The Ordway new era., 1912-08-16

eyes and her voice: "Can you sug.
gest anything better?"
mo. but"
''Then. well have to quarrel. dart
Ing"
He yielded, for lack of a better
idea: "All right. beloved. How shall
we begin?'
On close approach. the idea did
seem rather impossible to her. "Aow
could ! ever quarrel with you. my
love?" she cooed.
He gazed at her with a rush OF
lovely tenderness: "And how could
ever speak Grossly to you?"
I'VE never shall have harsh word.
shall we?" she resolved.
"Never!" he seconded. So that
resolution passed the house unani'
mously.
They held hands In luxury a while.
then she began again: still. we must
pretend. You start It. love-"
NO. you start It," he pleaded.
You ought to-" she bcamed. lyon
got me into this mess.'
The word slipped out. Mallory
started: Mess! How is It my fault!
Good Lord. are you going to begin
chucking 1t up?"
We'll. you must admit. darling. g
Marjorie urged. that you've bungled
everything pretty badly"
Ut was so undeniable that he could
only groan: And ! suppose Ill hear
OF this till my dying day. dearest"
Marjorie had a little temper all her
own. So she defended II: III you are
SO afraid Of my temper. love. perhaps
too late
Il didn't say anything about your
temper. sweetheart" Mallory insisted.
You did. too. honey. You said I'D
chuck this up till your dying day. AZ
II had such a disposition! You can
stay here" She rose to her feet. He
pressed her back with decisive mo
tion. and demanded: Where are you
going?"
Up In the baggage car with
Snoozieums." she SMILED. Hes the
only one that doesn't lind fault with
me-"
Mallory was stung to action by this
crisis: Wait" he said. He leaned
out and motioned down the alley.
Porter! Wait a moment. darling.
Porter!"
The porter arrived with a half-fold.
ed blanket in his hands. and his usual
"Yassah!"
Beckoning him closer. Mallory mum.
bled in u low tone: is there an ex.
ira berth on this carr"
The porter's eyes seemed to re
buke his ears. Does you want this
upper made up?"
"No-of course not"
"Ex-excuse me. l thought"
Don't you dare to think!" Mallory
thundered. Isn't there another low
er BERTH"
The porter breathed hard, and gave
this bridal couple up as riddle that
followed no known rules. He went to
find the sleeping car conductor. and
returned with the Information that
the diagram showed nobody assigned
to number three.
Then Ill take number three" said
Mallory. poking money at the porter.
And still the porter could not under.
stand.
Now, Iemme onderstan' you.ail."
he stammered. Does you both move
over to numba three, or does yo'-yo'
lady remain heah, while Jest you pre-
ambulates?"
Just l preambulate. you black
hound!" Mallory answered. in q
threatening tone. The porter could
understand that, at least, and he
hrfstIed away with a meek. "Yessah
Numba three is yours, sah."
The troubled features Of the bar.
fled porter cleared up as by magic
when he arrived at number three. for
there he found his tyrant and tor.
mentor, the English invader.
He remembered how Indignantly
MIR. Wedgewood had refused to show
his ticket, how cocksure he was OF
his number, how he had leased the
porter's services as a sort OF private
nurse. and had paid no advance roy.
alties.
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