The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-09-21


the sleepin'- cars. 'ceptin' humans
Marjorie rewarded his condescen-
sion with q blunt: "Snoozleums Is
more human than you are"
Il p'sume he is" the porter ad-
mitted, but he can't make up berths.
Anyway, the rules says dogs goes
with the baggage"
Marjorie swept rules aside with
defiant: Il don't care. l won't be
separated from my Snoozleums."
She looked TO Mallory for support,
but he was too soreIy troubled with
greater anxieties TO be capable Of any
action.
The porter tried persuasion: You
BETA femme take him, the conducta
IS wuss'n what | am. He th'owed
couple of dogs out the window trip
befo' last"
The brute!"
oh, yassum, he is a regular brute.
He just loves TO hear m splosh when
they light"
Noting the SILVER that shook the
girl, the porter offered a bit of con-
ISOLATION:
Better lemme have the pore little
thing up in the baggage cab. He'll be
in charge Of lovely baggage-smash-
err
Are you sure he's nice man."
"Oh, yassum, he's death on trunks,
but he's natural born angel to
dogs
Well, If l must, l must" she
| sobbed. Poor little Snoozleums, Can
he come back and see me tomorrow"
| Marjorie's tears were splashing on
/ the puzzled dog, who nestled close,
| with foreboding Of disaster.
Il reckon p'haps you'd better visit
! him"
Poor dear little Snoozleum-good
| night, my little darling. Poor little
child-it's the first night he's slept
| all by his little lonesome, and"
| The porter was growing desperate.
He clapped his hands together i'm
patiently and urged: Il think hear
that conducta comm"
The ruse succeeded. Marjorie fair
ly forced the dog on him. Quick
hide him-hurry." she gasped, and
sank on the seat completely crushed.
III be so lonesome without Snoozle-
ums."
Mallory felt called upon to remind
her of his presence. lin here,
! Marjorie" She looked at him just
Once-at him, the source of all her
arms, and resumed her grief. Mallory
stared at her helplessly, then rose
and bent over to whisper:
I'm going to look through the
train"
oh, don't leave me-" she pleaded,
| clinging to him with a dependence
that restored his respect.
Il must find a clergyman" he whis-
pered. III be back the minute l find
one, and I'll bring him with me-"
The porter thought he wanted the
dog back, and quickened his pace till
he reached the corridor, where NAL
| lory overlook him and asked, in an
effort at casual Indifference, II he had
seen anything Of clergyman on
| board.
Amt seen nothin' that even looks
like one" said the porter. Then he
| fastened ahead to the baggage car
with the squirming Snoozleums, while
Mallory followed slowly, going from
seat to seat and car to car, subjecting
all the males to an inspection that
rendered some of them indignant,
others of them uneasy.
If dear old Doctor Temple could
only have known what Mallory was
hunting, he would have snatched OF
the mask, and thrown aside the secu.
lar scarlet tie at all costs. But poor
Mallory, unable to recognize a clergy.
man so dyed-in-the-wool as Doctor
Temple, sitting in the very next seat
| how could he be expected to pick
out another in the long and crowded
train?
All clergymen look alike when they
are in convention assembled, but
sprinkled through a crowd they are
not so easily distinguished
In the sleeping car bound for Port
land, Mallory picked one man as a
clergyman. He had a lean, ascetic
face, solemn eyes, and he was talking
to his seat-mate in an oratorical man.
ner. Mallory bent down and tapped
the mans shoulder
The effect was surprising. The man
jumped as if he were stabbed, and
turned pale, frightened face on Nal
Tory, who murmured:
Excuse me, do you happen to be a
clergyman"
A look Of relief stole over the mans
features, followed closely by a scowl
Of wounded vanity:
NO, damn you, l don't happen tc
be a parson. l have chosen to be
we'll, if you had watched the bill
boards in Chicago during our run, you
would not need to ask who ! ann"
Mallory mumbled an apology and
hurried on, just overhearing his vic
TINS sigh:
Such is fame"
He saw two or three other clerical
persons in that car, but feared tc
touch their shoulders One man in
the last seat held him specially, and
he hid in the turn OF the corridor, in
the hope of eavesdropping some clue
This man was bent and scholastic OF
appearance, and wore heavy spec
tacles and a heavy beard, which Nal
lOry took for a guaranty that he was
not another actor. And he was read
ing what appeared to be printer
proofs. Mallory felt certain that they
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