Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1912-05-16

thing up in the baggage cah. Eel be
in charge Of a lovely baggage-smash-
err"
Are you sure he's a nice MANI"
"Oh, yassum, he's death on trunks,
but he's a natural born angel to
dogs"
We'll, If l must, I must" she
sobbed. Poor little Snoozleums! Can
he come back and see me tomorrow"
Marjorie's tears were splashing on
the puzzled dog, who nestled close,
with d foreboding Of disaster.
II reckon p'haps you'd better visit
him"
Poor dear little Snoozleums-good
night, my little darling. Poor little
child--it's the first night he's slept
all by his little lonesome, and"
The porter was growing desperate.
He clapped his hands together I'M
patiently and urged; Il think l hear
that conducta comm"
The ruse succeeded. Marjorie fair.
ly forced the dog on him. Quick
hide him-hurry!" she gasped, and
sank on the seat completely crushed.
I'll be so lonesome without SnoozIe-
ums."
Mallory felt called upon to remind
her Of his presence. I'm here,
Marjorie" She looked at him just
once-at him, the source Of all her
troubles-buried her head in her
arms, and resumed her grief. Mallory
stared at her helplessly, then rose
and bent over to whisper;
I'm going to look through the
train"
"Oh, don't leaye me-" she pleaded,
clinging to him with a dependence
that restored his respect.
~ must find a clergyman" he whis-
pered. III be back the minute I find
one, and III bring him with ne"
The porter thought he wanted the
dog back, and ~quickened his pace tin
he reached the corridor, where Nal
lory overlook him and asked, IN an
effort at casual indifference, if ne had
seen anything OF a clergyman on
board.
"Ain't seen nothin' that even looks
like one" said the porter, Then he
fastened ahead to the baggage car
with the sQuirming Snoozleums, While
Mallory followed slowly, going from
seat to seat and car to car, ~subjecting
all the males to an inspection that
rendered some Of them indignant,
others of them uneasy.
Ii dear old Doctor Temple could
only have known what Mallory was
hunting, he would have snatched off
the mask, and thrown aside the secu-
lar scarlet tie at all costs. But poor
Mallory, unable to recognize a clergy
man so dyed-in-the-wool as Doctor
Temple, sitting in the very next seat
how could he be expected to pick
out another in tho long and crowded
train?
All clergymen LOOK alike when they
are in convention assembled, but
sprinkled through q crowd they are
not so easily distinguished
In the sleeping car bound for Port.
land, Mallory picked one man as a
clergyman. He had G lean, ascetlc
face, solemn eyes. and he was talking
to his seat-mate In an ~oratoricaI man.
ner. Mallory bent down and tapped
the mans shoulder.
The effect was surprising. The man
jumped as If he were stabbed, and
turned a pale, frightened face or Nal
lory, who murmurod:
Excuse me, do you happen to be &
clergyman"
A look Of relief stole over the mans
features, followed closely by a scowI
of wounded vanity:
mo, damn you, I don't happen tc
be a parson, 1 have chosen to be
well, If YOU had watched the bill
boards in Chicago during our run, you
would not need to ask who I amt"
Mallory mumbled an apology and
hurried on. Just o~verhearing his vic