The Delta independent., 1912-08-02

RIiise of art. who have nothing 80
welcome to sell as their absence.
Mallory and Marjorie heard the
train-boy's hum. but they tried to ig-
more 1t.
Papers. gents and ladies7 Yss4
No? Paris fashions, lady?"
He showed a large periodical b.
tween their very noses, but Marjorie
threw 1t on the floor, with a bitter
glance at her own borrowed plumare,
Don't show me any Paris fash
ions!" Then she gave the boy bis
congo by resuming her chat with NAL
lory: How long do we stop at og-
den?"
The train-boy went right on auc.
tioning his papers and magazines.
and poking them into the laps of his
prey. And they went right on talking
to one another and pushing his papers
and magazines to the floor.
Il think I'd better get OF at Og-
den, and take the next train back.
That's just what I'll do. Nothing,
thank you'll" this last to the train
boy.
But you can't leave me like this"
Mallory urged excitedly. with a side
glance of mo, mol" to the train.boy.
Il can, and must, and l WILL" Mar
jorie insisted. 'I'll go pack my things
now"
But. Marjorie, listen to me-"
"Will you let me alone!" This to
the gadfiy. but to Mallory a detected
wall: Il just remembered. 1
haven't anything to pack"
And you'll have to give back that
waist to Mrs. Temple. You can't get
OF at Ogden without a waist"
I'll go anyway. want to get
home"
Marjorie, If you talk that way-Iu
throw you off the train!"
She gasped. He explained: "I
wasn't talking to you; was trying
to stop this phonograph." Then he
rose, and laid violent hands on the
annoyer. showed him to the corridor,
seized his bundle Of papers from his
arm, and hurled them at his head
They fell In a shower about the train
butcher, who could only feel GER
tain respect for the one man who had
ever treated him as he knew he de-
served. He bent to pick up his scat
tered merchandise, and when he had
gathered his stock together. put his
head in, and sang out a sincere:
Excuse me-"
But Mallory did not hear him. he
was excitedly trying to calm the ex-
cited girl. who, having eloped with
him, was preparing now to elope back
without him.
Darling, you can't desert me now"
he pleaded, land leave me to go on
aione?"
We'll, why don't you do some.
thing?" she retorted, in equal des-
peration. IF / were a man, and
had the girl / loved on a train. I'd
get her married If l had to wreck
the" she caught her breath, paused
a second in intense thought, and
then. with sudden radiance, cried:
Harry, dear!"
Yes, Lowell"
Il have an idea-an Inspiration"
Eyes, pet" rather obviously from
him, but with absolute exultation from
her: Let's wreck the train!"
Il don't follow you, sweetheart"
Don't you see?" she began excited
ly. When there are train wrecks a
lot of people get killed, and things.
A minister always turns up to admin.
lister the last something or other
we'll"
"Well?"
We'll. stupid, don't you see? We
wreck train, minister comes, we
nab him, he marries us, and-there
we are! Everything's lovely!"
He gave her one OF those looks
with which a man usually greets what
a woman calls an inspiration. He did
not honor her invention with an.
alysis. He simply put forward an OBJ
lection to 1t. and, man-like, chose the
most hateful of all objections:
Its lovely idea, but the wreck
would delay us for hours and hours.
and I'd miss my transport"
Harry Mallory, If you mention that
odious transport to me again, know
I'll have hydrophobia. I'm going
home"
But. darling" he pleaded, you
can't desert me now, and leave me to
go on alone?" She had her answer
glib:
III you really loved me. you'd"
"Oh, know" he cut in. You've
said that before. But I'd be court
martialed. I'd lose my career"
Whats a career to a man who
truly loves?"
ITS just as much as 1t is to any.
body else-and more"
She could hardly controvert this
gracefully. SO she sank back with
grim resignation. well, I've pro-
posed my plan. and you don't like It.
Now, suppose you propose something" ;"
The silence was oppressive. They
sat like stoughton bottles. There the