The Ordway new era., 1912-08-23

corridor, and a man in checked over
4lls dashed into the car.
His ear was slightly red. and no
held at arms length. as II 1t were
venomous monster, Snoozleums. Ana
he yelled:
"Say. whose durn dog Is this? he
bit two men. and he makes so mucn
noise we can't sleep in the baggage
car"
Marjorie went flying down the aisle
to reclaim her lost lamb In wolfs
clothing, and Snoozleums. the returned
prodigal, yelped and Ieaped. and told
her all about the indignities he had
been subjected to. and his valiant
struggle for liberty.
Marjorie. seeing only Snoozleums;
stepped into the fatal berth number
one. and paid no heed to the dangling
ribbons. Mallory, eager to restore
himself to her love by loving her dog.
crowded closer to her side. making q
hypocritical ado over the pup.
Everybody. was popping his or her
face out to learn the cause OF such
clamor. Among the bodiless heads
suspended along the curtains. ike
Dyak trophies. appeared the great
mask Of Little Jimmie Wellington. He
had been unable to sleep for mourn
ing the wanton waste of that lovely
rice-trap.
When he peered forth. his eyes
hardly believed themselves. The
elusive bride and groom were actu'
ally in the trap-the hen pheasant
and the chanticleer. But the net did
not fall. He waited to see them sit
down. and spring the Internal ma
chine But they would not sit.
In fact, Marjorie was muttering to
Harry-tenderly. now. since he had
won her back by his efforts to con-
sole Snoozleums-she was muttering
tenderly:
I'VE must not be seen together.
honey. Go away. Ill see you in the
morning."
And Mallory was saying with bit
terest resignation: Good night-my
friend"
And they were shaking hands! This
incredible bridal couple was shaking
hands with itself-disintegrating!
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least his duty by the sacred rites.
The gaping passengers saw what
was probably the largest pair OF pa
1amas in Chicago. They saw Little
Jimmie, smothering back his siggles
like a schoolboy. tiptoe from his
berth. enter the next berth. brushing
the porter aside. climb on the seat,
and clutch the ribbon that pulled tho
stopper from the trap.
Down upon the unsuspecting elop-
ers came this miraculous cloudburst
Of ironical rice. and with 1t came Lit.
tie Jimmie Wellington. who lost what
little balance he had. and catapuited
into their midst like the offspring OF
an iceberg.
II was at this moment that Mrs.
Wellington. hearing the loud cries Of
the panic-stricken Marjorie. rushed
from the Women's Room. absent-mind.
edly combins . totally detached sec
tion Of her hair. She recognized IA
miliar pyjamas waving in air. and
with one faint gasp: Jimmie! on this
train!" she swooned away. She would
have fallen. but seeing that no one
pnid any attention to her. she recov-
cred consciousness on her own hook.
and vanished into her berth. to medi-
tate on the why's and wherefores OF
her husbands presence in this car.
DR.. Temple in a nightgown and
trousers: Roger Ashton. in a collar
less estate, and the porter. managed
to extricate Mr.. Wellington from hts
plight. and stow him away, though It
was like putting whale to bed.
Mallory. seeing that Marjorie had
fed. vented his wild rage against fate
in general. and rice traps in particu-
lar, by tearing the bridal bungalow to
pieces. and then he stalked into the
smoking room. where Ira Lathrop.
homeless and dispossessed. was sound
asleep. with his feet in the chair.
He was dreaming that he was n
boy in Brattleboro. the worst boy in
Brattleboro. trying to get UP the cour-
age to spark pretty Anne Cattle. and
throwing rocks at the best boy IN
town. Charlie Selby. who was always
at her side. The porter woke Ira. an
hour later, and escorted him to the
late bridal section.
Marjorie had fed with her dog. as
soon as she could grope her way
through the deluge OF rice. She hop
ped into her berth. and spent an hour
trying to clear her hair OF the null
titudinous grains. And as for SnooZle-
ums. his thick wool was SO be-riced
that for two days. whenever he shook
himself. he snew.