The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-10-18
Copyright, 1871, By Il. < Fly 90.
CHAPTER xXxIy.
The Complete Divorcer.

The other passengers were growing
nervous with their own troubles. The
next stop was Reno, and in spite OF
all the wit that is heaped upon the
town, IL is solemn place to those
who must go there in purgatorial pen
ance for matrimonial error.
Some honest souls regard such di-
vorce-emporiums as dens OF evil,
where the wicked make a mockery OF
the sacrament and assail the founda-
lions OF society, by undermining the
home. Other equally honest souls,
believing that marriage is a human
institution whose mishaps and mis-
takes should be rectitied as far as
possible, regard the divorce courts as
cities of refuge for ill-treated or i'll
mated women and men whose lives
may be saved from utter ruination by
the Intervention OF higk-minded
judges.
But, whichever view is right, the
ordeal by divorce is terrifying enough
to the poor sinners or martyrs who
must undergo it.
Little Jimmie Wellington turned
pale, and stammered, as he tried to
ask the conductor casually:
What kind OF a place is that
Reno?"
The conductor, somewhat cynical
from close association with the dl-
vorce-mill and it's grist, grinned:
That depends on what you're leav.
ing behind. Most folks seem to get
enough of 1t in about six months
Then he went his way, leaving Well.
ington red, agape and perplexed. The
trouble with Wellington was that he
had brought along what he was Ieav
| ing behind. Or, as Ashton impudently
observed: You ought to enjoy your
wife on hand"
The only repartee that Wellington
could think OF was rather unin
spired: You go to ="
$50 long as 1t isn't Reno" Ashton
laughed, and walked away.
Wedgewood laid a sympathetic hanC
on Little Jimmie's shoulder, and said
THAT Ashton is no end of a bound
er, what?"
Wellington wrote his epitaph IL
these words:
| "Well, the worst l can say of hin
is, he's the kind OF man that doesn'
lift the plug out when he's through
with the BASIN"
He liked this so well that he wished
he had thought of it in time to cracl
1t over Ashton's head. He decided
to hand 1t to him ANYWAY. He forgo
that the cardinal rule for repartee, i
Better never than late"
AS he swung out OF the mems room
he was buttonholed by an individual
new to the little Trans-American col
ony. One OF the camp-followers an
suffers who prosper round the edge
Of all great enterprises had waylai'
him on the way to the battle-ground
Of marital freedom.
The stranger had got on at al
earlier stop and worked his wa
through the train to the car name
"Snowdrop." Wellington was his frs
victim here. His pushing manner
the almost vulture-like rapacity OF hi
cleaning eyes, and the very WI
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gestures. his thick lisp. and every
thing about him gave Wellington hi
immediate pedigree.
1t i'll behooves Christendom to nee
reminding that the Jewish race ha
adorned and still adorns humanit
with some of its noblest specimens
but this interloper was of the typ
that must have irritated Voltaire int
answering the platitude that the Jew
are Gods chosen people with tina
other platitude, TASTES differ"
Little Jimmie Wellington, hot i
pursuit of Ashton, found himsel
checked in spite of himself; in spit
of himself deposited somehow into
seat, and in spite of himself confron
ed with a curvilinear person, VIII
said:
"Excoose. pleass! but are you ge
tink off at R-r-reno?"
II am" Wellington answered, cur
ly, essaying to rise, only to be del
cately restored to his place with
gesture and a phrase:
: Then you meet me-"
"Oh, I need you, do I? And VIII
are your"
who amt I? I am Baumann an
Blumen. Our cart. pleass."
Wellington found a pasteboard l
his hand and read the legend: