The Prescott daily news., 1912-04-26

 pulled the old rope. Whom did you suppose?'
 The conductor almost dropped with apoplexy at finding himself with no- body to vent his immense rage on, but this pink and white slip. "You!" he gulped, well, what in Say, in the name of-why, don't you know it's a penitentiary offense to stop train this way?"
 Marjorie tossed her head little higher, grew little calmer: What do I care? I want you to back up"
 The conductor was reduced to wet rag, a feeble echo: Back up the train up?"
 Yes, back the train up," Marjorie answered. resolutely, and go slowly till l tell you to stop"
 The conductor stared at her mo- ment, then whirled on Mallory: Say, what in hell's the matter with your wife?" a~,s,, ,,- ys--.
 Mallory was saved from the prob- lem of answering by Marjorie's abrupt change from young Tsarina rebuk- ing serf, to a terrified mother. She flung out imploring palms and with a gush of tears pleaded: Wont you please back up? My darling child fell off the train.'
 The conductors rage fell away in an instant. Your child fell off the train!" he gasped. Good Lord! How old was he?"
 With one hand he was groping for the bell cord to give the signal, with the other he opened the door to look back along the track.
 He was two years old" Marjorie sobbed.
 "Oh, that's too bad" the conductor groaned. What did he look like?"
 He had a pink ribbon round his neck"
 "A pink ribben-oh, the poor little fellow the poor little fellow!"
 And long curly tail"
 The conductor swung round with yell: "A curly tail!-your son?"
 My dog!" Marjorie roared back at him.
  weakly as he shrieked: Your dog! You stopped this train for fool dog?"
 He wasn't a fool dog" Marjorie retorted, facing him down, he knows more than you do"
 The conductor threw up his hands: Well, don't you women beat" He studied Marjorie as if she were some Of Ind idea struck into his daze: Say, what kind of dog was it?-a measly little cheese-hound?
 He was noble, beautiful soul with wonderful eyes and adorable ears"
 The conductor was growing weak CT and weaker: Well, don't worry. 1 got him. He's in the baggage car
 Marjorie stared at him unbelieving- ly. The news seemed too gloriousiy beautiful to be true. He isn't dead Snoozleums is not dead!" she cried, he lives! He lives! You have saved him." And once more she flung her self upon the conductor. He tried to bat her off like gnat and Mallory came to his rescue by dragging her away and shovng her into a chair But she saw only the noble conductor: "Oh, you dear, good, kind angel. Get him at once"
 He stays in the baggage car," the conductor answered, firmly and as he supposed, finally.
 But Snoozleums doesn't like bag gage cars," Marjorie smiled. He won't ride in one"
 Hell ride in this one or I'll wiring his neck"
 You fiend in human fiesh!" Mar jorie shrank away from him in hor- TOT, and he found courage to seize the bell rope and yank it viciousIy with a sardonic: Please, may l start this train?"
 The whistle footed faintly. The bell began to hammer, the train to creak and writhe and click The conductor pulled his cap down hard and start ed forward. Marjorie seized his sleeve: "Oh, I implore you, don't con- sign that poor sweet child to the hor- rid baggage car. If you have human heart in your breast. hear my pray er."
 The conductor surrendered uncon- ditionally: "Oh, Lord, all right, all right. I'll lose my job, but if you'll keep quiet, I'll bring him to you" And he slunk out meekly, followed by the passengers, who were shaking their heads in wonderment at this most