The Prescott daily news., 1912-04-25

AhShAAlSs AS hAelili lIiiL6y Ol SOulSC is to get my train through On Time!"
 This was a facer. He was going to get his train through On Time just to obllge Marjorie She stammered:
 T don't suppose the train, by any accident, would be delayed in leaving Ogden?"
 Not if I can help it." the hero averred, to reassure her.
 T wish it would" Marjorie mur- mured.
 The conductor looked at her in sur prise: Why, what's it to you?" She turned her eyes on him at full candle power, and smiled:
 "Oh, I just wanted to do a little shopping there"
 Shopping! While the train waits Excuse mel"
 You see," Marjorie fiuttered, "by sad mistake, my baggage isn't on the train And l haven't any-any-l really need to buy some-some things very badly. It's awfully embarrassing to be without them"
 T can imagine,"e the conductor mumbled. Why don't you and your husband drop off and take the next train?"
 My husb-Mr. Mallory has to be in San Francisco by tomorrow night. He just has tot"
 "So have l."
 But to oblige me? To save me from distress-don't you think you could?' Like a sweet little child she twisted one of the brass buttons on his coat sleeve, and wheedled Don't you think you might hold the train just little tiny half hour?"
 He was sorry, but he didn't see how he could. Then she took his breath away again, by asking, out of clear sky: Are you married?"
 He was as awkward as if she had proposed to him, she answered for him: 'Oh, but of course you are. The women wouldn't let big, handsome, noble brave giant like you escape long" He mopped his brow in agony as she went on: I'm sure you're a very chivalrous man. I'm sure you would give your life to rescue maiden in distress. We'll, here's your chance. Won't you please hold the train?"
 She actually had her cheek almost against his shoulder, though she had to poise atiptoe to reach him. Mall lory's dismay was changing to a boil ing rage, and the conductor was a pitiable combination of Saint Anthony and Tantalus. "I-Id love to oblige you" he mumbled, but it would be as much as my jobs worth"
 How much is that?" Marjorie asked, and added reassuringly, "It you lost your job I'm sure my father would get you better one.'
 Maybe" said the conductor, but I got this one"
 Then his rolling eyes caught sight of the supposed husband gesticulating wildly and evidently clearing for ac- tion. He warned Marjorie Say, your husband is motioning at you"
 Don't mind him." Marjorie urged, just listen to me. I implore you. l." Seeing that he was still resist ing, she played her last card, and, crying, "Oh, you can't resist my pray CTS so cruelty" she threw her arms around his neck, sobbing, Do you want to break my heart?"
 Mallory rushed into the scene and the conductor, tearing Marjories arms loose. retreated, gasping. No! and l don't want your husband to break my head"
 Mallory dragged Marjorie away, but she shook her little fist at the con- ductor, crying: Do you refuse? Do you dare refuse?"
 I've got to-" the conductor abject- ly insisted.
 Marjorie blazed with fury and the siren became a Scylla. Then I'll see that my father gets you discharged. If you dare to speak to me again, I'll order my husband to throw you of this train. To think of being refused simple little favor by mere con- ductor! of stupid old emigrant train!! of all things!!!"
 Then she hurled herself into chair and pounded her heels on the floor in tantrum that paralyzed Mallory. Even the conductor tapped him on the shoulder and said: You have my sym- pathy."
 CHAPTER XVII.