Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1912-03-20

deref and led min to the other END OF
the aisle.
''Numba two is yours, sab. Right
heah-all nice ana cosy, and already
made up"
The big man looked through the
curtains into the cabined confinement,
and groaned:
That! Haven't you got a mans
size berth?"
Sorry, sab. That's as big a bunk
as they is on the train
Have 1 got to be locked up In that
pigeon-hole for-tor how many days
is it to Reno?"
"Reno?" The porter greeted that
meaningful name with a smile. We're
doc In Reno the-the-mawnin' OF
the 10th day, sab. Yassah." He put
the baggage down and started away,
but the fat man seized his hand, with
great emotion:
Don't leave me all alone in there,
porter, for I'm a broken-hearted man"
is that so? Too pad, sah."
Were you ever a broken-hearted
man, porter"
Always, sah.'
did you ever put your trust In a
false-hearted woman"
often, sah."
"Was she ever true to you, Por'
ter?"
Never, ,sah." ,rn>
Porter, We are partners In mis-.
sis-ery."
And he wrung the rough, black hand
with q soIemnity 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 O 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 be would have dropped of to
sleep, if he had not been startled by
a familiar voice which the porter mad
luckily escaped.
"Pawtah! Pawtah! Can't you raise
this Lighter rather can't you lower
It? Pawtah! This light Is so IN
formally dim I can't read"
TO the Englishman's intense amaze.
ment his call brought to him not the
porter but rising moon with the
profound query:
"Whass a III thing like dim light,
when the light OF your life has gone
out?"
Il beg your pardon?"
Without further invitation, the
mammoth descended on the English
mans territory.
I'm a broken.hearted man, MI
Mr. didn't get your name"
"Er-ah-I dare say
"rhapks. | will sit down." He lit
ed "a great carry-all and airily tossed
it INFO the aisle, set the Gladstone
on the lap of the infuriated English
man, and squeezed into the seat op-
uosite, making 4 sad mix-up OF Knees
My names Wellington. Ever hear
of iii Jimmie Wellington? That's
me-"
Amy relation to the Duke?"
"Nagh!"
He no longer interested Mr.. Wedge
wood But Mr.. Wellington was not
aware that he was being snubbed. he
went right on getting acquainted:
Are you married. Mr.-Mr.-"
MOI"
MY heartfelt congratulations.
Hang on to your luck, my boy. Don
LET any female take 1t away from you.
He slapped the Engl!shman on the
elbow amiably, and his prisoner was
too stihed with wrath to emit more
than one feeble "Pawtah!"
Mr.. Wellington unused on aloud;
ooh. If | had only remained single
But she was so beautiful and she
swore to love, honor and obey. MIS-
Wellington is queen among women
mind you, and I have nothing TO say
against her except that she has the
temper of a tarantula." He italicized
the word with light FLIP of his lett
hand along the back Of the seat. he
did not notice that he hlllpeo tne
angry head of Mr.. Ira Lathrop in the
next seat. He went on with his por'
trait of his wife. She has the
'strayaganza Of a sultana"-another
flip for Mr.. Lathrop-"the zheaiousy
OF cobra, the fiirtatiousness OF
humming bird" Mr.. Lathrop was gar
ing round like man-eating tiger, but
WELLINGTON talked on. She drinks
swears and smokes cigars, otherwise
she's fne-a queen among women.
Neither this amazing vision OF WON
ankind, nor this beautiful example O!
longing for confession and sympathy
awakened response in the English
mans frozen bosom. His only action
was another violent effort to disengage
his cramped knees from the knees or
his tormentor; his only comment
vain and weakening, cry for help