The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-12-12
Mallory would have suspected hYm. lie


might die an old maid before he would
approach anybody else on that sub
ject.
Nebraska would have been nice
long state for honeymoon, but It's
four hundred-odd miles were dreary
length for the couple SO near and yet
so far. The railroad clinging to the
meandering Platte made the way far
longer, and Mallory and Marjorie left
like Pyramus and Thisbe wandering
along an eternal wall, through which
they could see, but not reach, one
another.
They dined together as dolefully as
If they had been married for forty
years. Then the slow twilight soaked
them In it's melancholy. The porter
lighted up the car, and the angels
lighed up the stars, but nothing light
ed up their hopes.
We've got to quarrel again, my be-
loved" Mallory groaned to Marjorie.
Somehow they were too dreary even
to nag one another with an outburst
for the benefit of the eager-eyed pas
sengers.
A little excitement bestirred them
as they realized that they were con-
fronted with another night-roseless
night and morrow without change of
gear.
What pity that we left our things
in the taxicab." Marjorie sighed. And
this time she said, eve left thenl," in
stead of you left them" It wan very
gracious of her. but Mallory did not
acknowledge the courtesy. Instead he
gave a start and gasp:
Good Lord, Marjorie. We never
paid the second taxicab!"
Great heavens, how shall we ever
pay him? He's been waiting there
twenty-four hours. How much do you
suppose We owe him?"
About year of my pay, guess"
"You must send him telegram Of
apology and ask him to read his
meter. He was such nice man-the
kindest eyes-for chauffeur"
But how can l telegraph hiIa?
don't know his name, or his number,
or his company, or anything.'e
ITS too bad. He'll go through life
hating US and thinking we cheated
him."
"Well, he doesn't know our names
either"
And then they forgot him temporad-
ly for the more immediate need of
clothes. All the passengers knew that
they had left behind what baggage
40 M r1,~ y,
sympathy had been expressed. But
most people would rather give you
their sympathy than lend you their
clothes. Mallory did not mind the
men, but Marjorie dreaded the wom-
en-. She was afraid of all of them but
Mrs. Temple.
She threw herself on the little lady's
mercy and was asked to help herself
She borrowed nightgown Of extraor-
binary simplicity, shirt waist Of an
ancient mode, and a number Of other
things.
If there had been anyone there to
see she would have made most ana
chronistic bride.
Mallory canvassed the men and OBJ
tanned shockingly purple shirt from
Wedgewood, who meant to put him at
his ease, but somehow failed when he
said in answer to Mallory's thanks:
God bless my soul, old top, don't
you think of thanking me. 1 ought to
thank you. You see, the idiot who
makes my shirts, made that by mis-
take, and I'd be no end grateful If
you'd jolly we'll take the loathsome
thing off my hands. l mean to say,
I shouldn't dream Of being seen in it
myself. You quite understand, don't
your"
Ashton contributed a maroon afro
city in hosiery, with equal tact:
IF they fit you, keep 'em. I got
stung on that batch of socks. That
pair was originally lavender, but they
washed like that. Keep 'em. wouldn't
be found dead in EN-"
The mysterious Fosdick, who lived
a lonely life in the Observation car
and slept in the other sleeper, lent
Mallory a pair Of pyjamas evidently
intended for a bridegroom of romantic
disposition Mallory blushed as he &C.
cepted them anu when he found HIM
self in them, he whisked out the light,
he was SO ashamed of himself
Once more the whole car gaped at
the unhearG Of behavior of it's newly
welded pair. The poor porter had
been hungry for bridal couple, but
as he went about gathering up the
cast-off footwear of his large family
and found Mallory's shoes at number
three and MarSorie's tiny boots at
number five, he shook his head and
groaned.
"Tilnes has suttainly changed for
the wuss. If this Is bridal couple.
gimme Divorces"
CHAPTER XXI.
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