Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1912-04-18
CHAPTER XII.
The Needle In the Haystack.

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The alnost-married couple sat long
in mutual terror and a common par
alysis of ingenuity. Marjorie, for lack
of anything better to do, was absent
mindedly twisting Snoozleum's ears.
while he. that pocket abridgment OF a
dog in a we'll meaning effort to d.
vert her from her evident grief, made
great pretense of ferocity, growing
and threatening to bite her fingers
off. The new ring attracted his spe-
cial jealousy. He was growing dis
couraged at the ill-success OF his i'm
personation Of wolf, and detected
at being so crassly ignored. when he
suddenly became, In his turn, center
of interest.
Marjorie was awakened from her
trance of inanition by the porter
voice. His plantation voice was or
dinarily as thick and sweet as his own
New Orleans sorghum, but now it had
a bitterness that curdled the blood:
"'Scuse me, but how did you-all git
that theah dog in this heah cah?"
"Snoozleums is always with me"
said Marjorie briskly, as If that set
tied it, and turned for confirmation
to the dog himself, aren't you.
Snoozleums?"
WELL" the porter drawled, trying
to be gracious with his great power,
"the rules don't low no live stock In
the sleepin' cars, 'ceptin' humans
Marjorie rewarded his condescen-
sion with blunt: "Snoozeums Is
more human than you are"
II psume he is" the porter ad-
mitted but he can't make up berths
Anyway, the rules says dogs goes
with the baggage"
Marjorie swept rules aside with q
defiant 81 don't care. won't be
separated from my Snoozleums."
She looked to Mallory for support.
but he was too sorely troubled with
greater anxieties to be capable OF any
action.
Tt. porter tried persuasion: You
BETA lemme take him, the conducta
ts wussn what | am. He th'owed a
couple of dogs out the window trip
befo' last"
The brute!"
"Oh, yassum, he is regular brute.
He just loves to hear m splosh when
they light"
Noting the shiver that shook the
girl, the porter offered bit OF con-
ISOLATION:
Better lemme have the pore little
thing up In the baggage cab. He'll be
in charge Of lovely baggagesmash-
err"
Are you sure he's a nice man."
"Oh, yassum, he's death on trunks,
but he's natural born angel to
dogs"
Well, II must, must" she
sobbed. Poor little Snoozleums! Can
he come back and see me tomorrow"
Marjorie's tears were splashing on
the puzzled dog, who nestled close,
with foreboding Of disaster.
~ reckon phaps you'd better visit
him."
Poor dear little Snoozleums-good
night, my little darling. Poor little
child-it's the first night he's slept
all by his little lonesome, and"
The porter was growing desperate.
He clapped his hands together i'm
patiently and urged: 4 think l hear
that conducta comm"
The ruse succeeded. Marjorie fair
ly forced the dog on him. Quick
hide him-hurry!" she gasped, and
sank on the seat completely crushed.
III be so lonesome without Snoozle-
ums."
Mallory felt called upon to remind
her of his presence. lin here,
Marjorie" She looked at him just
once-at him, the source Of all her
troubles-buried her head in her
arms, and resumed her grief Mallory
stared at her helplessly, then rose
and bent over to whisper:
I'm going to look through the
train"
"Oh, don't leave me-" she pleaded,
clinging to him with dependence
that restored his respect.
II must find clergyman" he whis
pered. "Tll be back the minute find
ona and I,lI hrsno him With man