The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-09-14
Copyright, 1911. By Il. & Fly Co
CHAPTER vi.
a Conspiracy In Satin.


its suitcase to clasp the hand the new
conner granted him. He held it fast
as he exclaimed: Don't tell me that
you are bound for Reno!" She whim-
pered: I'm afraid so, Mr.. Ashton"
He put down everything TO take her
other hand, and tuned his voice 10
coincidence: Why, thought you and
Sam Whitcomb we're"
"Oh, we were until that shameless
Mrs. Wellington"
Mrs. Wellington? Don't believe l
know her"
81 thought everybody had heard of
Mrs. Jimmie Wellington"
Mrs. Jimmie oh, yes, I've heard
Of her!" Everybody seemed to have
heard Of Mrs Jimmie Wellington.
What dance she has led her poor
husband" Mrs. Whitcomb said. And
my poor Sammy fell into her trap,
too"
Ashton, jealous comforter, took a
wrathful tone: 81 always thought your
husband was the most unmitigated-"
But Mrs. Whitcomb bridled at once.
How dare you criticize Sammy! He's
the incest boy in the world
Ashton recovered quickly. That's
what / started to say. Will he contest
| the-divorce
"Of course not" she beamed THE
| dear fellow would never deny me any
| thing. Sammy offered to get it him
self. but l told him he'd better stay
in Chicago and stick to business.
| r1on 11k 20
TOO bad he couldn't have come
along" Ashton insinuated.
But the irony was wasted, for she
sighed: yes, | shall miss him ter
ribly. But we feared that if he were
with me it might hamper me in get
ting a divorce on the ground of de-
sertion."
She was trying to look earnest and
thoughtful and heartbroken, but the
result was hardly plausible, for Mrs.
Sammy Whitcomb could not possibly
have been really earnest or really
/ thoughtful; and her heart was quite
too elastic to break. She proved it
instantly, for when she heard behind
her the voice of young man asking
her to let him pass, she turned to pro-
test, but seeing that he was a hand
some young man, her starch was in
stantly changed to sugar. And she re-
warded his good looks with a smile, as
he rewarded hers with another.
Then Ashton interviewed like a dog
in the manger and dragged her off to
her seat, leaving the young man to
eXclaim:
Some tamarind, that"
Another young man behind him
growled: Cut out the tamarinds and
get to business. Mallory will be here
any minute"
Il hate to think what he'll do to us
when he sees what we've done to
him"
"Oh, he won't dare to fight in the
presence of his little bridey-widey. Do
you see the porter in there?"
yes, suppose he objects"
We'll, we have the tickets. Well
claim it's our section till Mallory and
Mrs. Mallory come"
They moved on into the car, where
the porter confronted them. When he
saw that they were loaded with bum
dies of all shapes and sizes, he waved
them away with scorn:
The emigrant sleepa runs only
Toosdays and Thuzzdays."
From behind the first mass of pack
ages came a brisk military answer:
You black hound! About face
forward march! Section number one.
The porter retreated down the aisle
apologizing glibly. "Scuse me fol
questioning you, but you-all's baggage
looked kind O. eccentric at first"
The two young men dumped thei
, parcels on the seats and began to I'm
wrap them hastily.
If Mallory catches US, he'll kill us,
said Lieutenant Shaw. Lieutenan
Hudson only laughed and drew out /;
long streamer of white satin ribbon
. It's glimmer, and the glimmering eye
! of the young man excited Mrs. Whit
comb so much that after little hest
lance she moved forward, followed b.
= the jealous Ashton.
"Oh, what's up?" she ventured. Il
looks like something bridal"
Talk about womanly intuition!
said Lieutenant Hudson, with an in
gratiating salaam.
And then they explained to her tina
their classmate at West Point, beint
ordered suddenly TO the Philippines
had arranged to elope with his beloved
Marjorie Newton; had asked them I,
get the tickets and check the baggage
while he stopped at a minister's Il
get spliced and hike for Manila b.
this train"
Having recounted this plan in tn
full belief that ii was even at that me
ment being carried out successfully
Lieutenant Hudson, with a ghoulisl
smile, explained:
Being old friends Of the bride an
groom, We want to fix their section u
in style and make them truly comfort
able"
Delicious" gushed Mrs. Whitcomt
But you ought to have some rice an
old shoes"
Here's the rice" said Hudson.
Here's the old shoes" said Shaw.
Lovely" cried Mrs. Whitcomb, bu
then she grew soberer. Il should think
though, that they-the young couple
would have preferred a stateroom-'
"Of course" said Hudson. almos
blushing, but 1t was taken. This wa
the best We could do for them"
That's why we want 10 make
nice and bride-like,' said Shaw. Per
haps you could help us-a woman