The Prescott daily news., 1912-04-06

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 Then, dearest, you must help me to do my duty"
 She clasped his upper arm as if it were an altar and she an Iphigenia about to be sacrificed to save the army. And she murmured with utter heroism
 T will! Do what you like with mel"
 He squeezed her hand between his biceps and his ribs and accepted the offering in a look drenched with grat- itude. Then he said, matter-of-factly:
 Well see how much time we have when we get to-whatever the name of that street is"
 The car jolted and walled on it's way like an old drifting rocking chair The motorman was in no hur- ry. The passengers seemed to have no occasion for haste. Somebody got on or got off at almost every corner, and paused for conversation while the car waited patiently But eventu- ally the conductor put his head in and drawled:
 Hay Here's where you get off at"
 They hastened to debark and found themselves in a narrow, gaudily-light- ed region where they saw a lordly transfer-distributor profound schol- ar in Chicago streets. He informed them that the minister's street lay far back along the path they had come; they should have taken a car in the opposite direction, transferred at some remote center, descended at some unheard-of street, walked three blocks one way and four another. and there they would have been
 Mallory looked at his watch, and Marjor!G'a hopes dropped like wrecked aeroplane, TOT he grimly asked how long it would take them to reach the railroad station
 Well, you'd ought to make it in forty minutes" the transfer agent said-and added, cynically, If the car makes schedule"
 Good Lord. the train starts in twenty minutes!"
 Well, I tell you-take this here green car to Wexford avenoo-there's usually a taXicab or two stapdin' there"
 Thank you. Hop on, Marjorie"
 Marjorie hopped on, and they sat down, Mallory with eyes and thoughts on nothing but the watch hc kept in his hand
 During this tense journey rhe girl perfected her soul with graceful martyrdom.
 I'll go to the train with you. Har- ry, and then you can send me home in a taXicab."
 Her neither lip trembled and. her eyes were filmed, but they were brave, and her voice was so tender that 1t wooed his mind from his watch. He gazed at her, and found her so dear, so devoted and so pitifully exquisite. that he was almost overcome by al impulse to gather her into his arms there and then, indifferent to the i'm mediate passengers or to his far-oft military superiors. An hour ago they were young lovers in all the lit and thrill of elopement. She had clung to him in the gloaming of their taXicab, as it sped like a genie at their whim to the place where the minister would unite their hands and raise his own in blessing. Thence the new husband would have carried the new wife away, his very own, soul and body, duty and beauty. Then, ah, then in their minds the future was an unwaning honeymoon, the journey across the continent, a stroll along a lovers lane, the Pacific ocean a gar den lake, and the Philippines a chain of Fortunate Isles decreed especially for their Eden. And then the taxi cab encountered lamppost. They thought they had merely wrecked a motor car-and 10, they had wrecked a Paradise.
 The railroad ceased to be a lovers lane and became a lingering torment; the ocean was weItering Sahara, and the Philippines Dry Tortugas of exile.
 Mallory realized for the first time what heavy burdens he had taken on with his shoulder straps; what a dis nal life of restrictions and hardships an officers life is bound to be. It was hard to obey the soulless machinery of discipline, to be brass-buttoned slave. He felt all the hot, quick re- sentiment that turns a faithful soldier into a deserter But it takes time to evolve a deserter, and Mallory had cplv twenty minutes The handcuffs