Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1912-08-22

The conductor threw up his hands:
well, don't you women beat" He
studied Marjorie as If she were some
curious freak of nature. Suddenly an
idea struck into his daze. Say, what
kind OF dog was TIA measly little
cheese-hound? ?"
He was a noble, beautiful soul
with wonderful eyes and adorable
ears"
The conductor was growing weak
er and weaker: "Well, don't worry. 1
got him. He's in the baggage car"
Marjorie stared at him unbelieving-
ly. The news seemed too gloriously
beautiful to be true. He isn't dead
Snoozleums Is not dead!" she cried,
"he lives! He lives! You have saved
him" And once more she flung her
self upon the conductor. He tried to
bat her of like gnat, and Mallory
came to his rescue by dragging her
away and showing her into a chair
But she saw only the noble conductor:
"Oh, you dear, good, kind angel. Get
him at once"
He stays In the baggage car" the
conductor answered, firmly and as he
supposed. finally.
But Snoozleums doesn't like bag
gage cars" Marjorie smiled. HE
won't ride In one"
Hell ride In this one or I'll wiring
his neck"
"You fiend in human fiesh!" Mar.
jorie shrank away from him in hor-
ror, and he found courage to seize
the bell rope and yank 1t viciouS!y
with a sardonic: please, may start
this train?"
The whistle footed family. The bell
began to hammer, the train to creak
and writhe and click. The conductor
pulled his cap down hard and start
ed forward. Marjorie seized his
sleeve: "Oh, / implore you, don't con-
sign that poor sweet child to the hor-
rid baggage car. If you have human
heart in your breast, hear my pray
err"
The conductor surrendered uncon-
ditionally: "Oh, Lord, all right, all
right, I'll lose my job, but If you'll
keep quiet, I'll bring him to YOU" And
he skunk out meekly, followed by the
passengers, who were shaking their
heads in wonderment at this most
amazing feat of this most amazing
bride.
When they were alone once more,
Marjorie, as radiant as April after a
storm, turned her sunshiny smile on
Mallory: ~.~~ d.. 10, -..........
isn't 1t glorious to have our little
Snoozleums alive and well?'
But Mallory was feeling like a
March day. He answered with a
sleety chill: You care more for the
dog than you do for me-" .a- -.
Why shouldn't II" Marjorie an
swered with wide eyes, "SnoozIeums
never would have brought me OF,
wild goose eIopement like this. He2v-
en- knows he didn't want to come
Mallory repeated the indictment:
you love dog better than you love
your husband"
: My what Q. Nariaria Laughed IN
she spoke with lofty COMPREHENSION:
Harry Mallory, If you're going to be
jealous of that dog, I'll never marry
you the longest day live"
$50 you'll let dog come between
us?" he demanded
II wouldn't give up Snoozleums for
a hundred husbands" she retorted.
I'm glad to know 1t In time," NAL
lory said. you'd better give me back
that wedding ring"
Marjorie's heart stopped at this,
but her pride was In arms. She drew
herself up, slid the ring from her tin
ger, and held 1t out as II she scorned
It: with pleasure. Good afternoon,
Mr.. Mallory"
Mallory took 1t as If 1t We're the
merest trife, bowed and murmured:
Good afternoon, Miss Newton"
He stalked out and she turned her
back on him. A casual witness would
have said that they were too ind.f-
ferent to each other even to feel an
ger. AS a matter Of romantic fact,
each was on fire with love, and aching
madly with regret. Each longed tor
strength to whirl round with outtiung
arms of reconciliation, and neither
could be so brave. And SO they part
ed, each barking back fiercely for one
word of recall from the other. But
neither spoke, and Marjorie sat star
ing at nothing through raining eyes,
while Mallory strobe into the Mems
Room as melancholy as Hamlet with
II was their first great quarrel, and
they were convinced that the world
might as well come to an end.
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