Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-10-18
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~ GONERNEUn NORRIS
illustrated by Dom }. LAWN.

Marcus Antonius Saterlee was a pa
tient man. on three occasions AN
ardent temperament and the heart of
4 dove as he himself had expressed
il, had corralled a wife within his
house. The first had been the love
of his childhood; the wooing of the
second had lasted but six weeks; that
of the third but three lie rejoiced
in the fact that he had been good
husband to three good women. He
lamented that all were dead. Now
and then he squirmed his bull head
around on his bull body, and glanced
across the aisle at the SNOWY woman
who was daintily picking a chicken
wing Each time he looked he NUT
tered:
"Flighty. Too slight. Stuck on
herself Pinhead," etc.
With his food Saterlee was not pa
tent. lie dispensed with mastca-
ton. Neither was he patient of other
peoples matrimonial ventures. And.
III particular, that contemplated and
threatened by his son and heir was
moving across three hundred miles
of inundated country as fast as a
train could carry him. His son had
written:
Dearest Dad-Ive found Dorothy
again. She's at Carcasonne. They
thought her lungs were bad but they
aren't. We're going to be married a
week from today-neXt Friday-at Q
a. IN. This marriage is going to take
place, Daddy dear. You can't pre-
vent 1t. | write this SOS to be on the
square. I'm inviting you to the we'd
ding I'll be hurt if you don't show
up. What if Dorothy's mother is an
actress and has been divorced twice?
You've been a marrying man your
self, Dad, Dorothy is all darling
from head to foot. But l love you,
too, Daddy, and if you can't see it
my way, why God bless and keep
you just the same. JIM"
/ can't deny that Marcus Antonius
Saterlee was touched by his sons
epistle. But he was not moved out of
reason.
THE girls mother" he said to him
self, lis a painted, divorced jade.
And he thought with pleasure of the
iaith, patience and rectitude of the
three gentle companions whom he
had successfully married and buried.
There was never any divorce in the
Saterlee blood" he had prided him
self. Man or woman we stick by
our choice till he or she turns up his
or her toes Nor till then do we think
of anybody else. But then we do,
because it is not good to live alone.
especially in a small community in
Southern California"
He glanced once more at the snowy
lady across the aisle. She had fin
ished her chicken wing, and was dip
ping her fingers in a tinger-bowl.
thus displaying to sparkling advant
age a number of handsome rings.
MY boys girls mother painted
actress" he muttered as he looked.
mot if I know it." And then he NUT
tered: You'd look like an actress
If you was painted"
Though the words cannot have been
distinguished, the sounds We're
audible.
sir" said the lady. stifly but
courteously
Nothing. ma am" muttered Mark
Anthony, much abashed I'm sur
prised to see SO much water in this
arid corner of the world, where I have
often suffered for want of it. l must
have been talking to myself to that
effect
The lady looked out of the window
mot hers but Saterlee's
1T does look she said. "as if the
waters had divorced themselves from
the bed of ocean. l suppose she
continued. 1--WE may attribute those
constant and tedious delays to which
we have been subjected all day to the
premature melting of snow in the
sastness of the Sierras?"
This phrase did not shock Saterlee. !
He was amazed by the power of
memory which it proved. For three
hours earlier he had read a close
of it in a copy of the
Tomb City Picayune which he had |
bought at that city.
The train ran slower and slower.
DO you think we shall ever get /
anywhere" queried the lady.
Not when we expect to. Ma am, /
said Saterlee.
The train gave jolt And then, /
very quietly, the dining car rolled |
over on its side down the embank- +
nent. There was a subdued smash /
ng of china and glass. A clergyman |
II one of the rear tables quietly re-
marked. "Washout," and Saterlee, |
who had not fogotten the days when /
&c had learned to fan from a buck |,
ng bronco. relaxed his great muscles /
md swore roundy and at great I
ength. The car came to rest at the I
bottom of the embankment less on
is side than on its top. For a mo- I
mentor SO 1t seemed-all was per-
'ectly quiet. Then Saterlee saw the I
snowy lady across the aisle descend |
ng upon him through the air
THANK you" she murmured, as
her impact drove most of the breath I
but Of Saterlee's bull body. How |
strong you are!'
When you are rested. ma am" I
said he. with extreme punctiliOusuess,
i think we may leave the car by
over the sides of the seats
)n this side
He preceded her over and over the
sides of the seats, opened the car
loor, and helped her to the ground. |
And then. his heart of a parent hav-
ng awakened to the sitaution, he for
got her and forsook her. He pulled
l timetable from his pocket and con-
suited a milepost 1t was forty miles
% Carcasonne-and only two to Grub
c1ty-a lovely city of the plain.
Grub City-hire buggy-drive to
Sarcasonne,' he muttered and he
moved forward with great strides.
'Where you want to git2" asked the
proprietor of the Great City cafe.
'Carcasonne.' said Saterlee. Not .
he junction-the resort"
Well said the proprietor there's I
lust one horse and just one trap in |
Grub city, and they amt for hire. |
We've no use for them" said the |
great man. So they're for sale. Now /
what do you think they'd be worth I
70 you?"
Fifty dollars" he said, as one ac-
to business.
II was then that a painting, female |
voice was raised behind him sixty /
1ollars'
His SNOWY acquaintance of the |
had followed him along !
he ties as fast as she could and was
ust come up!
II thought you two was a trust"
commented the proprietor's wife, who !
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