The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-11-14
CHAPTER Kill.
HostiIitIes Begin.

had met with a little adventure OF
be" own. Ira Lathrop finished his re-
encounter with Anne Cattle shortly
after Mallory set out stalking clergy
men. In the mingled confusion OF
finding his one romantic flame still
glowing on a vesta] altar, and OF
shocking her with an escape OF pro-
family, he backed away from her pres
ence, and sank into his own berth.
He realized that he was not alone.
Somebody was alongside. He turned
to find the great tear-spent eyes OF
Marjorie staring at him. He rose
with a recrudescence of his woman
hating wrath, and dash1ng up the
aisle, found the porter just returning
from the baggage car. He seized the
black factotun and growled:
Say, porter. there's a woman in
my BERTH"
The porter chuckled, incredulous:
Woman in yo' BERTH"
"Yes-get her OUT
"Yassah," the porter nodded and
advanced on Marjorie with gentle,
"'Scuse me, missus-yo' berth is num-
ba one"
II don't care" snapped Marjorie.
II won't take it."
"But this un belongs to that gentle
man"
"He can have mine-ours-Mr Nal
lory's," cried Marjorie, pointing to
the white-ribboned tent in the farther
end OF the car. Then she gripped the
arms of the seat, as ii defying ev1c-
ton. The porter stared at her in
helpless chagrin. Then he shuttied
back and murmured: Il reckon you'd
BETA put her out"
Lathrop withered the coward with
one contemptuous look, and strobe
down the aisle with determined
grimness He took his ticket from
bis pocket as clinchtng proof OF his
title, and thrust it out at Marjorie.
She gave it one indifferent glance, and
then her eyes and mouth puckered, as
If she had munched green persim-
mon, and long low wall like dis
tant engine-whistle, stole from her
lips. Ira Lathrop stared at her in
blank wrath, doddered irresolutely.
and reared:
"Agh, let her have it,"
The porter smiled triumphantly, and
said: "She says you kin have her
berth" He pointed at the bridal ar
bor Lathrop almost exploded at the
Idea.
Now he felt hand un his 7houlder.
and turned to see Little Jimmie Well
ington emerging from his berth with
an enormous smile:
Say, Pop, have you seen lovely
rice-trap? Stick around till she lops.'
But Lathrop flung away to the
smoking room Little Jimmie turned
to the jovial negro:
Porter, porter
I'm right by you"
What time dyou say we get to
Reno?"
"Mawnin' of the 10th day, sah.''
"Well, call me just before We roll
In
And he rolled in. His last words
tloated down the aisle and met Mrs.
Little Jimmie Wellington just return
ing from the Women's Room, where
she had sought nepenthe in more than
one of her exquisite little. cigars. The
familiar voice. Familiarity bibulous,
smote her ear with amazement. She
beckoned the porter to her anxiously.
Porter! Porter! Do you know
the aame of the man who just hur-
ried in?"
Nom" said che porter. II reckon
he's so broken up he amt got any
aame left"
ut couldn't be-" Mrs. Jimmie unused
Things can be sometimes" said
the potter.
"Yop may make up my berth now"
Aa,d Mrs. Wellington. forgetting that
anne Cattle was still there. Mrs.
Wellington fastened to apologize, and
esgged her to stay. but the spinstei
vanteA 10 be far away frorG the dir