The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1912-07-05
Chauffeur. chauffeur; cont 60 so

collapsed into a seat, SPRAYING as
helplessly as mammoth oyster on
tablecIOth.
The porter rushed TO his aid ana
hoisted him TO his feet with an uh-
easy sense of impending trouble. he
felt as If someone had left mon
strous baby on his doorstep, but al!
he said was:
Tickets, please"
There ensued long search, rat
fabby hands Topping and fumpllne
from pocket to pocket. Once more
the porter was the discoVerer.
II see it. Don't look no mo-. Here
1t is-up In yo' hatband." He lifted
it out and chuckled Had 1t right
next his brains and couldn't remem-
BAL" He took up the appropriately
huge luggage of the bibulous wan
derer and led him to the other end or
the aisle.
"Numba two Is yours, sab. Right
heah-all nice and cosy. and already
made up
The big man looked through the
curtains into the cabined confinement,
and groaned:
That! Haven't you got mans
size BERTH
Sorry, sab. That's as big bunk
as they is on the train"
Have | got to be locked up In that
pigeon-hole for-for how many days
is it to Reno?'
"Reno?" The porter greeted that
meaningful name with smile. We're
doc in Reno the-the-mawnin OF
the 10th day, sab. Yassah" He put
the baggage down and started away,
but the fat man seized his hand. with
great emotion:
Don't leave me. all alone IN there.
porter, for I'm broken-hearted man"
rs that so? Too pad, sab"
Were you ever a broken-hearted
man, porter"
Always, sab"
Did you ever put your trust in a
false-hearted woman?"
often, sab"
Was she ever true to you, por-
teri"
Never, sab.
Porter, We are partners In mis-.
sts-ery."
And he wrung the rough black hand
with solemnity that embarrassed
the porter almost as much as 1t would
have embarrassed the passenger him.
self if he could have understood what
he was doing. The porter disengaged
himself with a patient but hasty:
I'm afraid you'll have to 'scuse me.
l got to hep the other passengers on
bode."
Don't let me keep you from your
duty Duty Is the-the-" But he
could not remember what duty was.
and he would have dropped off to
sleep, If he had not been startled by
familiar voice which the porter had
luckily escaped
"Pawtah! Pawtah! Cant you raise
this Lighter rather can't you lower
1t? Pawtah! This light is SO in
formally dim | can't read"
To the Englishmans intense amaze
ment his call brought to him not the
porter, but a rising moon with the
profound query:
"Whass a III thing like dim light,
when the light of your life has gone
out?"
II beg your PARDON
Without further invitation, the
mammoth descended on the English
mans territory.
I'm broken-hearted man, Mr.
Mr. didn't get your name"
"Er-ah-I dare say"
Thanks, | will sit down" He lift
ed great carry-all and airily tossed
it into the aisle, set the Gladstone
on the lap OF the Infatuated English.
man, and squeezed into the seat op-
posite, making sad mix-up OF knees.
My names Wellington. Ever hear
of iii Jimmie Wellington? That's
me-"
Amy relation to the Duke?"
'Nagh!"
He no longer interested Mr.. Wedge
wood. But Mr.. Wellington was not
aware that he was being snubbed. He
went right on getting acquainted:
Are you married. Mr.-Mr.-r"
MOI"
My heartfelt congratulations.
Hang on to your luck, my boy. Don't
let any female take it away from you"
He slapped the EngIishman on the
elbow amiably, and his prisoner was
too stitled with wrath to emit more
than one feeble "Pawtah!"
Mr.. Wellington unused on aloud:
"Oh, If had only remained single.
But she was SO beautiful and she
swore to love, honor and obey. Mrs.
Wellington Is queen among women,
mind you, and have nothing. to say
against her except that she has the
temper OF a tarantula." He Italicized