The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-10-17
Copyright, 1911, By II. z. Fly Co.

countered the lather on his brush.
While he sputtered Wellington was
Tipping water over his hot head and
incidentally over Ashton.
Il feel" he chortled, Il feel like the
first little robin redbreast of the mer-
ry springtime. Tweet! Tweet!"
When the excitement over his re-
demption had somewhat Gained, Ash
ton reopened the old topic OF con-
versation:
well, / see they had another scrap
last night"
'They-who?" said Ira, through his
flying toothbrush.
"The Mallorys. Once more he &C.
cupied number three and she number
seven"
well, well, can't understand these
modern marriages" said Little jim
mie, with a side glance at Ira. Ira
suddenly remembered the plight OF
the Mallorys and was tempted to de-
fend them, but he saw the young lieu
tenant himself just entering the
Mushroom. This was more than Well
ington saw, for he went on talking
from behind a towel:
well, If I were a bridegroom and
had bride like that, 1t would take
more than quarrel to send me to
another BERTH"
The others made gestures which he
could not see. His enlightenment
came when Mallory snapped the towel
from his hands and glared into his
face with all the righteous wrath of a
man hearing his domestic affairs pub.
licly discussed.
Were you abiding to me, Mr.
Wellington" he demanded, hotly.
Little Jimmie almost persisted with
apoplexy: "You, your" he mumbled
why, Of course not. You're not the
only bridegroom on the train"
Mallory tossed him the towel again
You meant Mr.. Lathrop them"
me! Not muchI" roared the in
dignant Lathrop.
Mallory returned to Wellington with
f1ercer: Whom, them"
He was In q dangerous mood, and
Ashton came to the recue: "Oh, don't
mind Wellington. He's not sober
yet"
This inspired suggestion came like
a life-buoy to the hard-pressed Well
ington. He seized it and spoke thick
ly: Don't mind me-Tm not shobel
yet"
well, it's a good thing you're not,
was Mallory's final growl as he began
his own toilet.
The porter's bell began to ring furi
ously, with touch they had already
come to recognize as the English
mans. The porter had learned to rec
ognize it, too, and he always took
double the necessary time to answer
1t. He was sauntering down the aisle
| at his most leisurely gait when
Wedgewood's rumpled name shot out
| from the curtains like lions from q
| Jungle, and he beloved: "Pawtah
| Pawtah!"
Still on the train" said the porter
"You may give me my portman
teau"
"Yassah." He dragged it from the
| upper berth, and set it inside Wedge
woods berth without special care as
to its destination. Does you desire
anything else, sir?'
Yes, your absence" said Wedge
wood.
THE same to you and many OF
them" the porter muttered to himself
and added to Marjorie, who was just
starting down the aisle: III suttainly
be interested in that man gittin
where he's goin' to git to-" Noting
that she carried Snoozleums, he said
We're comm into a station RICH,
soon" Without further discussion
she handed him the dog, and he hob
bled away.
| When she reached the women's
door. she found Mrs Wellington wait
ing with increasing evaporation:
Come, join the line at the box OF
fice," she said.
Good morning. Who's in there?'
said Marjorie, and Mrs. Wellington
not noting that Mrs. Whitcomb hac
come out of her berth and fallen into
line, answered sharply:
Il don't know. She's been there
forever. I'm sure it's that cat Of &
Mrs. Whitcomb."
Good morning, Mrs. Mallory,
snapped Mrs. Whitcomb.
Mrs. Wellington was rather proud
that the random shot landed, but Mar
5orie felt most uneasy between the
two tRresses: Good morning. Mrs