The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-09-25
Copyright. 1911, by II. Z. Fly Go.
CHAPTER XVI.
Good NIGHT, All,

The car was SettnnS gradually luIo
peace. But there was still some muir
muir and drowsy energy. Shoes con-
tinued to drop, heads to bump against
upper berths, the bell to ring now
ana then, ana ring again ana again.
The porter paid little heed to it;
he was busy making up number five
Qra Lathrops berth) for Marjorie,
who was making what preparations
she could for her trousseauless, hus-
bandless, dogless first night out.
Finally the Englishman, who had al
most rung the bell dry Of electricity,
showed from his berth his indignant
and undignified head Once more the
car resounded with the cry of Paw.
tab! Pawtah!"
The porter moved up with notice
able deliberation. Did you ring,
sah?'
did l ring, Paw-tah, you may
draw my tub at eight-thutty in the
mawning."
Draw yo'-what, sah?" the porter
gasped.
My tub"
"Ba-ath tub?"
"Bahth tub"
"Lawdy, man. Is you allowin' to
take a ba-ath in the mawnin'?"
"Of course l am"
Didn't you have one befo' you
stahted?"
How dare you! OF cawse l did,
We'll, that's all you git"
do you mean to tell me that there
is no tub on this beastly train?'
Wedgewood almost fell out of bed
with the shock of this news.
I'VE do not carry tubs-no, sab
There's lot of tubs in San Fran
cisco. though"
No tub on this train for four days.
Wedgewood sighed. But whatever
does one do in the meanwhile?"
"One just waits. Yassah. one and
all waits"
Its ghahstly, that's what it is
ghahstly."
"Yassah," said the porter, anc
mumbled as he walked away, but the
weather is gettin' cooler"
He finished preparing Marjorie's
|
Mallory retreat to the smoking room
while number three was made uD
| when there was a connection in the
| corridor, and a man in checked over
| alls dashed into the car
His ear was slightly red. and be
held at arms length, as if it were &
venomous monster, Snoozleums AnC
he yelled:
Say, whose durn dog is this? He
bit two men, and he makes so muct
noise we can't sleep in the baggage
| car"
Marjorie went flying down the aisle
to reclaim her lost lamb in VOLTS
| clothing, and SnooZleums, the returned
prodigal, yelped and leaped, and toIC
her all about the indignities he haC
| been subjected to, and his valiant
struggle for liberty
Marjorie. seeing only SnoozIeums
stepped into the fatal berth number
| one. and paid no heed to the danglire
ribbons. Mallory. eager 10 restore
himself to her love by loving her deg
crowded closer to her side, making {
| hypocritical ado over the pup.
Everybody was popping his or hel
face out TO learn the cause OF sucf
clamor. Among the bCdi,ess head,
suspended along the curtains. like
| DyGk trophies, appeared the grea
mask Of Little Jimmie Wellington. He
| had been unable. 10 sleep for mourn
| ing the wanton waste of that Lowell,
| rice-trap.
When ne peered forth, his eye:
hardly believed themselves. The
elusive bride and groom were actu
ally in the trap-the hen pheasan-
and the chanticleer But the net die
not fall. He waited to see them ST
down, and spring the Internal ma
chine. But they would not sit.
In fact. Marjorie was muttering t.
Harry-tenderly, now. since he hac
won her back BY his efforts to con
sole Snoozleums-she was mutterin.
tenderly:
We must not be seen together
honey. Go away. I'll see you in tn,
morning"
And Mallory. was saying with bit
terest resignation: Good night-ml
friend"
And they were shaking hands. Thi.
incredible bridal couple was shakia.
hands with itself-disintegratin
Then Wellington determined to do a
least his duty by the sacred rites.
The gaping passengers saw wha