The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1912-06-12

was for the baggage car, TIL sne real
lied that Snoozleums might be unwill
ing TO attend. Then she swung roun,
, to the vestibule, but Mallory shifte,
to the observation platform.
Marjorie had left Snoozleums will
Mrs. Temple, who promised to hid,
him when the new conductor passed
through the car, and she remind ed
Harry to get the waiter to bring them
a package of bones for their only
child" so far.
On the way back from the dining
car they kissed each other goodbye
again at all the trysting places they
had sanctified before. The sun was
radiant, the world good, and the very
train ran with jubilant rejoicing. They
could not doubt that few more hours
would see them legally man and wife.
Mallory restored Marjorie to her
place in their car, and with smiles of
assurance, left her for another par
son-hunt through the train. She wait
ed for him in a bridal agitation. lie
ransacked the train forward in vain,
and returned, passing Marjorie with
a shake of the head, and sour
countenance. He went out to the OBJ
servation platform where he stumbled
on Ira Lathrop and Anne Cattle. en-
gagged in a conversation of evident
intimacy, for they jumped when he
opened the door, as If they were guilty
of some plot.
Mallory mumbled his usual, Eek
cuse me-" whirled on his heel and
dragged his discouraged steps back
through the Observation Room, where
various women and a few men of evi-
dent unclericality were draped across
arm chairs and absorbed in lazy con-
versation or bobbing their heads over
magazines that treinbled with the mo-
ton Of the train.
Mrs. Wellington was busily writing
at the desk, but he did not know who
she was, and he did not care whom
she was writing to. He did not OBJ
serve the baleful glare Of Mrs. Whit
comb, who sat watching Mrs. Yelling.
was, and suspecting the correspond
ent-Mrs. Whitcomb was tempted to
spell the word with one r."
Mallory stumbled into the mems
portion of the composite car. Here
he nodded with a sickly cheer to the
sole occupant, DR.. Temple, who was
looking less ministerial than ever in
an embroidered skull cap. The old
rascal was sitting far back on his
lumbar vertebrae. One of his hands
clasped a long glass filled with a
LIQUID of a hue that resembled some
thing stronger than what it was
mere ginger ale. The other hand
toyed with a long black cigar. The
smoke curled round the old mans
head like the fumes of a sultan's
narghile, and through the wisps his
face was one of Oriental luxury.
Mallory's eyes were caught from
this picture of beatitude by the en-
trance, at the other door, of a man
who had evidently swung aboard at
the most recent stop-for Mallory had
not seen him. His gray hair was
crowned with a soft black hat, and
his spare frame was swathed in a
frock coat that had seen better days.
His soft gray eyes seemed to search
timidly the smoke-clouded atmos.
phere, and he had bashful air which
Mallory translated as one of ditiidence
in a place where liquors and cigars
were dispensed.
With equal diffidence Mallory ad' |
vanced and in a low tone accosted the |
cautiously:
Excuse me-you look like a clergy /
man."
The hell you say!"
Mallory pursued the question nc
further.