The Delta independent., 1912-06-28

night, my little darling. Poor little
child-it's the first night he's slept
all by his little lonesome, and"
The porter was growing desperate.
He clapped his hands together i'm
patiently and urged: Il think / hear
that conducta comm"
The ruse succeeded. Marjorie fair
ly forced the dog on him. Quick
hide him-hurry!" she gasped, and
sank on the seat completely crushed
I'll be SO lonesome without Snoozle
ums."
Mallory felt called upon to remind
her of his presence. lin here
Marjorie" She looked at him just
once-at him, the source Of all her
troubles-buried her head in her
arms, and resumed her grief. Mallory
stared at her helplessly, then rose
and bent over to whisper:
I'm going to look through the
train"
"Oh, don't leave me- she pleaded,
clinging to him with a dependence
that restored his respect.
Il must find a clergyman" he whis.
pered. III be back the minute find
one, and I'll bring him with me-"
The porter thought he wanted the
dog back, and quickened his pace till
he reached the corridor, where Nal.
lory overlook him and asked, in an
effort at casual Indifference, il he had
seen anything of clergyman on
board.
"Ain't seen nothin' that even looks
like one." said the porter. Then he
hastened ahead to the baggage car
with the squirming Snoozleums, while
Mallory followed slowly, going from
seat to seat and car to car, subjecting
all the males to an inspection that
rendered some of them indignant,
others of them uneasy.
If dear old Doctor Temple could
only have known what Mallory was
hunting, he would have snatched on
the mask, and thrown aside the secu.
lar scarlet tie at all costs. But poor
Mallory, unable to recognize clergy
man SO dyed-int the-wool as Doctor
Temple, sitting in the very next seat
how could he be expected to pick
out another in the long and crowded
train?
All clergymen look alike when they
are in convention assembled, but
sprinkIed through a crowd they are
not so easily distinguished
In the sleeping car bound for Port.
land, Mallory picked one man as
clergyman. He had a lean, ascetic
face, solemn eyes, and he was talking
to his seat-mate in an oratorical man
ner. Mallory bent down and tapped
the mans shoulder.
The effect was surprising The man
jumped as if he were stabbed, and
turned pale, frightened face on Nal.
lory, who murmured:
Excuse nae, do you happen to be a
Clergyman"
A look OF relief stole over the mans
features. followed closely by a scowI
of wounded vanity:
mo, damn you, 1 don't happen to
be parson. l have chosen to be-
well, If you had watched the bill.
boards in Chicago during our run, you
would not need to ask who / ami"
Mallory mumbled an apology and
hurried on, just overhearing his vic.
TINS sigh:
Such is fame!'
He saw two or three other clerical
persons in that car, but feared to
touch their shoulders. One man in
the last seat held him specially, and
he hid in the turn OF the corridor, in
the hope Of eavesdropping some clue.
This man was bent and scholastic OF
appearance, and wore heavy spec
tacles and heavy beard, which Nal
lory took for a guaranty that he was
not another actor. And he was read
ing what appeared to be printers
proofs. Mallory felt certain that they
were volume OF sermons. He lin
gered timorously in the environs for
some time before the man spoke at
all to the dreary-looking woman at
his side. Then the stranger spoke.
And this is what he said and read:
Il fancy this will make the bigots
sit up and take notice, mother: II
there ever was a person named Moses,
1t is certain, from the writings as
cribed to him, that he disbelieved the
Egyptian theory OF a life after death.
and combated 1t as a heathenish su-
perstition. The Judaic idea OF fu-
ture existence was undoubtedly ac-
quired from the Assyrians, during the
captivity"
He doubtless read much more, but
Mallory fled to the next car. There
he found a man in a frock coat talk.
ing solemnly to another of equal
solemnity. The seat next them was
unoccupied, and Mallory dropped into
1t, perking his ears backward for
news.
WAS you ever in MolineI" one
roice asked.
Was II" the other muttered
Wasn't run out of there by one OF
my audiences. / was givin' hypnotic