The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-10-17


ton, rushing forward, only to be faced
by the slam of the door and the click
of the key. She whirled back to de-
mand Of Marjorie: Did you ever hear
of such impudence?"
II never did"
'Tn never be ready for Reno" Mrs.
Wellington walled, and haven't had
my breakfast"
You'd better order 1t in advance"
said Marjorie. 1T takes that chef an
hour to boil an egg three minutes"
Il will, If I can ever get my face
washed" sighed Mrs. Wellington
And now Mrs. Anne Lathrop, after
much hesitation. called timidly, "Por-
ter-porter-please!"
Yes-miss-missusi he amended
"Wiu you call my" she gulped-
my husband"
"Yes. ma'am." the porter chuckled.
and putting his grinning head In at
the mems door, he bowed to Ira and
said: Excuse me, but you are sent
for by the lady in number one"
Ashton slapped him on the back
and roared: "Oh, you married mani"
WELL" said Ira, In self-defense, Il
don't hear anybody sending for you"
Wedgewood grinned at Ashton. II
rather fancy he had you theah, old
top, Ell. what?'
Ira appeared at number one, and
bending over his treasure-trove, spoke
In voice that was pure saccharine:
Are you ready for breakfast, dear?"
"Yes, Ira"
Come along to the dining-car."
Its cosier here" she said. Couldn't
We have 1t served here?"
"But It'll get all cold. and I'm hun
gry," pouted the old bachelor, to
whom breakfast was q sacred insti-
tuition.
"All right, Ira," said Anne. glad to
be meek; come along" and she rose.
Ira hesitated. "Still, II you'd rath-
er, we'll eat here" He sat down.
"Oh, not at ALL" said Anne; well
go where you want to co.
But want to do what you want to
do"
so do well CO." said Anne.
Wen stay"
mo, I insist on the dining-car."
"Oh, all right. have your own way"
said Ira, as II he were being bullied.
and liked it. Anne smiled at the con-
trariness of men, and Ira smiled at
the contrariness of women, and when
they reached the vestibule they kissed
each other in mutual forgiveness.
AS Wedgewood stropped an old-fash-
Toned razor. he said to Ashton, who
was putting up his safety equipment:
Il say, old party, are those safety
razors safe? Can't you really cut
yourself?"
Cut everything but hair" said Ash
ton, pointing to his wounded chin.
Mallory put out his hand: Would
you be kind enough to lend me your
razor again this morning?"
Sure thing" said Ashton. You'll
find your blade in the box there"
Mallory then negotiated the loan OF
one more fresh shirt from the Eng.
lishman, and a clean collar from Ash.
ton. He rejoiced that the end OF the
day would bring him In touch with
his own baggage. Four days OF forag.
ing on the country was enough for
this soldier.
Also he felt, now that he and Mar.
1orie had lived thus long. they could
survive somehow till evening brought
them to San Francisco, where there
| were hundreds Of ministers. And then
the conductor must ruin his early
morning optimism, though he made
his appearance In the Mushroom with
| genial good mornings for all.
Mallory acknowledged the greeting
and asked offhandedly: by the way
how's she running?"
The conductor answered even more
offhandedly: About two hours late
and losin'"
Mallory was transflxed with q new
fear: Good Lord, my transport sails
at sunrise"
"Oh, we ought to make Frisco By
midnight, anyway"
Midnight, and sail at Daylight"
| Unless we lose a little more time
| Mallory realized that every new day
managed to create its own anxieties
With the regularity of q milkman
each morning left fresh crisis or
his doorstep.
| <1.7.,.,-S r. u.,