The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-10-02
I'm, Lordy. IN be GOOD.

The conductor left the excited black
and went his way. Ashton was the
first to speak: Say. Porter, can you
mix drinks?"
The porter ruminated, then con-
fessed: Well, not on the outside, no,
sir. If you-all is thirsty you better or
der the simplest things you can think
OF. If you want to command anything
fancy, Lord knows what you'd get.
Supposin' you was to say, Gimme a
Tom Collins I'd be just as liable as
not to pass you a Jack Johnson"
Well, can you open beer?"
"Oh, I'm a natural born beer
opener"
Rush it out then. My throat is as
full Of alkaH dust as these windows"
The porter soon appeared with a
tray full of cotton-topped glasses. The
day was hot and the alkah dust very
oppressive, and the beer was cold. DIR.
Temple looked on 1t when it was am
Der, and suffered himself to be bullied
into taking a glass.
He felt that he was the greatest sim
ner on earth, but worst of all was the
fact that when he had fallen, the for
hidden brew was not sweet. He was
inexperienced enough to sip it and it
| was like foaming quinine on his pal
ate. But he kept at it from sheer
shame, and his luxurious transgres-
sion was its own punishment.
The doleful Mallory was on his way
to join the CLUB" Crossing the ves-
thule he had met the conductor, and
had ventured to quiz him along the
old lines:
Excuse he, haven't you taken any
/ clergymen on board this train YETI"
Devil a one"
! Don't you ever carry any preachers
on this road?"
Usually we get one or two. Last
! trip we carried a whole Methodist
convention"
"a whole convention last trip! Just
my luck!"
The unenlightened conductor turned
to call back: Say, up in the forward
| car we got a couple of undertakers.
They be of any use to you?"
Not yet"
Then Mallory dawdled on into the
smoking room, where he found his
own porter, who explained that he
had been promoted to the bottlery"
do we come to a station stop
soon?" Mallory asked.
We'll, not for considerable inter-
val. Do you want to get out and walk
up and DOWN."
Il don't" said Mallory, taking from
under his coat Snoozleums, whom he
had struggled past the new conductor.
Meanwhile, Porter, could you give
him something to eat to distract
him?"
The porter grinned, and picking up
a bill of fare held it out. 81 got a
meenuel. 1t amt written in dog, but
you can explain it to him, What would
yo' canine desiah, sah?"
Snoozleums put out paw and NAL
lory read what it indicated: He says
he'd like a filet Chateaubriand, but if
you have any old bones, he'll take
those" The porter gathered Snoozle-
ums in and disappeared with him into
the buffet, Mallory calling after him:
Don't let the conductor see him."
DR.. Temple advanced on the dis
consulate youth with an effort at
cheer: How is our bridegroom this
beautiful afternoon?"
Mallory glanced at his costume: 81
feel like a rainbow gone wrong. Just
my luck to have to borrow from
everybody. Look at me! This collar
/. # Mr.. Welington's makes me feel like
4 peanut in rubber tire" He turned
to Fosdick.
Il say, Mr.. Fosdick, what size col.
lar do you wear?"
Fourteen and half" said Fosdick
Fourteen and a half!-why don't
you get a neck? You haven't got a
, plain white shirt, have you? Our
English friend lent me this, but it's
purple, and Mr.. Ashton's socks are
maroon, and this peacock blue tie is
very unhappy"
81 think can fit you out" said Eos
dick.
and if you had an extra pair of
socks" Mallory pleaded-"just one
pair of Unconditional socks"
'I'll show you my repertoire"
"All right, I'll see you later" Then
he went up to Wellington, with much
hesitance of manner. by the way
: Mr.. Wellington, do you suppose Mrs
Wellington could lend Miss-Mrs.-
| could lend Marjorie some-some-"
: Wellington waved him aside will
magnificent scorn: 81 am no longe'
in Mrs. Wellington's confidence"
"Oh, excuse me-" said Mallory. H,
} had noted that the Wellingtons occu
pied separate compartments, but 70
= all he knew their reason was as 70
mantle as his own.