The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1913-01-09
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little at that, and Marjorie felt that
he was already hers. She hammered
the weak spot in his armor:
Responsible! should say It IL.
Mr.. Mallory is a soldier. but soldiers
are such ferociou<, destructive PEG.
pie, while conductors save lives, and
If were only man think It
would be my greatest ambition to be
a conductor-especially on an over
land express"
The co:,suctc= told the t.>s.S when
he confessed: "Well. nevss heard
1t put juse Tat way" Then he spoke
with a little more pride, hoping to In
crease the impression he felt he was
making: The main thing, of course,
is to get my train through On Time!"
This was facer. He was going to
get his train through On Time just
to oblige Marjorie. She stammered:
Il don't suppose the train, by any
accident, would be delayed in leaving
Ogden?"
mot ii can help It," the hero
averred, to reassure her.
Il wish it would" Marjorie MUIR
INJURED.
The conductor looked at her in sur
prise: why, what's it to your" She
turned her eyes ON him at full candle
power. and smiled:
"Oh, l just wanted to do little
shopping there"
'Shopping! While the train waits!
Excuse mel"
You see," Marjorie fluttered, "by q
sad mistake, my baggage isn't on the
train. And haren't any-any-l
really need to buy seme-some things
very badly. It's awfally embarrassing
to be without them"
Il can imagine" the conductor
mumbled. why don't you and your
husband drop off and take the next
train?"
my husb-Mr. Mallory has to be
in San Francisco by tomorrow night.
He just has to-"
$50 have l."
But to oblige me? To save me
from distress-don't you think you
could?" Like a sweet little child she
twisted one of the brass buttons on
his coat sleeve. and wheedled: Don't
you think you mtgSt hold the train
just little tiny haI hour?"
He was sorry, but No didn't see how
he coula. Thea sire took his breath
away agnin, by asking, out OF clear
sky: Are you rsarried?"
He was as awkward as If she had
proposed to him. she answered for
him: "Oh, b.t OF course you are. The
women wouldn't tgs zig, handsome,
noble brave giaas like you escape
long" He moppei his brow in agony
as she went ON: s'I'm sure you're a
very chivalrous mSn. I'm sure you
would give your Me to rescue a
maiden in distress. Well, here's your
chance Won't YOU please hold the
train?"
She actually had hey cheek almost
against his shoulder, though she had
to poise atiptoe to reach him. NAL
lory's dismay was Changing to boil
ing rage, and the conductor was a
pitiable combination Of Saint Anthony
and Tantaius. I'D love to obl1ge
you," he mumhled. but it would be as
much as my Jobs worth"
"How much is that?" Marjorie
asked, and added reassuringly. III
you lost your Job I'm sure my father
would get you better one"
Maybe" said the conductor. but
l got this one"
Then his rolling eyes caught sight
of the supposed husband gesticulattng
wildly and evidently clearing for &C
ton. He warned Marjorie: Say, your
husband is motioning at you"
Don't mind him." Marjorie urged,
"tust listen to me. l implore you.
l." Seeing that he was still resist"
ing, she played her last card, and,
crying, "Oh, you can't resist my pray
ers so cruelty" she threw her arms
around his neck, sobbing, do you
| want to break my hearth"
Mallory rushed into the scene and
the conductor, tearing Marjories arms
loose, retreated, gasptng, mo! and
don't want your husband to break my
head"
Mallory dragged Marjorie away, but
| she shook her little fist at the onn'
ductor, crying: do you refuse? DC
YOU dare refuse?"
1--WE got to-" the conductor affect
| ~ insisted
Marjorie blazed with fury and the
! siren became Scylla. Then III see
that my father gets you discharged
If YOU dare to speak to me again, Ill
F., order my husband to throw you Oh
this train. Tc think Of being refused
a simple little favor by mere con
ductor! Of stupid old emigrant
train!! of all things!!!"
Then she hurled herself into chair
and pounded her heels on the floor
IN a tantrum that paralyzed Mallory
Even the conductor tapped him on the
| shoulder and said: You have my sym
pathy."
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