The Prescott daily news., 1912-04-15
CHAPTER XV.
A Premature Divorce.

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 Suddenly Marjoie's heart gave leap of joy. She was having another idea. "I'll tell you, Harry. We'll pre- tend to quarrel, and then
 And then you can leave me in high dudgeon."
 The ruse struck him as a trife un- convincing Don't you think it looks kind of improbable on-on-such an occasion?"
 Marjorie blushed, and lowered her eyes and her voice: Gan you sug- gest anything better?"
 No, but"
 Then, we'll have to quarrel, darl- ing"
 He yielded for lack of a better idea: All right, beloved. How shall we begin?" On close approach, the idea did seem rather impossible to her. How could 1 ever quarrel with you, my iove?" she cooed
 He gazed at her with rush Of lovely tenderness: And how could ever speak grossly to you?"
 We never shall have a harsh word, shall we?" she resolved.
 "Never!" he seconded. So that resolution passed the house unanl- mously
 They held hands in luxury a while. then she began again: still, We must pretend You start it, love" No, you start it, he pleaded. You ought to-" she beamed. You got me into this mess" The word slipped out. Mallory started: Mess How is it my faulty Good Lord, are you going to begin chucking it up?" Well, you must admit, darling, ]" Marjorie urged, that you've bungled everything pretty badly" It was so undeniable that he could only groan; And l suppose I'll hear of this till my dying day, dearest" Marjorie had little temper all her own. So she defended it: If you are so afraid of my temper, love, perhaps you'd better call it all off before it's too late" T didnt say anything about your temper, sweetheart" Mallory insisted
 You did, too. honey. You said I'd chuck this up till your dying day. As If l had such disposition, You can stay here" She rose to her feet. He pressed her back with a decisive mo- ton, and demanded: Where are you soing?"
 Up in the baggage car with Snoozleums," she snifled Hes the only one that doesn't find fault with nc"
 Mallory was stung to action by this crisis: Wait" he said He leaned put and motioned down the alley. 'Porter Wait a moment, darling. Portcr!'
 The porter arrived with halfrfold- d blanket in his hands, and his usual "Yassah!" Reckoning him closer. Mallory num- hied in low tone: "Is there an ex- tra berth on this car?" The porter's eyes seemed to re- buke his ears. Does you want this upper made up?" "No-of course not"
 "Ex-excuse me. l thought"
 Don't you dare to think" Mallory thundered. Isn't there another low CT berth?" The porter breathed hard, and gave this bridal couple up as a riddle that followed no known rules. He went to find the sleeping car conductor and returned with the information that the diagram showed nobody assigned to number three.
 Then I'll take number three," said Mallory. poking money at the porter And still the porter could not under stand.
 Now, femme onderstan' you-all," he stammered. Does you both move over to numba three, or does yo'-yo' lady remain heah. while jest you pre- ambulates?"
 Just l preambulate, you black hound!" Mallory answered, in a threatening tone. The porter could understand that, at least, and he bristled away with a meek: "Yessah. Numba three is yours, sah"
 The troubled features of the baf. ned porter cleared up as by magic