The Prescott daily news., 1912-04-16

IydllS. 1 u6 LldlA hAONSo SAAN JNN move with it.
 Wedgewood stood fast: You had no right to put me in here in the first place"
 The porter disdained to refute this islander. He stumbled down the aisle with the bundles. It's too bad, it's sutt'nly too bad, but you sholy must come along"
 Wedgewood followed, gesticulatmg violently.
 "Here-wait-how dare you! And that berth is made up. don't want to go to bed nowI"
 "Mista Ticket says, Co to baid!-"
 "Of all the disgusting countries! Heah, don't put that thah-heah."
 The porter flung his load anywhere, and absolved himself with a curt. IFS got Otha passengers to wait on now" 'I shall certainly report you to the company" the EngIishman fumed.
 'Yassah, I p'sume SO"
 Have got to go to bed now? Real ly, T." but the porter was gone, ana
 
 curtains, muttering, T shall write a letter to the London Times about this"
 To add to his misery, Mrs. Whit comb came from the Women's Room, and as she passed hIm, she prodded him with one sharp elbow and twisted the corner of her heel into his little toe. He thrust his head out with his tiercest, How dare you!" But Mrs Whitcomb was fresh from pro- longed encounter with Mrs. Yelling ton, and she flung back a venomous glare that sent the Englishman to cover
 The porter reveled in his victory till he had to dash out to the vestibule to give vent to hilarious yelps of laughter When he had regained com posture, he came back to Mallory, ana bent over him to say:
 "Yo berth is empty, sah Shall make it up?"
 Mallory nodded, and turned to Mar jorie, with a sad, Good night, dar- ing"
 The porter rolled his eyes again, and turned away, only to be recalled by Marjorie's voice: Porter, take this old handbag out of here"
 The porter thought of the van quished Lathrop, exiled to the smok- ing room, and he answered. That be- longs to the gemman what owns this berth"
 Put it in number one" Marjorie commanded, with queenly gesture
 The porter obeyed meekly, wonder ing what would happen next. He had no sooner deposited Lathrop's valise among the incongruous white ribbons, than Marjorie recalled him to say: And, porter, you may bring me my own baggage"
 "Yo what-missus?" Our handbags, idiot" Mallory ex- plained, peevishly.
 'I ain't seen no handbags of you alls," the porter protested. "You-all didn't have no handbags when you got on this cah"
 Mallory jumped as if he had been shot Good Lord, I remember! We left 'em in the taXicab!"
 The porter cast his hands up, and walked away from the tragedy. Mar jorie stared at Mallory in horror.
 We had so little time to catch the train." Mallory stammered. Marjorie Ieaped to her feet: I'm going up in the baggage car"
 For the dog?"
 For my trunk"
 And now Mallory annihilated her completely, for he gasped: Our trunks are on the train ahead!"
 Marjorie fell back for one moment, then bounded to her feet with shrill commands: Porter! Porter! l want you to stop this train this minute!"
 The porter called back from the depths of berth This train don't stop till tomorrow noon."
 Marjorie had strength enough for only one vain protest: Do you mean to say that I've got to go to San Fran cisco in this waist-a waist that has seen whole day in Chicago?"
 The best consolation Mallory could offer was companionship in misery. He pushed forward one not too i'm maculate cuff. Well, this is the only linen I have"
 Don't speak to me- snapped Mar 1orie, beating her heels against the floor.
 But, my darling!"