The Raymer enterprise., 1912-07-04
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singing his nasal lay, but II was tha
behemoth and not the train.boy tina,
collapsed into a seat, sprawling Al
helplessly as mammoth oyster on 8
table-cloth.
The porter rushed to his aid and
hoisted him to his feet with an un
easy sense OF impending trouble. He
felt as II someone had left mon,
strous baby on bis doorstep. but al
he said was:
Tickets. please"
There ensued long search. fat
tlabby hands Hopping and fumbline
from pocket to pocket. Once more
the porter was the dIscoverer.
II see 1t. Don't look no mo-. Here
It is-up in yo' hatband." He lifted
It out and chuckled. Had It righ,
next his brains and couldn't remem
ba!" He took up the appropriately
huge luggage OF the bibulous wan
derer and led him to the other end OF
the aisle.
"Numba two Is yours, sab. Righ,
heah-all nice and cosy, and already
made up"
The big man looked through the
curtains into the cabined confinement
and groaned:
That! Haven't you got = man'i
size berth?"
Sorry. sab. That's as big bunk
as they Is on tho train"
Have / got to be locked up in that
pigeon.hole for-ior how many dayi
Is It to Reno?"
Reno" The porter greeted tha,
meaningful name with smile. Were
doc In Reno the-the-mawnin' oil
the fo'th day. sab. Yassah." He put
the baggage down and started away
but the fat man seized bis hand. with
great emotion:
Don't leave me all alone In there
porter, for I'm broken.hearted man.
rs that SO? Too bad. sab"
Were you ever a broken.hearted
man. porter"
Always, sab"
Did you ever put your trust In q
false-hearted woman!
often. sah'
Was she ever true to you. por
ter?"
Never, sab"
"Porter. We are partners In mis-
sis-ery."
And he wrunC the rough, black hand
with solemnity that embarrassed
the porter almost as much as 1t would
have embarrassed the passenger him
self II he could have understood what
he was doing. The porter disengaged
himself with patient but hasty:
I'm afraid you'll have to 'scuse me
| got TO hep the other passengers on
bode"
Don't let me keep you from your
duty. Duty is the-the-" But he
could not remember what duty was
and he would have dropped of to
sleep, II he had not been startled by
a familiar voice which the porter had
luckily escaped.
"Pawtah! Pawtah! Can't you raise
this Lighter rather cant you lower
It? Pawtah, This, light is 30 In
formally dim | cant read"
To the Englishman's intense amaze
ment his call brought to him not the
porter, but a rising moon with the
profound query:
"Whass a III thing like dim light
when the light OF your life has gone
out7"
Il beg your pardon?"
Without further invitation, the
mammoth descended on the English
mans territory.
I'm a broken,hearted man, Mr.
Mr.-I didn't get your name"
"Er-ah-l dare say"
Thanks. | will sit down" He lift
ed a great carry.all and airily tossed
It into the aisle, set the Gladstone
on the lap OF the infuriated English
man, and squeezed into the seat op'
posite, making sad mi1up OF knees
MY names Wellington. Ever hear
OF III Jimmie Wellington? That's
me-"
Any relation to the Duke?"
"Nagh!"
He no longer interested Mr.. Wedge
wood. But Mr.. Wellington was not
aware that he was being snubbed. lie
went right on getting acquainted:
Are you married, Mr.-Mr.-r
Mo-"
My heartfelt congratulations
Hang on to your luck, my boy. Don,
let any female take 1t away from you.
He slapped the Englishman on the
elbow amiably. and his prisoner was
too stifed with wrath TO emit more
than one feeble "Pawtah!"
Mr.. Wellington mused on aloud:
oh. II had only remained single
But she was SO beautiful and she
swore to love, honor and obey. Mrs
Wellington is queen among women
mind you. and have nothing to sa!
against her except that she has the
temper OF a tarantula." He italicized
the word with a light fllip OF his left
hand along the back OF the seat Hs
did not notice that he iilliped the
angry head of Mr.. Iva Lathrop In the