The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1912-08-16
eyes and her voiss: Can you sug
gest anything bettsr!"

gest anything bettsr!
NO, but"
Then. Well nave 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 YOU"
We never shall have harsh WORD,
shall we?" she resolved.
Never" he seconded. So that
resolution passed the house unaui.
mously.
They held hands in luxury a while.
then she began again: Still. We must
pretend. You start 1t, love"
No, you start It," he pleaded
You ought to-" she beamed. "Yon
got NE into this mess"
The word slipped out. Mallory
started; Mess, How is it my fault,
Good Lord, are YOU going to begin
chucking 1t up?"
Well. you nust admit. darling.
Marjorie urged. that you've bungIed
everything pretty badly"
It was so undsniable that he could
only groan: And | suppose III hear
of this till my dying day, dearest"
Marjorie had little temper all her
own. So she defended It: IF you ara
so afraid OF my temper, love, perhaps
you'd better cali it all of before It's
too late"
i 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. AS
II had such a disposition You can
stay here" She rose to her feet. lie
pressed her back with a decisive mo.
ton, and demanded: Where are you
golng?"
Up in the baggage car with
Snoozieums," she sniffled He's 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! Walt moment, darling.
Porter"
The porter arrived with a haf-fold,
ed blanket in his hands, and his usual
"Yassah,"
Reckoning him closer, Mallory mum.
bled in low tone; is there an ex-
ira berth on this carr"
The porters eyes seemed to re-
Duke 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 terth?''
The porter oreethed hard, and gave
this bridal coupis up as riddle that
followed no known rules. He went to
find the sleeping ear conductor. and
returned with the information that
the diagram showed nobody assigned
to number threa
Then III take number three said
Mallory, poking money at the porter.
And still the porter could not under
stand.
Now, femme 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 l Dfeambulate. you black
hound!" Mallory answered, in a
threatening tone. The porter could
understand that. at least, and he
bristled away with a meek: "Yessah.
Numba three Is yours, sah.''
The troubled features of the baf-
fed porter cleaYed up as by magic
when be arrived at number three, for
there he found ais 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 be had leased the
porter's services as sort of private
nurse, and had paid no advance roy
alties.