Charlevoix county herald., 1912-08-17
CHAPTER XIII.
HostilIties Beuin,


had met with a little adventure OF
her own. Ira Lathrop finished his re-
encounter with Anne Cattle shortly
after Mallory set out stalking clergy
men. In the mingled confusion or
finding his one romantic flame still
glowing on a vestal 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 or
Marjorie staring at him. He rose
with q recrudescence of his woman
hating wrath, and dashing up the
aisle, found the porter just returning
from the baggage car. He seized the
black factotum and growled:
Say, porter. there's woman in
my berth"
The porter chuckIed, 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"
Il don't care" snapped Marjorie.
CT won't take It."
But this I'm belongs to that gentle
man"
He can have mine-ours-Mr. NAL
sory'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 IL defying evic-
ton. The porter stared at her in
; helpless chagrin. Then he shutfled
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
his pocket as a clinching proof OF his
title, and thrust 1t out at Marjorie.
She gave 1t one Indifferent glance, and
then her eyes and mouth puckered, as
IL she had munched a green persim-
mon. and a long low wall like dis
stant engine-whistie, stole from her
lips. Ira Lathrop stared at her In
blank wrath, doddered irresolutely,
and roared:
"Agh, let her have IT."
The porter smiled triumphantly, and
said: she says you kin have her
berth" He pointed at the bridal ar
Dor. Lathrop almost exploded at the
idea.
Now he felt a hand on his shoulder,
land turned to see Little Jimmie Well
sngton emerging from his berth with
an enormous smile:
Say, Pop. have you seen lovely
FIce-trap? Stick around till she fiops.'
But Lathrop flung away to the
smoking room. Little Jimmie turned
10 the joyial negro:
Porter, porter"
4 I'm right by you"
What time d'you say We get to
Reno!"
-Mawnin' of the fo'th day, sab"
We'll, call me Just before we roll
In"
And he rolled In. His last words
floated 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
-spote her ear with amazement. She
beckoned the porter to her anxiously
Porter! Porter! DO you know
the name of the man who Just hur
ried in?"
Nom" said the porter. II reckon
he's so broken up be alnt got any
name left"
1T couldn't be-" Mrs. Jimmie unused
Things can be sometimes" said
the porter.
You may make up my berth now,
said Mrs. Wellington. forgetting thai
Anne Cattle was still there. Mrs
wellington FASTENED to apologize. anc
begged her to stay. but the spinstel
wanted to be far away from the dis