The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-09-20
Copyright, 1911, by IL. K. Fly Co.
CHAPTER 4.
Excess Baggage,

IN~SS9 DoSS0SCs
Never was young soldier so
stumped by a problem in tactics as
Lieutenant Harry Mallory, safely
aboard his train, and not daring to
leave it, yet hOpelessly unaware of
how he was to dispose of his lovely
but unlabelled baggage.
Hudson and Shaw had erected a
white satin temple to Hymen in berth
number one, had created such cOmmO-
ton, and departed in such confusion,
that there had been no opportunity to
proclaim that he and Marjorie were
mot married-just friends
And now the passengers had ac-
cepted them as that enormous fund of
amusement to any train, a newly we'd
ded pair. To explain the mistake
would have been difficult, even among
friends. But among strangers-well,
perhaps wiser and a colder brain
than Harry Mallory's could have
stood there and delivered a brief ora
ton restoring truth to her pedestal.
But Mallory was in no condition for
such a stole delivery.
He mopped his brow in agony, lost
in a blizzard of bewilderment. He
drifted back toward Marjorie, half to
protect and half for Companionship.
He found Mrs. Temple cuddling her
close and mothering her as if she
We're a baby instead of bride.
Did the poor child run away and
get married."
Marjories frantic ''Boo-hoo-hoo"
might have meant anything. Mrs.
Temple took it for assent. and muir
INJURED with glowing Renaissance:
Just the way Doctor Temple and l
did"
She could not see the Ieaping flash
of wild hope that lighted up MallOry's
face. She only heard his voice across
her shoulder:
Doctor? Doctor Temple? Is your
husband a reverend DOCTOR"
"a reverend doctor?" the little old
lady repeated weakly.
"Yes-a-a preacher"
The poor old cOngregation-weary
soul was abruptly confronted with the
ruination of all the delight in her lit
tie escapade with her pulpit-fagged
u.
| that the girl who was weeping in her
arms was weeping from any other
| fright than the usual fright of young
brides. fresh from the preachers ben
| ediction, she would have cast every
other consideration aside, and told
| the truth
But her husbands last behest be
fore he left her had been to keep
their precious pretend-secret. She
| felt-just then-that a woman's first
| duty is to obey her husband. Besides,
what business was 1t Of this young
husbands what her old husbands
! business was? Before she had fairly
| begun to debate her duty, almost auto
matically. with the instantaneous in
stinct of self-protectiCn, her lips had
uttered the denial:
| "Oh-he's-just a-plain doctor.
| There he is now
Mallory cast one miserable glance
down the aisle 81 Or. Temple CCr.i,g
back from the smoking .Oom. As the
old man paused TO stare ct the bEid1.
berth. whose preparation he had not
seen, he was just enough befuddled
| by his first cigar for thirty years to
look a trife tipsy. The motion OF the
train and the rakish tilt OF his IN
wonted crimson tie confirmed the
suspicion and annihilated Mallory S
newborn hope. that perhaps repentant
fate had dropped a parson at their
very feet.
He sank into the seat opposite
Marjorie, who gave him one terrified
glance, and burst into fresh sobs:
"Oh-Oh-boo-hoo-T 20 unhap-
happy"
Perhaps Mrs. Temple was a little
miffed at the couple that had led hel
astray and opened her own honey
moon with a wanton lib. In any case