Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1912-07-11

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Whitcomb was fresh from a pro-
. longed encounter with Mrs. Yelling
ton, and she flung back venomous
glare that sent the EngIishman to
cover.
The porter reveled in his victory till
he had to dash out to the vestibuIe
to give vent to hilarious yelps OF
laughter. When ne had regained COM
posture, he came back to Mallory, and
bent over him to say:
"Yo' berth is empty, sab. Shall l
make it up?"
Mallory nodded, and turned to Mar
jorie, with a sad, Good night, darl-
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
pushed Lathrop, exiIed to the smok-
ing room, and he answered: That be-
longs to the gemman what owns this
berth"
Put 1t 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-
planned, peevishly.
Il amt seen no handbags OF you
alls," the porter protested. "You-au
didn't have no handbags when you got
on this cab"
Mallory jumped as If he had been
shot. Good Lord, remember! We
lett '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
leaped 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! | want
you to stop this train this minute!"
The porter called back from the
80
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 a 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 l have"
Don't speak to me-" snapped Mar
jorie, beating her heels against the
floor.
But, my darling!"
Go away and leave me. l hate
you."
Mallory rose up, and stumbling
down the aisle, plounced into berth
number three, an allegory OF despair.
About this time, Little Jimmie Well
ington, having completed more or less
chaotic preparations for sleep, found
that he had put on his pyjamas hind
side foremost. After vain efforts to
whirl round quickly and get at his
own back, he put out frowsy head.
and called for help.
Say, Porter, Porter!"
I'm still on the train," answered
the porter, coming into view.
You'll have to hook me up"
The porter rendered what aid and
correction he could in Wellington's
hippopotamine toilet Wellington was
just wide enough awake to discern
the undisturbed bridal-chamber. He
whined:
Say, porter. that rice-trap. Aren't
they going to flop the rice-trap?"
The porter shook his head sadly.
Don't look lxke that flopper's a'goin
TO flip. That dog-on bridal couple is
done divorced a'ready!"