The Prescott daily news., 1912-04-23

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 But Mallory did not hear him, he was excitedly trying to calm the ex- cited girl, who. having eloped with him, was preparing now to elope back without him.
 Darling, you can't desert me now" he pleaded, and leave me to go on aIone?"
 Well, why don't you do some thing?" she retorted, in equal des- peration If l were a man, and 1 had the girl I loved on a train I'd get her married if I had to wreck the" she caught her breath, paused second in intense thought, and then, with sudden radiance, cried: Harry, dear!"
 "YeS, love!"
 "I have an idea-an inspiration!"
 Yes, pet" rather dubiously from him, but with absolute exultation from her: Let's wreck the train!"
 T don't follow you, sweetheart"
 Don't you see?" she began excited ly. When there are train wrecks a lot of people get killed, and things. A minister always turns up to admin ister the last something or other we'll"
 "Well?"
 Well, stupid, don't you see? We wreck train, minister comes, We nab him, he marries us, and--there we are! Everything's lovely"
 He gave her one of those looks with which man usually greets what woman calls an inspiration. He did not honor her invention with an- alysis. He simply put forward an ob- jection to it, and, man-like, chose the most hateful of all objections:
 Its a lovely idea, but the wreck would delay us for hours and hours, and I'd miss my transport"
 Harry Mallory, if you mention that odious transport to me again, know I'll have hydrophobia. I'm going home"
 But, darling" he pleaded, you can't desert me now, and leave me to go on alone?" She had her answer glib:
 If you really loved me, you'd"
 "Ob, I know" he cut in. You've said that before. But I'd be court martialed. I'd lose my career
 Whats career to a man who truly loves?"
 Its just as much as it is to any. body else-and more."
 She could hardly controvert this gracefully, so she sank back with grim resignation. Well, I've pro- posed my plan, and you don't like 1t. Now, suppose you propose something"
 The silence was oppressive. They sat like stoughton bottles. There the conductor found them some time later. He gave them careless look. selected a chair at the end of the car, and began to sort his tickets spreading them out on another chair making notes with the pencil he took from atop his ear, and showed back from time to time.
 Ages seemed to pass, and Mallory had not even a suggestion. By this time Marjorie's temper had evaporat- ed, and when he said: If we could only stop at some town for half an hour" she said: Maybe the conduc- tor would hold the train for us."
 "I hardly think he would.' He looks like an awfully nice man. You ask him."
 "Oh, what's the user" Marjorie was getting tired of de- pending on this charming young man with the very bad luck. She decided to assume command herself. She took recourse naturally to the orig inal feminine methods: "I'u take care of him." she said, with resolution. "A woman can get man to do almost anything if she fiirts a little with him"
 "Mariorie!"
 Now. don't you mind anything do. Remember, it's all for love Of you-even If l have to kiss him."
 Marjorie. won't permit"
 You have no right to boss me yet. You subside." She gave him the merest touch, but he fell backward into chair, utterly aghast at the shameless siren into which despera- ton had altered the timid little thing he thought he had chosen to love. He was being rapidly initiated into the complex and versatile and fearfully wonderful thing woman really Is, and he was saying to himself, What have l married?" forgetting, for the moment, that he had not married hor yet, and that therein lay the whole trouble.
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