The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1913-01-23

mm Cnx< WAS passing through OF
den, and would he come down to the
train and marry me to . charming
lady. He always wanted to marry
Anne. l thought 1t would be burned
good Joke to let him marry her-to
me-"
"D-did he accept?" Mallory asked.
excitedly, lis he coming?"
HE is-he did-here's his tele-
gram" said Ira. He brings the II.
cense and the ring" He passed 1t
over, and as Mallory read 1t a look
of hope spread across his face. But
Ira was saying: Were going to have
the wedding obseQuies right here In
this car. You're all invited. win you
Gomez"
There was general yell Of accept
ance and Ashton began to sing,
There Was Waiting at the Church"
Then he led a sort Of Indian war
dance round the next victim Of the
matrimonial stake. At the end OF the
hullaballoo all the men charged their
glasses, and drained them with an up
roarious Howl"
Poor DR.. Temple had taken luXuri-
ous delight In the success Of his dis
guise and in the prospect Of watch.
ing some other clergyman working
while he rested. He joined the dance
as gaily, If not as gracefully, as any
of the rest, and in final triumph OF
recklessness, he tossed OF bumper
Of straight whisky.
Instantly his Howl" changed ia
"Wow!" and then his throat clamped
fast with a terrific spasm that flung
the tears from his eyes. He bent and
writhed in silent paroxysm till he
and water poured down his throat to
reopen passage.
The others thought he had merely
choked and made no comment other
than sympathy. They could not have
dreamed that the old physician" was
, as ignorant Of the taste as Of the
vigor OF pure spirits.
; After riot of handshaking and
good wishes, Ira was permitted to es-
cape with his life. Mallory followed
, him to the vestibule, when he caught
, him by the sleeve with an anxious:
Il "Excugo me-"
ii well. my boy"
! your mtnister-after you get
81 through with hia-may l use him 2
RI MAY you-what? why do you
y want sa:nister?'
: TIC ga& married"
z "Again7 Good Lord, are ycn Nor
mont"
Il me Mormon!"
Q Then what do you want with ar
= extra WNe? It's against tho law
s even in 1,*ah."
q "You da&'t understand"
my boy, cue of us Is disgracefAll,
drunk"
g We'll, Ina not" said Mallory, ant
a then after & aerce inner debate, h
r decided to tall3 Lathrop into his cen
l. so long a dupi1city, but at last tina,
4! were out:
r MIR. Lathrop, I'm not really mns
ried to my wife,"
q you young sc<undrel!"
d But his fury changed to pity wno1
T. he heard the history of Mallory's III
=. fated efforts, and he promised no
!. only to lend Mallory his minister n
v secondhand, but also to Keep tn
whole affair q secret. for Mallory q
v planned his Intention Of having Ri
a own ceremony In the baggage-car, .
d somewhere out of sight OF the oths
- passengers.
n Mallory's face was now aglow a
D. the cold embers Of hope leaped Int
It sudden blaze. He wrung Lathrop'
n hand, saying: Lord love you, you'v
,r saved my life-wife--both,"
IA Then he turned And ran to Ma
"a jcrle with the good news. He ha
Ia quite forgotten their epoch-makin
separation. And she was SO glad t
see him smiling at her again that sh
!. forgot It, too. He came tearing int
r. the observation room and took her b
the shoulders, whispering: "Oh, Ma
in jorie, Marjorie. I've got him! I've e
N himf"
e. NC I've got him." she said, sw1ni
Ia ing Snoozleums into view.
Mallory swung him back out OF tn
m way: II don't mean poodle, mea
parSOn. i've got parSOn.
"a mo! can't believe 1t! Where
nv he?" She began to dance with d
light, but she stopped when he e
y. planned:
"a well, l haven't got him yet, b.
~ I'm going to get one"
"What-again?" she groaned, weal
v. of this old bunco game OF hope.
40 ITS real live enc this time
Mallory insisted. Mr. Lathrop hs
"a. ordered a minister and he's going
lend him to me as soon as he
H. through with hin, and We'll be ma
Of ried on this train"
:. (TO BE CONT1NUEF.)
-, Achievements In Art.
Brian G. Hughes, whose practic