The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1912-06-05

trouble" grumbled the half asIeepei
"Confound you'll"
The porter Iured him on: rs yo'
sho' you got one?"
Wedgewood was wide awake now
and surIy as any Englishman befor,
breakfast: "Of cawse I'm shaw. How
dare your"
TOO bad, but I'm 'bleeged to ash
you to gimme a peek at IT,"
This is an outraged"
"Yassah. but Just nachelIy got tC
see t."
wedgewood gathered himself TO
gether. and ransacked his many peck
cts with increasing anger, mutterinl
under his breath. At length he pro
duced the ticket, and thrust IL at the
porter: THAI, you idiot are you con
WINGED now?"
The porter gazed at the billet witt
ill-concealed triumph. "Yassah. rs
convinced" Mr.. Wedgewood settled
back and closed his eyes. us con
vinced that you is in the wrone
BERTH"
'Tmpossiblel won't believe you!'
the Englishman ragged, getting to his
feet in a fury.
Perhaps you'll believe Mista Tick
et," the porter chortled. He says
numba ten, and that's ten across the
way and down the road piece"
This is outrageous! | decline to
move"
You may decline, but you move
lust the same" the porter said, reach.
ing out for his various bags and car
ryaIls. The train moves and you
move with it,"
Wedgewood stood fast: You had
no right to put me in here in the
first place"
The porter disdained to refute this
Islander. He stumbled down the aisle
with the bundles IT'S too bad, it's
sutt'nly too bad, but you sholy must
come along"
Wedgewood followed, gesticulatlng
violently.
"Here-wait-how dare you'll And
that berth is made up. l don't want
to go to bed now!"
"Mista Ticket says. Go to oaidl"
"Of all the disgusting countries!
Heah, don't put that thah--heah."
The porter flung his load anywhere,
and absolYed himself with a curt, rs
got otha passengers to wait on now
q shall certainly report you to the
company" the Englishman fumed.
"Yassah, | p'sume so"
Have got to go to bed now? Real
ly. I" but the porter was gone, ana
the irate foreigner crawled under his
curtains, muttering. Il shall write a
letter to the London Times about
this"
To add to his misery, Mrs. Whit
comb came from the Women's Room,
and as she passed linn, she prodded
him with one sharp elbow and twisted
the corner OF her heel into his little
toe. He thrust his head out with his
iercest, How dare you'll" But Mrs.
Whitcomb was fresh from a pro
longed encounter with Mrs. Yelling
ton, and she flung back q venomous
glare that sent the EnglishmaD to
cover.
The porter reveled in his victory till
be had to dash out to the vestibule
10 give vent to hilarious yelps OF
laughter. When ne had regained COM
posture, he came back to Mallory. and
Dent over him to say:
"Yo' berth is empty, sab. Shall 1
make it up?'
Mallory nodded, and turned to Mar
Orie, with sad, Good night, darl-
ng."
The porter rolled his eyes again,
md turned away, only to be recalled
Jy Marjories voice: Porter, take
his old handbag out of here
The porter thought OF the van
pushed Lathrop, exiled to the smok-
ng room, and he answered: That be-
ongs to the gemman what owns this
perth"
Put it in number one" Marjorie |
with a queenly gesture.
The porter obeyed meekly, wonder
ng what would happen next. He had |
10 sooner deposited Lathrops valise
mong the incongruous white ribbons,
han Marjorie recalled him to say: |
And, porter, you may bring me my |
'wn baggage"
"Yo what-missus?
Our handbags, idiot" Mallory ex-
lained, peevishly.
Il amt seen no handbags OF you
lis" the porter protested. "You-all
1t have no handbags when you got |