The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-10-02

of feet coming down the stairs from the
upper deck and peered through the door
just in time to see Tyson pause before the
door to one Of the most elegant suites on
the ship.
Tillinghast rose quickly and waited In the
doorway to the dining saloon as he saw
Tyson and his small companion step into
the suite.
With curious twitching at the corners
of his mouth, Tillinghast dropped his hat
and stick in a corner and sauntered down
to the door.
He turned the knob and flung open the
door.
Inside the state-room his gaze was fixed
solennnly on tableau. Evidently he was
just in time.
Nine. Flaubert was In the foreground,
her handsome face tense and her hands
cenched; she was glazing at him, her mouth
open as though an angry flow of speech
had been suddenly shocked back. Tyson
covered beside her, while his little compan-
ion stood before them, holding book and
looking from one to the other, a worried
frown furrowed through his forehead. On
a heavily upholstered lounge spread large
coarse Frenchwoman, as though she had
been dropped there, her mouth open and
her awed eyes staring.
Hello, Tyson" called Tillinghast in an
even tone. "Getting married."
Tyson, his fabby face gone pale, looked
up with beseeching eyes and turned to
Flaubert for an answer.
eyes, he isl" the Frenchwoman cried
shrilly. At the same time the door at
Tilinghast's back vibrated with emphatic
poundings from the surprised guard.
"Your family doesn't object, I suppose?"
queried Tillinghast, in very tired tone, as
though complaining of the weather.
at doesn't matter any who objectsl"
screamed Flaubert. "He'S of age"
eyes," smiled Tillinghast ~ should
say you were both of age"
Flaubert caught in her breath in sharp
hiss; her passion heightened her color and
made her all the more charming, as she
turned to the old drab of Frenchwoman,
frozen on the lounge, and her tongue tripped
lightly over a mouthful of voluble French.
ooh, don't mind giving my pedigree to
your collapsed friend" said Tillinghast;
adding, Cologne would be more serviceable
in reviving her."
81 say, Tillinghast," drawled young
Tyson, rallying under this show of cour-
age, "you know, my dear fellow, a man is
really his own master; and if you wouldn't
mind stepping outside, we would like to
complete this little personal affair"
Surely" said Tillinghast suavely, f'but
you can't object to my witnessing your
marriage?"
cob, if you put it on that ground, you are
quite welcome" replied the other, pruning
himself as though he had said something
very clever.
"Then go ahead" commanded Flaubert,
turning to the presiding shrimp, who seemed
worried over the pounding at the door,
which had gradually lessened.
Tillinghast watched as the man brought
out again the worn little book, which he had
furtively replaced in his pocket, and began
reading the short marriage form in use
among Justices of the Peace.
The answers came in confident mono
syllables and Flaubert could not help look
ing up exultingly as the Justice of the Peace
paused before saying, 81 now pronounce
you man and wife"
At that instant Tilhnghast stepped for
ward and raised his hand. The blood
seemed suddenly squeezed from Flaubert's
face, her eyes went wide, and she moistened
her lips as Tillinghast interrupted in lazy
drawl:
"I say, this thing has gone about far
enough, you know" He looked directly
at the man officiating.
"Why1 What's the NATTER" cried the
fustered Justice in panicky tone, looking
up with his weak, fishy eyes to meet TlEng-
hast's direct gaze.
"Mme. Flora Flaubert is already mar
RED" said Tillinghast in as casual a tone
as though he had troubled someone for a
match.
"Mentewi Chen kcygnenxi" screamed
the fair Frenchwoman, and her ford COM
panion jumped to her feet, shook her
finger before Tillinghast's nose, and hurled
a torrent of vile French explosives at
him
"Your charming French does not alter
the fact" smiled Tillinghast, "and I'm
quite sure you are firing your finger use
lessly."
He stepped to little white push button
In the wall and held his finger on it for fully
half a minute, while all eyes in the room
were fixed on his.
Il say, now" blurted Tyson, you're
sure of this? How can you prove that she
has been married before2"
"I'll have proof here in a minute" an
swered Tillinghast, as knock came at the
door
Is that steward" queried Tillinghast
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