The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-09-12
Copyright, IgIl, By Il. K Fly Co.

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That! Haven't you got a mans
size berth?"
Sorry, sab. That's as big bunk
as they is on the train"
Have l got TO be locked up in that
pigeon-hole for-for how many days
is 1t to Reno?"
'Reno?" The porter greeted that
meaningful name with smile. We're
doc in Reno the-the-mawnin or
the 10th day, sab. Yassah." He put
the baggage down and started away,
but the fat man seized his hand, with
great emotion:
Don't leave me all alone in there,
porter, for I'm broken-hearted man"
rs that so? Too bad. sab"
Were you ever a broken-hearted
man, porter?"
Always, sab"
Did you ever put your trust in a
false-hearted woman?"
often, sab"
WAS she ever true to you, por-
teri"
Never, sah."
Porter, we are partners in mis-
sis-ery."
And he wrung the rough, black hand
with a solemnity that embarrassed
the porter almost as much as it would
have embarrassed the passenger him
self if he could have understood what
he was doing. The porter disengaged
himself with a patient but hasty:
I'm afraid you'll have to 'scuse me.
l got to hep the other passengers on
bode"
Don't let me keep you from your
duty. Duty is the-the-" But he
could not remember what duty was,
and he would have dropped off to
sleep, if he had not been startled by
a familiar voice which the porter had
luckily escaped.
"Pawtah, Pawtah! Can't you raise
this lighter rather can't you lower
it? Pawtah, This light is so in
formally dim I can't read"
To the Englishman's intense amaze
ment his call brought to him not the
porter. but a rising moon with the
profound query:
"Whass a lii thing like dim light,
when the light of your life has gone
out?"
Il beg your pardon?'
Without further invitation, the
mammoth descended on the English
mans territory.
I'm a broken-hearted man, Mr.
Mr. didn't get your name"
"Er-ah-I dare say"
Thanks, | will sit down" He lift.
ed a great carry-all and airily tossed
it into the aisle, set the Gladstone
on the lap of the Infatuated English
man, and squeezed into the seat op-
posite, making sad mix-up OF knees.
MY names Wellington. Ever hear
of lii Jimmie Wellington? That's
me-"
Any relation to the Duke?"
"Nagh!"
He no longer interested Mr.. Wedge
wood. But Mr.. Wellington was not
aware that he was being snubbed. He
went right on getting acquainted:
Are you married, Mr.-Mr.-T
moi"
MY heartfelt congratulations.
Hang on to your luck, my boy. Don
let any female take it away from you.
He slapped the Englishman on the
elbow amiably, and his prisoner was
too stified with wrath to emit more
than one feeble "Pawtah!"
Mr.. Wellington unused on aloud:
"Oh. If | had only remained single.
But she was so beautiful and she
swore to love, honor and obey. Mrs.
Wellington is queen among women,
mind you, and | have nothing to say
against her except that she has the
temper of a tarantula." He Italicized
the word with a light FLIP of his lett
hand along the back of the seat he
did not notice that he tilliped the
angry head of Mr. Ira Lathrop IN the
next seat. He went on with his por-
trait of his wife. She has the
Extravaganza of sultana another
flip for Mr.. Lathrop-"the zhealousy
of a cobra, the f1irtatiousness or
humming bird" Mr.. Lathrop was glar-
ing round like a man-eating tiger, but
WELLINGTON talked on. She drinks,
swears and smokes cigars, otherwise
she's fine-a queen among women.
Neither this amazing vision of wom-
ankind, nor this beautiful example or
longing for confession and sympathy
awakened a response in the English
mans frozen bosom. His only action
was another violent effort to disengage
his cramped knees from the knees or
his tormentor; his only comment a
vain and weakening, cry for help
"Pawtah! Pawtah!"
Wellington's bleary, teary eyes were
lighted with triumph. Finally l saw
couldn't stand it any longer so l
bought a tic-hic-et to Reno. | stab
lish a residensh in six monfths-get
divorce-no shcandal. Even m'own
wife won't know anything about it
The Englishman was almost attract
ed by this astounding picture of the
divorce laws in America. Ii sounded
sa barbarically quaint that he leaned
forward 10 near more, but MI. " eIung-
toms hand, like a mischievous run
away, had wandered back into the
shaggy locks atop Of Mr.. LathrOp. His
right hand did not let his left know
what it was doing, but proceeded quite
independently TO grip as much of
Lathrop's hair as It would hold.
Then as Mr.. Wellington shook with
joy at the prospect of Dear old
Reno!" he began unconsciously TO
draw Ira Lathrop's head after his hair
across the seat. The pain Of it shot
the tears into Lathrop's eyes, and as
he writhed and twisted he was too
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