The Progressive West Virginian. [volume] (Williamson, W. Va.) 1911-1913, 1912-09-26

| lighed up the stars, but nothing light.
ed up their hopes.
We've got to quarrel again, my be-
loved Mallory groaned to Marjorie.
| Somehow they were too dreary even
to nag one another with an outburst
for the benefit Of the eager-eyed pas
, sengers.
A little excitement bestirred them
as they realized that they were con-
fronted with another night-robeless
! night and morrow without change of
gear.
What a pity that we left our things
in the taxicab," Marjorie sighed. And
| this time she said, I'VE left Them" in
stead of you left them" 1t was very
| gracious Of her, but Mallory did not
acknowledge the courtesy. Instead he
gave start and gasp:
Good Lord. Marjorie, we never
| paid the second taxicab!"
Great heavens, how shall we ever
pay him? He's been waiting there
twenty-four hours. How much do you
suppose we owe him."
About year Of my pay. guess"
You must send him telegram of
| apology and ask him to read his
meter. He was such nice mantle
kindest eyes-for chauffeur"
But how can telegraph him?
don't know his name, or his number,
or his company, or anything"
hod L. rtR.
hating us and thinking we cheated
him."
We'll. he doesn't know our names
either"
And then they forgot him temporari-
ly for the more immediate need of
| clothes. All the passengers knew that
they had left behind what baggage
they had not sent ahead, and much
sympathy had been expressed. But
fmost people would rather give you
their sympathy than lend you their
| clothes. Mallory did not mind the
men, but Marjorie dreaded the WON
en-. She was afraid Of all Of them but
Mrs. Temple.
She threw herself on the little lady's
mercy and was asked to help herself
She borrowed nightgown Of extraor-
binary simplicity, shirt waist of an
ancient mode, and number Of other
things.
II there had been anyone there to
see she would have made most ana
chronistic bride.
Mallory canvassed the men and OBJ
tained shockingly purple shirt from
Wedgewood, who meant to put him at
his ease, but somehow failed when he
said In answer to Mallory's thanks:
God bless my soul, old top, don't
you think of thanking me. ought to
| thank You. You see, the idiot who
makes my shirts. made that by mis-
| take, and I'd be no end grateful If
you'd jolly well take the loathsome
thing off my hands. mean to say.
| shouldn't dream of being seen In it
myself. You quite understand, don't
you?"
Ashton contributed maroon afro
city in hosiery, with equal tact:
IF they fit you, keep EN-. | got
stung on that batch of socks. That
pair was originally lavender, but they
washed like that. Keep 'em. wouldn't
be found dead in EN-"
The mysterious Fosdick, who lived
a lonely life In the Observation car
and slept in the other sleeper, lent
Mallory pair of pyjamas evidently
intended for bridegroom Of romantic
disposition. Mallory blushed as he ac-
cepted them and when he found him
self in them, he whisked out the light.
| he was SO ashamed of himself.
Once more the whole car gaped at
the unheard Of behavior of Its newly
welded pair. The poor porter had
been hungry for a bridal couple, but
as he went about gathering up the
cast-off footwear of his large family
and found Mallory's shoes at number
three and Marjorie's tiny boots at
number five, he shook his head and
groaned.
Times has suttainly changed for
the wuss. II this Is a bridal couple,
| gimme divorces"