The Progressive West Virginian. [volume] (Williamson, W. Va.) 1911-1913, 1912-09-05

Mrs Whitcomb Mallory reports to Mar
iorie his failure to And a preacher. They
decide to pretend quarrel and Malory
dnds vacant berth.
CHAPTER xv-(contlnued).
And now he was sprawled and snor-
ing majestically among his many lug
cages, like sleeping lion. Revenge
tasted good to the humble porter; 1t
tasted like candied yam smothered
In 'possum gravy. He smacked his
thick lips over this revenge. With
all the insolence of a servant in brief
authority. he gloated over his prey.
and prodded him awake. Then MUIR
INJURED with hypocritical Difference:
Excuse me, but could see yo' ticket
for yo' seat?"
Certainly not! its too much
trouble" grumbled the half asleeper.
"Confound you'll"
The porter lured him on: is you
sho' you got one?"
Wedgewood was wide awake now,
and surly as any Englishman before
breakfast: "Of cawse I'm shaw How
dare your
Too bad, but I'm 'bleeged to ask
you to gimme a peek at it."
This Is an outraged"
''Yassah. but l Just nachelly got TO
see It."
Wedgewood gathered himself to-
gether, and ransacked his many peck
cts with increasing anger, muttering
under his breath. At length he pro
duced the ticket, and thrust 1t at the
porter: THAI. you idiot, are you con-
WINGED now?"
The porter gazed at the billet with
ill-concealed triumph. "Yassah. rs
convinced" Mr. Wedgewood settled
back and closed his eyes. rs con-
WINGED that you Is in the wrong
BERTH"
Impossible! I won't believe you'll"
the Englishman ragged. getting to his
feet in fury.
et," the porter chortled. He says
numba ten, and that's ten across the
way and down the road piece"
This is outrageous l decline to
move"
You may decline, but you move
Just the same" the porter said, reach
ing out for his various bags and car
ryalls. The train moves and you
move with it."
Wedgewood stood fast: You had
no right to put me in here In the
first place."
The porter disdained to refute this
SANDER He stumbled down the aisle
with the bundles. ITS too bad it's
sutt'nly too bad. but you sholy must
come along"
Wedgewood sorowed. gesticulating
violently.
"Here-wait-how dare you! And
that berth is made up. don't want
to go to bed now!"
"Mista Ticket says, Go to baid!'"
"Of all the disgusting countries!
Heah, don't put that thah-heah."
The porter flung his load anywhere,
and absolved himself with a curt, IFS
got otha passengers to wait on now. :
IT shall certainly report you to the
company" the Englishman fumed.
"Yassah, p'sume So"
Have got to go to bed now? Real
ly, l." but the porter was gone, ana
the irate foreigner crawled under his
curtains, muttering, Il shall write q
letter to the London Times about
this"
To add to his misery, Mrs. Whit
comb came from the Women's Room
and as she passed him, she proddeo
him with one sharp elbow and twisted
the corner OF her heel into his little
toe. He thrust his head out with his
fercest, How dare you'll" But Mrs
Whitcomb was fresh from a pro
longed encounter with Mrs. yelling
ton, and she flung back venomou!
glare, that sent the Englishman t
cover.
The porter reveled In his victory til
he had to dash out to the vestibul,
to give vent to hilarious yelps O
laughter. When he had regained com
posture, he came back to Mallory. an,
bent over him to say:
"Yo' berth 10 empty. sab. Shall
make 1t up?"
mainly AOOucu, anu turned 10 MAJ
Jorie, with sad. Good night. dar
ing"
The porter rolled his eyes aEair
and turned away, only to be recalle
by Marjorie's voice: Porter, TAX
this old handbag out OF here"
The porter thought of the var
pushed Lathrop. exiled to the smol
Ing room, and he answered: That be
longs to the gemman what owns thi
berth
"Put it in number one" Mar1ori
commanded, with queenly gesture,
The porter ,obeyed meekly, wonder
Ing what would happen next. He ha
no sooner deposited Lathrop's wallis
among the incongruous white ribbons
than Marjorie recalled him to say
And. porter. You may bring me m
own baggage.
sy~ whet-Inissus? ?"