The Prescott daily news., 1912-04-18
CHAPTER XIX.
Rolled

Foiledl
 It was late in the forenoon before the train came to the end of its iron furrow across that fertile space be- tween two of the worlds greatest riv- CTS, which the Indians called Iowa" nobody knows exactly why. In con- trast with the palisades of the Missis- sippi, the Missouri twists like a great brown dragon wallowing in congenial mud. The water itself, as Bob Bur dette said, is so muddy that the wind blowing across it raises a cloud of dust.
 A sonorous bridge led the way into Nebraska, and the train came to a halt at Omaha. Mallory and Marjorie got out to stretch their legs and their dog. If they had only known that the train was to stop there the quarter of an hour, and if they had only known some preacher there and had had him to the station, the ceremony could have been consummated then and there.
 The horizon was fairly saw-toothed with church spires. There were preachers, preachers everywhere, and not a dominic to do their deed
 After they had strolled up and down the platform, and up and down, and up and down till they were fain of their cramped quarters, again, Mar jorie suddenly dug her nails into Nal lory's arm.
 
 Honey looked, and there before heir very eyes stood as clerical looking person as ever announced a strawberry festival.
 Mallory stared and stared, till Mar jorie said:
 Don't you see? stupid it's a preacher! a preacher!"
 Tt looks like one," was as far as Mallory would commit himself, and he was turning away. He lad about come to the belief that anything that looked like parson was something else. But Marjorie whirled him round again, with shrill whisper to listen. And he overheard in tones addicted to the pulpit:
 Yes, deacon, I trust that the har- vest will be plentiful at my new church. It grieves me to leave the dear brothers and sisters in the Lord in Omaha, but I felt called to wider pastures"
 And lady who was evidently Mrs. Deacon spoke up:
 wen miss you terrible. We all say you are the best pastor our church ever had"
 Mallory prepared to spring on his prey and drag him to his lair, but Marjorie held him back.
 He's taking our train, Lord bless his dear old soul"
 And Mallory could have hugged him. But lle kept close watch. To the rap ture of the wedding-hungry twain. the preacher shook hands with such of his flock as had followed him to the sta. ton, picked up his valise and walked up to the porter, extending his ticket
 But the porter said--and Mauory coud have throttled him for saying it.
 Scuse me, posson, but that's yo train ova yonda. You betta move riaN smaht, for it's gettin' ready to pui. out"
 With little shriek of dismay. tlt carson clutched his valise and set cr at a run. Mallory dashed after hin and Marjorie after Mallory. The, shouted as they ran, but the conducto Of the east-bound train sang out Al aboard!" and swung on.
 The parson made a sprint and ;aLGht the ultimate rail of the moving rain. Mallory made d frantic leay at a flying coat-taii and missed. As he and Marjorie stood gazing reproach. fully at the train which was giving beautiful illustration of the laws of re- treating perspective, they heard wild Aowls of Hi! hi!" and Hay! hay!" and turned to see their own train fin motion, and the porter dancing a Zulu step alongside.