly to your"
We never shall have harsh word.
Ghan wSf" she resolved.
'Nsver!" he seconded. So that
resolution passed the house unani
mously.
They held hands In luxury a while.
the1 she began again: "Still. we must
pretend. You start 1t. love"
mo. you start It," he pleaded.
You ought to-" she beamed. "You
rot me into this mess.-
The word slipped out MALLORY
started: Mess! How is 1t my fault? ?
Good Lord. are you going to begin
chucking 1t up?"
Well. you must admit, darling %
Marjorie urged. that you've bungled
everything pretty badly"
1t 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.: III you are
20 afraid Of my temper. love. perhaps
you'd better call 1t all on before it's
too late."
Il didn't say anything about your
temper. sweetheart" Mallory insisted.
You did. too. honey. You said Ia
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 a decisive mo
tion, and demanded: where are you
going?"
up In the baggage car with
Snoozleums," she SMILED. "Hes the
only one that doesn't find fault with
me-"
Mallory was stung to action by this
crisis: WAIT" he said. He leaned
out and motioned down the alley.
Porter! Wait a moment. darling.
Porter!"
The porter arrived with a half.fold.
ed blanket In his hands, and his usual
"Yassah!"
Reckoning him closer, Mallory mum
bled In a low tone: rs there an ex.
ira berth on this carr"
The porter's 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 Rerth?'
The porter breathed hard. and gave
this bridal couple up as a riddle that
followed no known rules. He went to
md the sleeping car conductor. and
returned with the Information that
the diagram showed nobody assigned
to number three.
Then Ill take number three" said
Mallory. poking money at the porter.
And still the porter could not under
stand.
"Now, lemme onderstan' you-all."
he stammered. Does you both move
over to numba three, or does yo'-yO'
lady remain heah, while jest you pre-
ambulates?"
Just / preambulate. you black
hound!" Mallory answered, In a
threatening tone. The porter could
understand that. at least and he
brfstled away with a meek: "Yessah.
Numba three Is yours, sah."
The troubled features OF the baf.
ned porter cleared up as by msgic
fhen he arrived at number three, for
mere 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 or
his number. how he had leased the
porter's services as a sort of private
nurse. and had paid no advance roy
alties.
And now he was sprawled and snor.
ing maJestically among his many lug
cages. like sleeping lion. Revenge
tasted good to the humble porter; 1t
tasted like candied yam smOthered
In 'possum gravy. He smacked his
thick lips over this revenge. With
all the insOlence OF servant In brief
authority. he glOated over his prey.
and prodded him awake Then mur-
INJURED with hypocritical Difference:
Excuse me. but could / see yo' ticket
for yo' seat?"
Certainly not! It's too much
trouble" grumbled the half asleeper.
"Confound you!"