The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1912-04-26
cnAprER XIV.
A Premature Divorce. :

~ Al A Premature Divorce.
8dddeuly Marjorie's heart gave .
led Of Joy. She was having another
idS&. I'll tell You. Harry. Well pre-
tend to quarrel, and then" s
~ and then you can leave me In high
'r asSs$:s struck. him a. /. tr,ns r.-
convineipGs f,Dont you think 1t books
kind "a Improbable on-on-such AN
occasion?"
Marjorie blushed. and lowered her
eyes and her voice: Can you sug-
sest anything betterf"
mo. but" ,a ".
"Then, wen have 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
lover" she cooed.
He gazed at her with a rush or
lovely tenderness: And how could
ever speak Grossly to your"
I'VE never shall have harsh word,
shall WEI" she resolved.
"Never!" he seconded. So that
resolution passed the house unani-
mously.
They held hands in luxury while.
then she began again: Still, we must
pretend. You start it, love-"
mo, you start it," he pleaded.
"You ought to-" she beamed. "You
got me into this mess"
The word slipped out. Mallory
started: Mess! How is it my fault?
Good Lord, are you going to begin
chucking it up?"
Well, you must admit, darling"
Marjorie urged. that you've bungled
everything pretty badly"
1t was so undeniable that he could
only groan: "And l suppose I'll hear
OF this till my dying day, dearest"
Marjorie had a little temper all her
own. So she defended it: IF you are
SO afraid Of my temper, love, perhaps
you'd better call it all off before it's
too late"
Il 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 disposition! You can
stay here" She rose to her feet. lie
pressed her back with a decisive mo-
ton, and demanded where are you
goingr"
up in the baggage car with
Hnoozleums," she SMILED. Hes 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! Wait moment, darling.
Porter!"
The porter arrived with a half-fold-
ed blanket in his hands, and his usual
"Yassah!"
Reckoning him closer, Mallory num-
bled in low tone: rs there an ex-
ira berth on this carr"
The porter's 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 berth?"
The porter breathed hard, and gave
this bridal couple up as a riddle that
followed no known rules. He went to
lind the sleeping car conductor, and
returned with the information that
the diagram showed nobody assigned
to number three.
Then Ill take number three" said
Mallory, poking money at the porter
And still the porter could not under
stand.
Nov, 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-
ambulates2"
Just l preambulate, you black
hound!" Mallory answered, In a
threatening tone. The porter could
understand that, at least, and he
bristled away with meek: "Yessah.
Numba three is yours, sah."
The troubled features of the baf-
lied porter cleared up as by magic
when he arrived at number three, for
there he found his 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 he had leased the
porter's services as sort OF private
nurse, and had paid no advance roy
alties.
And now he was sprawled and snor-
Ing majestically among his many lug
cages. like a sleeping lion. Revenge
tasted good to the humble porter; 1t
tasted like candied yam smothered
In 'possum gravy. He smacked his
thick lips over this revenge. With
all the insolence of a servant in brief
authority, he gloated over his prey,
and prodded him awake. Then MUIR
1ured with hypocritical Differences:
Excuse me, but could see yo' ticket
or yo' seat?"
Certainly. not! It's too much