The Delta independent., 1912-08-02

er in the world" said Little Jimmie,
and then everybody disappeared be-
hind paper ramparts, while the butch.
er fingered to explain to the porter
the details Of the great event.
About this time, Marjorie, tired OF
her pretence at slumber, strolled into
the observation car, glancing into the
mems room. where she saw nothing
but newspapers. Then Mrs. yelling
ton saw her, and smiled: Come in
and make yourself at home
Thanks" said Marjorie, bashfully,
IL was looking for my-my-"
"Husband?"
MY dog"
How is he this morning?"
my dog?"
your husband"
'Oh, he's as well as could be e1
pected."
Where did you get that love Of a
waist?" Mrs. Wellington laughed.
Mrs. Temple lent it to me. Isn't
it sweet?"
Exquisite! The latest Ypsilanti
mode"
Marjorie, suffering almost more
acutely from being badly frocked than
from being duped in her matrimonial
hopes, threw herself on Mrs. Yelling.
toms mercy.
Pm so unhappy in this. Couldn't
you lend me or sell me something
little smarter"
I'D love to, my DEAR" said Mrs.
Wellington, but left home on short
notice myself. l shall need all my
divorce trousseau in Reno. Otherwise
-I-but here's your husband. You
two ought to have some place to
spoon. I'll leave you this whole room"
And she swept out, nodding to Nal.
lory, who had OWNED Marjories
presence, and felt the need OF being
near her, though he also felt the need
| of finishing the story of the great
ball game. Husbandlike, he felt that
he was comforting sufficient courtesy
in throwing a casual smile across the
top of the paper.
Marjorie studied his motley garb,
and her own, and groaned:
We're sweet looking pair, aren't
WEI"
Mr.. and Miss Fit" said Mallory,
from behind the paper.
"Oh, Harry, has your love grown
cold?" she pleaded
Marjorie, how can you think such
thing?" still from behind the paper.
We'll. Mrs. Wellington said we
ought to have some place to spoon,
and she went away and left us, and
there you stand-and-"
This pierced even the baseball
news, and he threw his arms around
her with glow of devotion.
She snuggled closer, and cooed:
Aren't we having nice long engage
ment? We've travelled a million
miles. and the preacher isn't in sight
yet What have you been reading
wedding announcements?
"No-I was reading about the most
wonderful exhibition. Matte was in
the box-and in perfect form"
MATTER" Marjorie gasped uneas
lily.
Mattel" he raved, land in perfect
FORM"
And now the hidden serpent of jeaL
ousy, which promised to enliven their
future, lifted its head for the first
time, and Mallory caught his first
glimpse Of an unsupported member
Of their household. Marjorie demand
ed with an ominous chill:
"And who's Matter. Some former
sweetheart of yours?"
my DEAR" laughed Mallory.
But Marjorie was up and away,
with apt temper: $50 Matte was In
the box. was she? What is it to you.
where she sits? You dare to read
about her and rave over her perfect
form, while you neglect your wife-or
your-oh. what am 1, anyway"
Mallory stared at her in amaze
ment. He was beginning to learn
what ignorant heather women are
concerning SO many of the gods and
demi-gods of mankind. Then, with 9
tenderness he might not always show
he threw the paper down and took
her in his arms: You poor child
Matte is a mana pitcher-and you're
the only woman l ever loved-and
you are liable to be my wife any
minute"
The explanation was sufficient, and
she crawled into the shelter OF his
arm with little noises that served fol
apology, forgiveness and reconciiia
ton. Then he made the mistake Of
mentioning the sickening topic OF de
ferred hope:
"A minister's sure to get on at the
next stop-or the next"
Marjorie's nerves were frayed by
too much enduring. and 1t took only q
word to set them jangling: "lf you
say minister to me again, I'll scream
Then she tried to control herself with
) polite: Where is the next stop?"
ogden"
where's that? On the map?"
! well, it's in Utah.