The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1912-06-05
Copyright. IsiI. BY n. K. Fly Co
CHAPTER XIV.
A Premature Divorce.


idea. an tell you. Harry. Wen pre-
tend to quarrel. and then"
And then you can leave me in high
dudgeon.'
The ruse struck him as a trifie un.
convincing. Don't you think it looks
kind OF improbable on-on-such an
occasion?"
Marjorie blushed, and lowered her
eyes and her voice: Can you sug.
gest anything better?'
mo, but"
"Then, wen have to quarrel, darl
ing"
He yielded for lack Of better
idea: "All right. beloved How shall
we beginY
On close approach, the idea did
seem rather impossible to her. How
could ever quarrel with you, my
love?" she cooed
He gazed at her with a rush OF
lovely tenderness: And how could
ever speak GROSSLY to you?"
1--WE never shall have harsh word,
shall we?" she resolved.
Never" he seconded. SO that
resolution passed the house unaGi-
mously.
They held hands in luxury a while.
then she began again: still, we must
pretend. You start it. love"
mo, you start it," he pleaded
you ought to- she beamed. You
got me into this mess"
The word slipped out Mallory
started: Mess! How is it my faulty
Good Lord, are you going to begin
chucking it up"
We'll, you must admit darling"
Marjorie urged, that you've bungled
everything pretty badly"
1t was so undeniable that he could
only groan: And l suppose I'll hear
OF this till my dying day, dearest"
Marjorie had a little temper all her
own. SO she defended it: IF you are
so afraid Of my temper, love. perhaps
you'd better call it all off before it's
too late
81 didn't say anything about your
temper, sweetheart" Mallory insisted
you did, too, honey You said I'd
chuck this up till your dying day. As
if | had such a disposition You can
stay here" She rose TO her feet lie
pressed her back with a decisive mo-
ton, and demanded: where are you
going?'
up in the baggage car with
Snoozleums,' she SMILED He's the
only one that doesn't find fault with
me-"
Mallory was stung to action by this
crisis Wait" he said He leaned
out and motioned down the alley |
Porter! Wait a moment, darling |
Porter!"
The porter arrived with a half.fold- !
ed blanket in his Lands, and his usual |
"Yassah!"
Reckoning him closer. Mallory num-
bled il a low tone: is there an ex- :
ira berth on this carr"
The porter's eyes seemed to re- /
Duke his ears. Does you want this
upper made up?'
"NO-of course rot"
"Ex-eXcuse me, | thought"
Don't you dare to think" Mallory |
Numbered. Isn't there another low
er berth?"
The porter breathed hard, and gave
this bridal couple up as a riddle that
followed no known rules. He went to
find the sleeping car conductor, and
returned with the information that
the diagram showed nobody assigned
to number three.
Then I'll take number three" said
Mallory, poking money at the porter.
And still the porter could not under
stand
Nov, femme onderstan you-an,"
he stammered. Does you both move
over to numba three, or does yo'-yo
lady remain heah, while jest you pre-
ambulates?"
Just preambulate, you black
hound!" Mallory answered, In a
threatening tone. The porter could
understand that, at least, and he
bristled away with a meek: "Yessah.
Numba three is yours, sab"
The troubled features of the baf
fled porter cleared up as by magic
when he arrived at number three, for
there he found his tyrant and tor
mentor, the English invader.
He remembered how Indignantly
Mr.. Wedgewood had refused TO show
his ticket. how cocksure he was OF
his number, how he had leased the
porters services as a sort OF private
nurse, and had paid no advance roy
alties.
And now he was sprawled and snor-
ing majestically among his many lug
cages. like a sleeping lion. Revenge
tasted good to the humble porter; 1t
tasted like a eandied yam smothered
in 'possum gravy. He smacked his
thick lips over this revenge. With
ali the insolence of a servant In brief
authority. he gloated over his prey.
and prodded him awake. Then muir
INJURED with hypocritical Difference:
Excuse me, but could i see yo' ticket
for yo' seatY"