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CHAPTER u. (continUed.)
lie resigned himself to the despot,
and began to transfer his burdens to
the seat. But he did nothing 70 the
satisfaction of the Englishman. Every.
thing must be placed otherwise; the
catCh-all here. the portmanteau there.
the Gladstone there. the golfsticks
there. the greatcoat there. the rain
coat there. The porter was putting
Hike a donkey-engine, and mutiny was
growing in his heart. His last com
mission was the hanging up OF the
bowler hat
lie stood on the arm OF the seat TO
reach the high hook. From here he
paused to glare down with an attempt
at irony.
rs they anything else7"
No. You may get down"
The magnificent patronage OF this
wilted the porter completely. He re-
turned TO the lower level, and shut
fed along the aisle in a trance. lie
was quickly recalled by q sharp:
"Pawtah!"
"Yassah,"
What time does this bally train
start"
"Ten-thutty. sab"
But its only ten now"
"Yassah. It'll be ten-thutty a lit
tie later"
DO you mean to tell me that I've
got to sit hyah for half an hour-just
waitin?"
The porter essayed another bit OF
irony:
Well" he drawled, Il might tell
the conducta you're ready. And meb-
be he'd start the train. But the time
table says ten-thutty."
He watched the effect of his satire,
but it fell back UNDECIDED from the
granite dome OF the Englishman.
whose only comment was:
"Oh. never mind I'll wait"
The porter cast his eyes up In de-
spair, and turned away. once more to
be recalled.
oh. pawtah!"
"Yassah,"
Il think wen put on my slippahs."
VIII we?"
You might hand me that large bag
No stupid. the othah one. You might
open IL. No, it's in the othah one All.
that's ii. You may set it down"
Mr.. Wedgewood brought forth a
soft cap and pair OF red slippers.
The porter made another effort 10
escape, his thoughts as black as his
face Again the relentless recall:
oh, pawtah, ! think Wen unbutton
my boots"
He was too weak to murmur Vas.
sab" He simply fell on one knee
and got 10 work.
There was a witness to his helpless
rage-a newcomer, the American
counterpart OF the Englishman in all
that makes travel difficult for the fel
Tow travellers. Ira Lathrop was zeal
Gus TO resent anything short OF per
lection, quick and loud of complaint
apparently impossible to please.
In everything else he was the op
posite of the Englishman. He was
burly. middle-aged, rough. careless II
attire, careless OF speech-as uncoutt
and savage as one can well be who /.
plainly a man OF means.
II was not enough that a freeborr
Afro.American should be caught kneel
ing 10 an Englishman. But when he
had escaped this penarce. and ad
vanced Hospitality to the newcomer
he must be greeted with a snarl
Say. are you the porter OF this car
or that mans nurse?"
Il can't tell yet. What's yo' mum
ba. please?"
The answer was the ticket
'Numba sem. Hesh she is. boss
Right next TO a lot OF women, III
bet. Couldn't you put me in the mems
end Of the carr"
Not ve'y well, sun. | reckon the
cph is done sold out"
With a growl Of rage, Ira LathroE
slammed into the seat his entire hand
baggage, one ancient and rusty valise
The porter gazed upon him with in
creased depression. The passenger
list had opened inauspiciously with
two OF the worst types OF travellers
the AngIo-SaXon race has developed
But their anger was not their worst
trait in the porter's eyes. He was, IN
a limited way, an expert in human
character.
When you meet a stranger you re
veal your own character in what you
ask about his. With some. the first
question is who are his people?'
With others, What has he achieved?'
With others, How much is he WORTH
Hsch gauges his cordially according
u hts estimate.
The Dorter WAS not curious IN any