The Prescott daily news., 1912-04-12

vowed, making a dasn for the door.
 But the porter filled the narrow path, and waved her back.
 'Vestibule's done locked up trains going licketysplit." Feeling that he had safely checkmated any rashness, the porter squeezed past the dumbfounded pair, and went to change his blue blouse for the white coat of his chambermaidenly duties. Mallory's first wondering thought was rapturous feeling that circum- stances had forced his dream into a reality. He thrilled with triumph: You've got to go with me now
 "Yes-Ive got to go,' Marjorie as sented meekly; then sublimely, It's fate. Kismet!"
 They clutched each other again in a tiercely blissful hug. Marjorie came back to earth with a bump: Are you really sure there's a minister on board?"
 Pretty sure" said Mallory, sober ing trihe.
 But you said you were sure?"
 Well, when you say you're sure, that means you're not quite sure"
 It was not an entirely satisfactory justification, and Marjorie began to quake with alarm: Suppose there shouldn't be-"
 "Oh, then" Mallory answered care lessly, there's bound to be one to- morrow"
 Marjorie realized at once the enor- nous abyss between then and the morrow, and she gasped: Tomorrow! And no chaperon! Oh, I'll jump out of the window"
 Mallory could prevent that, but when she pleaded, What shall We do?" he had no solution to offer. Again it was she who received the first inspiration.
 T have it, she beamed
 Yes, Marjorie?" he assented, du- biouslY.
 Wen pretend not to be married at all"
 He seized the rescuing ladder: That's it! Not married-just friends"
 Till we can get married"
 Yes, and then we can stop being friends"
 My love-my friend!" They en- braced in most unfriendly manner
 An impatient yelp from the neg lected dog-b basket awoke them.
 ''Oh, Lord, we've brought Snoozle- ums."
 'Of course we have" She took the dog from the prison, tucked him un- der her arm, and tried to compose her bridal face into merely friendly countenance before they entered the car. But she must pause for one more kiss, one more of those bitter-sweet goOd-byes. And Mallory was nothing loath.
 Hudson and Shaw were still glumly perplexed, when the porter returned in his white jacket.
 T bet they missed the train: all this work for nothing" Hudson grum- bled. But Shaw, seeing the porter caught a gleam of hope, and asked anXiouSly:
 Say, porter, have you seen any thing anywhere that looks like fresh ly married pair?"
 Well" and the porter rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand as he chuckled, well, theys a mighty lov- in couple out theah in the corridor"
 That's them-they-it!"
 Instantly everything was alive and in action. It was as if a bugie had shrilled in a dejected camp.
 Get ready!" Shaw commanded. Here's rice for everybody"
 Everybody take an old shoe," said Hudson. You can't miss in this mar row car"
 There's a kazoo for everyone, too," said Shaw, as the outstretched hands were equipped with wedding ammuni- tion. Do you know the Wedding March'9"
 T ought to by this time," said Mrs. Whitcomb.
 Right into the tangle of prepara- tion, old Ira Lathrop stalked. on his way back to his seat to get more cigars.
 Have some rice for the bridal coupler" said Ashton, offering him of his own double-handful.
 But Lathrop brushed him aside with romance-haters growl.
 Watch out for your head, then" cried Hudson, and Lathrop ducked just too late to escape a neck-filling. O@n-~ -----~