The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-10-08
Copyright, 1871, by II. z. Fly Co.
CHAPTER XVII.
The Doq-on Dog Again.


AS the conductor left the Mallorys
TO their own devices, 1t rushed over
him anew what sacrilege had been at
tempted-a fool bride had asked him
TO stop the Trans-American of all
trains,-to go shopping of all things!
He stormed into the smoking room
to open the safety valve OF his wrath,
and found the porter just coming out
of the buffet cell with tray, two hol-
low-stemmed glasses and a bottle
swaddled in a napkin.
Say, Ellsworth, what in - do
you suppose that female back there
wants?-wants me to hold the Trans
American while"
But the porter was in furry him.
self He was about to serve cham
payne. and he cut the conductor short:
"'Scuse me, boss, but they's low
in couple in the stateroom forward
that is in a powerful hurry for this. |
can't talk to you now. I'll see you
later" And he staggered off, leav-
ing the door OF the buffet open. The
conductor paused to close it, glanced
in, started, stared, glared, roared:
whats thisi WE'LL I'll be-a dog
smuggled in here! I'll break that
coon's head. Come out of there, you
miserable Urinary hound" He seized
the incredulous Snoozleums by the
scruff of his neck, growing, Its you
for the baggage car ahead" and
dashed out with his prey, just as Nal
lory, now getting new bearings on
Marjorie's character, spoke across
the rampant of his Napoleonically
folded arms:
We'll, you're nice one!-making
violent love to conductor before my
very eyes. A minute more and /
would have"
She silenced him with a snap:
Don't you speak to me! I hate you!
l hate all men. The more / know
men the more like" this reminded
her, and she asked anxiously: Where
is Snoozleums?"
Mallory, impatient at the shift of
subject, snapped back: ooh, left him
in the buffet with the waiter. What !
want to know is how you dare to-
WAS it colored waiter?"
"Of course. But I'm not speaking
Of"
But suppose he should bite him?"
"Oh, you can't hurt those niger
walters. l started to say"
But I can't have Snoozleums bit
ing colored people. 1t might not agree
with him. Get him at once"
Mallory trembled with suppressed
rage like an overloaded boiler, but he
gave up and growled: "Oh, Lord, all
right. I'll get him when I've fin
ished-"
go get him this minute. And bring
the poor darling back to his mother"
His mother! Ye gods!" cried NAL
lory, wildly. He turned away and
dashed into the mems room with a
furious: where's that damned dog?''
He met the porter just returning.
The porter smiled: Hes right in
heah, sir" and opened the buffet door,
His eyes popped and his jaw sagged:
Why, I lef' him here just a minute
ago."
You left the window open, too"
Mallory observed. We'll, guess he's
gone"
The porter was panic-stricken: "Oh,
I'm turrible sorry, boss, l wouldn't
have lost dat dog for fortune. Ii
you was to hit me with a axe l
wouldn't mind"
To his utter befuddlement, Mallory
grinned and winked at him, and MUIR
INJURED: "Oh, that's all right. Don't
worry" And actually laid half a dol
lids batting over the starting eyes,
Mallory pulled his smile into long
face and went back to Marjorie like
an undertaken: MY love, prepare
yourself for bad news"
Marjorie looked up, startled and ap-
prehensive: "Snoozleums is i'll. He
did bite the darkey."
of the window"
"When!" she shrieked, Gin heavens
name-when?"
He was there just a minute ago,
the waiter says"
Marjorie went into instant Mysteries,
wringing her hands and sobbing: "Oh,
my darling, my poor child-stop the
train at once!'
She began to pound Mallorys
shoulders and shake him franticalIy.
He had never seen her this way eth
er. He was getting his education in
advance. He tried to calm her with
inexpert words: How can l stop the
train? Now, dearie, he was a nice
dog, but after all, he was only dog"
She rounded on him like a panther:
Only dog He was worth a dozen
men like you. You find the conductor
at once. command him to stop this
train-and back up! l don't care if
he has to go back ten miles. Run,
tell him at once. Now, you rum"
Mallory stared at her as if she had
gone mad, but he set out to run some
where, anywhere. Marjorie paced up
and down distractedly, tearing her
hair and moaning, "SnooZleums, Snoo-
zleums, My child. My poor childI"
At length her wildly rowing eyes noted
the bell rope. She stared, pondered,
nodded her head, clutched at it, could
not reach it, jumped for it several
times in vain, then seized a chair,
swung it into place, stood up in it,
gripped the rope, and came down on
it with all her weight, dropping to the
floor and jumping up and down in a
frenzied dance. In the distance the
engine could be heard family whist
ling, whistling for every pull.
The engineer, far ahead, could not