The Delta independent., 1912-07-05

weugewooo was woe awake now.
and surly as any Englishman before
breakfast: "Of cawse I'm shaw. How
dare you?"
TOO bad, but I'm 'bleeged to ask
you to gimme a peek at it."
This is an outraged"
"Yassah, but l Just nachelly got to
see it."
Wedgewood gathered himself to-
gether, and ransacked his many pock-
cts with increasing anger. muttering
under his breath. At length he pro-
duced the ticket, and thrust 1t at the
porter: "Thah, you idiot, are you con-
vinced now?"
The porter gazed at the billet with
ill-concealed triumph. "Yassah. is
convinced" Mr.. Wedgewood settled
back and closed his eyes. rs con-
vinced that you is in the wrong
BERTH"
Impossible! l won't believe you'll"
the Englishman ragged, getting to his
feet in fury.
perhaps you'll believe Mista Tick
et," the porter chortled. He says
numba ten, and that's ten across the
way and down the road piece"
This is outrageous! l decline to
move"
You may decline, but you move
just the same" the porter said, reach
ing out for his various bags and car
ryalls. The train moves and you
move with it."
Wedgewood stood fast: You had
tn in
first place"
The porter disdained to refute this
slander He stumbled down the aisle
with the bundles. Its too bad, it's
suttnly too bad, but you sholy must
come along"
Wedgewood followed, gesticulating
violently.
"Here-wait-how dare you! And
that berth is made up. ! don't want
to go to bed now!"
"Mista Ticket says, Go to baid!'-
"Of all the disgusting countriesI
Heah, don't put that thah-heah."
The porter flung his load anywhere,
and absolved himself with curt, us
got otha passengers to wait on now
Il shall certainly report you to the
company the Englishman fumed.
'Yassah, l p'sume so.'
Have l got to go to bed now? Real
ly, I" but the porter was gone, aEd
the irate foreigner crawled under his
curtains, muttering, Il shall write a
letter to the London Times about
this"
To add to his misery, Mrs. Whit
comb came from the Womens 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
fiercest, How dare you!" But Mrs.
Whitcomb was fresh from a pro-
longed encounter with Mrs. Yelling
ton, and she flung back a venomous
glare that sent the Englishman to
cover.
he had to dash out to the vestibule
to give vent to hilarious yelps OF
laughter. When he had regained COM
posure. he came back to Mallory, and
bent over him to say:
"Yo' berth is empty, sab. Shall l
make 1t 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
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 ne my
own baggage"
"Yo what-missus?"
"Our handbags, idiot" Mallory ex-
planned. peevishiy.
Il amt 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 II he had been
shot. Good Lord. l 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 tho
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 aheadi"