The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1912-08-16
CHAPTER XIII.
Hostllitlee Begin.

inu met Will lllIlG adventure Vi
her own. Ira Lathrop finished bis re-
encounter with Anne Cattle shortly
after Mallory set out stalking clergy
men, In the mingled confusion CT
finding his one romantic flame still
glowing on vestal altar, and OF
shocking her with an escape OF pro-
family, he backed away from her pres
ence, and sank into his own berth
He realized that he was not alone
Somebody was alongside. He turned
to find the great tear-spent eyes OF
Marjorie staring at him. He rose
with a recrudescence of his woman
hating wrath, and daehing up the
aisle, found the porter just returning
from the baggage car lie seized the
black factotun aud growled:
Say, porter, there's woman In
my berth"
The porter chuckled, incredulous:
Woman in yo' BERTH"
"Yes-get her out"
"Yassah," The porter coadec. and
advanced on Marjorie with gentle.
"'Scusa me, missus--yo' berth Is num-
ba one"
''r don't care" snapped Marjorie.
"I won't take it."
But this I'm belongs to that gentle
man"
HE can have scine-ours-Mr. NAL
lory's." cried Marjorie, pointing to
the white-rtbboned tent in the farther
end OF the car. Then she gripped the
arms of the seat, as II defying evic.
ton. The porter stared at her In
helpless chag-ir. '.rhea be shuftied
back and murmuree: "! rseAon you'd
beta put her out"
Lathrop wtthered the coward with
one contemptuous look. and strobe
down the aisle with determined
grimness. lie took his ticket from
his pocket as cllnching proof of bis
title, and thrust II cut ct Marjorie.
She gave it one Indifferent glance, anc
then her eyes and r1outh puckered, as
II she had muncned green persim-
mon, and long lew vail Ike dis
.ant sngine-whistle, sole from her
lips. Ira Lathrop stared at her IA
blank wrath, doGdered irresolutely,
and roared.
"Agh, let her have IT."
The porter smiled triumphantly, and
said: "She says you kia have her
berth" He pointed at the briusl ar
Dor, Lathrap almost exploded at the
idea.
Now ne felt o hand on his shoulder,
aud TUNED to see Little Jimmie Well
ington emerging from his berth with
an enormous smile n.
Say, Pop, have you, seen lovely
rlce-trap? Stick around till she Hops
But Lathrop flung away to the
smoking room. Little Jimmie turned
TO the joviai negro: ~,
Porter, porter"
"I.rn right by you."
"Wha. time d'you say ne get to
Repo:'
"Nawnin' OF the 10th da7. sab"
We'll, call me just before we roll
IN"
Aud he rolled in. His last words
fioa:ed do~n the aisle and met Mrs.
Little Jimmie Wellington just return
Ing from the Women's Room, where
she had sought nepenthe In more than
one of her exquisite little cigars. The
familiar voice, Familiarity bibuloue, i.
smote her sar with Amusement She
bechoned the porter u h-r aExlously
Porter! Porter. Do you know
the name OF the man eha just hur-
ried in?"
Nom" said the porter. %. reckon
he's 40 broken up he aia't got any
name left" -
ut couldn't be-" Mrs. Jimmie Unused.
Things can be .somet!mes." said
the porter
"You may make up my berth now"
said Mrs. Wellington, forgetting that
Anne Cattle was. still there. Mrs.
Wellington hastaned tc apologize. and
begged her to stay, but the spinster
wanted to be far away from tho els.