Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1912-03-28

ing round like a man-eating tiger, but
Wellington talked on. "She drinks,
swears and smokes cigars, otherwise
she's fine--a queen among women"
Neither this amazing vision of wom-
ankind, nor this beautiful example or
longing for confession and sympathy
awakened a response in the English.
mans frozen bosom. His only action
was another violent effort to disengage
his crampcd knees from the knees Of
his tormentor; his only comment a
vain and weakening, cry for help,
"Pawtah Pawtah!"
Wellington's bleary, teary eyes were
lighted with triumph. Finally saw
couldn't stand it any longer so l
bought a tic-hic-et to Reno. l stab
lish residensh in six monfths-get a
divorce-no shcandal. Even m'oWn
wife won't know anything about it,"
The Englishman was almost attract
ed by this astounding picture OF the
divorce laws in America. 1t sounded
sa balbarCally quaint that he leaned
forward 70 hear more, but Mr.. Yelling
rom hand like mischievous run
away, had wandered back into the
shaggy locks atop of Mr.. Lathrop. His
right hand did not let his left know
what it was doing, but proceeded quite
independently to grip as much of
Lathrop's hair as it would hold.
Th",. =, Mr.. Wellington shook with
Joy 1t the prospect of Dear old
Reno!" he regan unconsciously to
draw Ira Lathrop's head after his hair
the tears into Iathrop's eyes, and as
he writhed and twisted he was too
full of profanity to gtt any one word
out.
When he managed to wrench his
skull free he was ready to murder his
tormentor. But as soon as he con-
fronted the doddering and blinking
topper, he was helpless. Drunken men
have always been treated with great
tenderness in America, and when We'll
. lington, seeing Lathroy's white hair,
exclaimed with rapture: why, hello,
Pop! here's Pop!" the most that Lath-
rop could do was to tear loose those
fat, cropping hands, slap them like
school teacher, and push the man
away.
But that one shove upset Mr.. We'll
lington and sent him topping down
upon the pit of the Englishman's stom-
ach.
For Wedgewood, it was suddenly as
If all the air had been removed from
the world. He gulped like a fish
drowning for lack of water. He was
long while getting breath enough for
words, but his first words were wild
demands that Mr.. Wellington remove
himself forthwith.
Wellington accepted the Punishment
with the sorrowful eyes Of a dying
deer, and tottered away wagging his
fat head and wailng;
I'm a broken-hearted man, and no
body gives "a" At this point he ca
romed over into Ira Lathrop's berth
and was welcomed with savage roar:
what the DEVILS the matter with
you?"
I'm a broken-hearted man, that's
ALL"
"Oh, is that ALL" Lathrop snapped,
vanishing behind his newspaper. The
desperately melancholy seeker for
word of human kindness bleared at
the blurred newspaper wall while,
then waded into a new attempt at ac-
quaintance. Laying his hand on Lath-
rop's knee, he stammered: "Ess-
cuzhe me- Mr.-Mr-"
From behind the newspaper came
stingy answer: "Lathrop's my name
if you want to know"
pleased to meet you, Mr.. Lothrop."
"Lathrop!'
"Lathrop! My names Wellington.
LII Jimmie Wellington. Ever hear OF
me?"
He waited with the genial smile OF
a famous man; the smile froze at
Lathrops curt, Don't think So"
He tried again: Ever hear OF
well-known Chicago belle, Mrs. jim
mie Wellington"
"Yes, I've heard of her!" There
was an ominous grin in the tone.
Wellington waved his hand with
modest pride. "Well, I'm Jimmie"
Serves you right"
This jolt was SO discourteous that
Wellington decided to protest: mis-.
ter Latham!"
"Lathrop!"
The name came out with a whip
snap. He tried to echo it, "La-throp!"
81 don't like that Thrnn That's