The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1912-05-09

II can, and must. and will" Mar
jcrie insisted. 'I'Il go pack my things
now"
| But, Marjorie, listen to me-"
''Will you let me alone!" This to
the gadfy, but to Mallory a detected
| wall: IL just remembered. ]
haven't anything to pack
And you'll have to give back that
waist to Mrs. Temple. You can't get
| OF at Ogden without a waist
"IN go anyway. I want to get
! home"
Marjorie, If you talk that way-I'll
throw you of the train!"
She gasped. He explained: Il
wasn't talking to you; was trying
to stop this photograph" Then he
rose, and laid violent hands on the
annoyer, showed him to the corridor.
seized his bundle of papers from his
! arm, and hurled them at his head.
They fell in shower about the train
butcher, who could only feel a GER
tain respect for the one man who had
| ever treated him as he knew he de-
/ served. He bent to pick up his scat.
tered merchandise, and when he had
| gathered his stock together, put his
head in, and sang out sincere:
Excuse me-"
But Mallory did not hear him, he
was excitedly trying to calm the ex.
cited girl, who, having eloped with
! him, was preparing now to elope back
without him.
Darling, you can't desert me now"
he pleaded. land leave me to 60 on
alone?"
We'll. why don't you do some.
thing?" she retorted, in equal des.
peration. If l were a man, and |
had the girl loved on a train I'd
get her married if l had to wreck
, the" she caught her breath, paused
a second in intense thought, and
then. with sudden radiance, cried:
Harry, dear!"
Eyes, Lowell"
Il have an idea-an inspiration!"
Yes, pet" rather obviously from
him, but with absolute exultation from
her: Let's wreck the train!"
II don't follow you, sweetheart"
Don't you see?" she began excited.
ly. when there are train wrecks q
lot of people get killed, and things.
A minister always turns up to admin
lister the last something or other
we'll"
'Well?"
We'll, stupid, don't you see? We
wreck train, a minister comes, we
nab him, he marries us, and-there
we are! Everythings lovely"
He gave her one of those looks
with which man usually greets what
woman calls an inspiration. He did
not honor her invention with an.
alysis. He simply put forward an OBJ
lection to it, and, man-like, chose the
most hateful of all objections:
ITS lovely idea, but the wreck
would delay us for hours and hours.
and I'd miss my transport ="
Harry Mallory, if you mention that
odious transport to me again, know
I'll have hydrophobia. I'm going
home"
But, darling" he pleaded, You
can't desert me now, and leave me to
go on alone?" She had her answer
glib:
If you really loved me, you'd"
'Oh, I know" he cut in. You've
said that before. But I'd be court.
martialed. I'd lose my career"
Whats career to a man who
truly loves?"
Its just as much as it is to any.
body else-and more"
She could hardly controvert this
gracefully, so she sank back with
grim resignation. We'll, I've pro-
posed my plan, and you don't like it.
Now, suppose you propose something"
The silence was oppressive. They
sat like stoughton bottles. There the
conductor found them some time
later. He gave them careless look.
selected a chair at the end of the
car, and began to sort his tickets,
spreading them out on another chair,
making notes with the pencil he TOOK
from atop his ear, and showed back
from time to time.
Ages seemed to pass, and Mallory
had not even suggestion. By this
time Marjorie's temper had evaporat.
ed, and when he said: IF we could
only stop at some town for half an
hour" she, said: Maybe the conduc.
tor would hold the train for u.s."
II hardly think he would"
"He looks like an awfully nice man.
You ask him."
"Oh, what's the use?"
Marjorie was getting tired of de-
pending on this charming young man
with the very bad luck. She decided
to assume command herself. She
took recourse naturally to the orig
inal feminine methods: 'T'l take care
of him." she said, with resolution. "A
woman can get q man to do almost
anything If she firts little with
him."
'Marjorie!"
"Now, don't you mind anything I
do. Remember, it's oil for love Of
you-even If have to kiss him."
Marjorie, l won't permit"
"You have no right to boss me
yet. You subside." She gave him the
merest touch, but he fell backward
into a chair utterly aChast at tho