Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1912-03-26


this"
To add TO mis- misery, hrs. WHIT.
comb came from the Womel's hcon.
ana as sne passed Elm, she pToaded
min with one sharp elbow and twisted
the corner OF her heel into mis- little
Toe. He thrust mis- head out with his
1ercest, How dare you'll" But Mrs
Whitcomb was fresh from a pro-
longed encounter with Mrs. yelling,
ton, and she flung back venomous
glare that sent the Englishman 10
cover.
The porter TeTeled in his victory till
he had to dasn Gilt to the vestlbuie
to give vent to hilarious yelpE OF
laughter. When he had regained CON-
posure, he came back to Mallory, ana
bent over him TO say:
"Yo berth is empty. san. Snail
make II up?'
Mallory nodded, and turned to Mar
iorie, with q sad, Good night, dari-
ing"
The porter rolled his eyes again.
and turned away, only to De recalled
by Alariorie's voice: Porter, take
this old handbag out or here"
The porter thought OF the van
auished Lathrop, eytled to the snok.
ing room, aud he answered: That De
longs 10 the gemnan what owns this
berch."
Put II In number one" Mar1Orie
commanded, with Queenly gesture.
The porter obeyed meekly. wonder
ing what would happen next. He had
10 sooner deposited l-athrop's yaiise
among the homogeneous white ribbons.
than Marjorie recalled him TO say:
And, porter, you may bring me my
own baggage.
"YO what-missus?'
Our handbags, idiot" Mallory e1-
planned, peevishly.
If amt seen no handbags OF YOU
ais" the porter protested. "You'all
didn't have no handbags when you got
on this cah.''
Mallory jumped as II he had been
shot. Good Lord, ! remember! We
left EN- in the ta2icab!"
The porter cast his hands up. and
walked away from the tragedy. Mar
1orie stared at Mallory in horror.
I'VE had so little time to catch the
train" Mallory stammersd. Marjorie
leaped 10 her feet: I'm going up IN
the baggage car
For the dog"
For my trunk"
And now Mallory alnihilated her
completely, for he gasped: Our
trunks are on the train ahead
Marjorie fell back for one moment,
then bounded to her feet with shrlll
commands: Porter! Porter! l want
you to stop this train this ninute!"
The porter called back from the
depths of berth: This train don't
stop till tomorrow noon.
Marjorie had strength enough Tor
only one vain protest: DO you mean
10 say that I've got to 90 TO San Fran
cisco in this waists waist that mas
seen whole day In Chicago?'
The best consolation Mallory could
offer was cuinpaniunshp ia misery.
He pushed forward one not too In
1naculate cuff. We'll. this Is the only
linen ] have
Don't speak to me-" snapped Mar
iorie. beating her heels against the
floor.
But. my darling!
Go away and. leave me. hate
you!"
Mallory rose up, and stumbling
down the aisle. plounced Into perth
number three, an aliegory OF despair.
About this time, Little Jimmie Well
ington. having completed more or less
chaotic preparations for sleep. FOUND
that he had put on his pyJamas hind
side foremost. After vain efforts 10
whlrl round quickly AMI get at hls
own back. be put out 1roWsy head.
and called for help.
Say. Porter. Porter"
Pm still on the train" answered
the porter, coming into view.
You'll have to hook Inc up
The porter rendered what aid and
correction he could III Wellington g
hippopotamine toilet. Wellington was
Just wide enough awake to discern
the undisturbed brldal-chamber. tie
whined
Say, porter. that ricetrap. Aren
they going TO flop the rlce-trap?
The porter shook his head sadly
Don't look like that tiopper's agoln
to flip. That dOg.on bridal couple is
done divorced Already"
CHAPTER XVI,