The Bottineau courant., 1912-06-14

/ easy sense Of impending trouble He
felt as II someone had left mon.
strous baby on his doorstep, but all
! he said was:
Tickets, please"
! There ensued a long search, fat,
f1abby hands Topping and fumbling
from pocket to pocket. Once more
the porter was the discoverer.
Il see it. Don't look no mo-. Here
1t is-up In yo' hatband." He lifted
it out and chuckled. Had it right
next his brains and couldn't remem.
BAL" He took up the appropriately
huge luggage of the bibulous wan.
derer and led him to the other end of
the aisle.
"Numba two is yours, sab. Right
heah-all nice and cosy, and already
made up."
The big man looked through the
curtains into the cabined confinement,
and groaned:
THAT! Haven't you got q mans
size berth?"
Sorry. sab. That's as big q bunk
| as they Is on the tra1n.
Have got to be locked up In that
pigeon-hole for-for how many days
is it to Reno?"
"Reno?" The porter greeted that
meaningful name with a smile. Were
doc In Reno the-the-mawnin' OF
the fo'th 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 broken-hearted man.
'Is that so? Too bad, sah."
Were you ever a broken-hearted
man, porter?"
/ always, sah."
did you ever put your trust In q
false-hearted woman?"
"Often, sah."
"Was she ever true to you. por
ter?"
Never, sah."
Porter, we are partners In mis-
sis-ery."
And he wrung the rough, black hand
with a solemnity that embarrassed
the porter almost as much as it would
have embarrassed the passenger him
self If he could have understood what
he was doing. The porter disengaged
himself with a 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 he would have dropped on to
sleep, If he had not been startled by
familiar voice which the porter had
luckily escaped.
"Pawtah! Pawtah! Cant you raise
this Lighter rather can't you lower
it? Pawtah! This light is 80 In
fernally dim can't read"
To the Englishman's intense amaze
ment his call brought to him not the
porter, but a rising moon with the
profound query:
"Whass a Ill thing like dim light
when the light of your life has gone
out?" ."~. -.,~sssY
Il beg your pardOnY
WITHOUT further invitation. tht
| mammoth descended on tho English
mans territory.
I'm a broken-hearted man, Mr.
Mr. didn't get your name.'
"Er-ah-I dare say"
soThanks. I will sit down." He lift
ed a great carry-all and airily tossed
it into the aisle, set the Gladstone
on the lap of the infuriated English
man, and squeezed into the seat op
posite, making a sad mix-up of knees
my names Wellington. Ever heal
l. of III Jimmie Wellington? That's
me-"
ANY 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't
let any female take it away from you.
;He slapped the Englishman on the
ielbow amiably, and his prisoner was
too stifled with wrath to emit more
than one feeble "Pawtah!"
Mr.. Wellington mused on aloud:
i"Oh. If | had only remained single
But she was so beautiful and she
swore to love, honor and obey. Mrs
Wellington is a queen among women
mind you, and have nothing to say
;against her except that she has the
temper of a tarantula." He Italicized
the word with light FLIP of his left