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RUPERT flUOHES
MMLIZED IPOM T/iE
GOMEDY OF TUE SAME
AAME. T T T '
1UUST?ATED ERQM.
PrtOTOG?APHS OF
, THE PLAY AS P?OIWCED
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"Mallory cast one miserable glance
down the aisle at Dr. temple coming
back from the smoking room. As the
aid man paused to stars at the bridal
berth, whose preparation he had not
aeon, ha was just enough befuddled
by has first cigar for thirty years to
look a trifle tipsy. The motion of the
train and the rakish tilt of hla un?
wonted crimson tie ton firmed the
anspielen and annihilated Mallory's
new-born hope, that pert ape repentant
fata had dropped a person at their
Tory feet
Ha sank Into the teat opposite
?eexjorle, who gare him one terrified
fiance* and burst Into fresh sobs:
"Oh?oh?boo-boo?I'm so unhap?
Perhaps Mrs. Temple was a little
miffed at the couple that had lad her
aJPtray and opened her own honey
gaoon with a wanton ?b. in any case,
the beat consolation she could offer
Marjorte waa a perfunctory pat, and a
eynlciam:
?There, there, dear! Ton don't
know what real nnhappineaa la yet
Walt fill you're been married a
watte."
And than aha noted a startling lack
of completeness tn the bride's hand.
"Why?say dear!?-where'e your
wedding rtngr
With -what he considered great
presence of mind, Mallory explained:
It?It slipped off?I?I picked It up,
X have ft here.** And be took the
little gold baud from his waistcoat
tad tried to jam It on Marjorie s right
thumb.
"Not on the thumb!" Mrs. Tampla
cried. "Don't you know?"
"Ton see. It's my first mairiage."
"Ton poor boy?this finger!" And
lira. Tampla, raising Ifarjorte'a limp
nand, selected the proper digit, and
held It forward, while Mallory pressed
the fatal circlet home.
And then Mrs. Temple, baring com?
pleted their installation aa man and
Wife, utterly confounded their con
fusion by bar llnal effort at comfort:
"Wall, my dears. 1*11 go back to my
goat, and leavo you alone with your
dear husband."
"My dear whutr* Marjorie mumbled
Inanely, and began to sniffle again.
Whereupon Mr*. Temple reelgnod ber
to Mallory, and consigned ber to fate
with a consoling platitude:
"Cheer up. my dear, you'll be aU
right in the mor-tn*."
Marjorie and Mallory'a eye? met In
one Wild Clean, end then both itared
tu to the window, and did not notice
tAat the shades were down.
t^frZ> CHAPTER XI. 1
A Chance Encounter.
While Mrs. Temple was confiding to
her husband that the agitated couple
In the next seat bad lust come from
a wedding-factory, and had got on
while be w.iF k t, la I I I era land, the
people in the tatl OS tin* other side
Of them went engaged in a little
drama of their own.
Ira Lathrop. known to all who knew
him as a woman-hating snapplng-tur
tle, was so busily engsged trying to
drag the farthest luvading rice grains
out of the bark of hla neck, that he
was late in realizing his whereabouts.
When he raised his head, he found
that he had crowded Into a Beat with
an uncomfortable looking woman, who
crowded against the window with old
maidenly timidity.
Ho felt some apology to be neces?
sary, and he snarled: "Disgusting
things, these weddings!" After he
heard this, It did not sound entirely
felicitous, so he grudgingly ventured:
"Excuse me?you married?"
She denied the soft Impeachment
so heartily that he eoftened a little:
"You're a sentdble woman. 1 guess
yon and I are the only sensible peo?
ple on this train."
"It?seems?so," she giggled. It
was the first time her splnetershlp
had been taken aa material for a com?
pliment Something In the girlish
giggle end the strangely young smile
that swept, twenty years from her
face and belled the sliver lines In
her hair, seemed to catch the old
Bachelor's attention. He stared at her
so florooly that she looked about for
ft way to escape. Then a curiously
anxious, almost a hungry, look soft?
ened his leonine Jowls into a boyish
eagerness, and his growl became a
sort of gruff purr:
"Say, you look something like an
old iwe?thearl?er?TrVencT-^T TElnS.
Were you ever In Brattleboro, VtT'
A flush warmed her cheek, and a
sense of home wanned her prim
speech, as she confessed:
"1 came from there originally."
"So did I," said Ira Lathrop, lean?
ing closer, and beaming like a big
eun: "I dort suppose you remember
Ira Lathrop?"
The old maid stared at the bachelor
as if she were trying to see the boy
she had known, through the mask that
time had modeled on his face. And
then she waa a girl again, and her
voice chimed as she cried:
"Why, Ira!?Mr. Lathrop!?is It
you?"
She gave him her hand?both her
hands, and he smothered them in one
big paw and laid the other on for
extra warmth, as he nodded his sav?
age head and roared as gentle as a
sucking dove:
"Well, well! Annie?Anno?Miss
Oattle! What do you think of that?"
They gossiped across the chasm of
of years about people and things, ana
knew nothing of the excitement bo
close to them, saw nothing of Chicago
?lipping back Into the distance, with
Its many lights shooting across the
windows like hurled torches.
Suddenly a twinge of ancient jeal?
ousy shot through the man's heart,
recurring to old emotions.
"So you're not married, Annie.
Whatever became of that fellow who
used to hang round you all the
timer*'" - - ?
"Charlie Selby?" She blushed at the
name, and thrilled at the luxury q|
meeting Jealousy. "Oh, he entered
the church. He's a minister out in
Ogden, Utah."
"I alwayu knew he'd never amount
to much," was Lathrop's epitaph on
his old rival. Then he started with
a new twinge: "You bound for Ogden,
too?"
"Oh, no," she smiled, enraptured
THE WEDDING RING 18 FOUND.
"QUICK?HIDE HIM?HURRY!" SH E GASPED
at the new sensation of making a man
anxious, and understanding all In a
flash the motives that make coquettes.
Then she told him her destination.
"I'm on my way to China."
"China!" he exclaimed. "So'm I!"
She stared at him with a new
thought, and gushed: "Oh, Ira?are
you a missionary, too?"
"Missionary? Hell, no!" he roared.
"Excuse me?I'm an importer?Anne,
I?I?"
But the sonorous swear reverberat?
ed in their ears like a smitten bell,
and he blushed for it, but could not
recall it
CHAPTER XII.
The Needle In the Haystack.
The almost-married couple sat long
In mutual terror and a common par?
alysis of ingenuity. Marjorle, for lac!:
of anything better to do, was absent
mindedly twisting Snoozleum's ears,
while he, that pocket abridgment of a
dog, in a well meaning effort to di?
vert her from her evident grief, made
a great pretense of ferocity, growling
and threatening to bite her fingers
off. The new ring attracted his spe?
cial jealousy. He was growing dis?
couraged at the ill-success of tils Tin
personation of t wolf, and dejected
at being so crassly ignored, when he
suddenly became, in his turn, a center
of interest.
Marjorie was nwakened from her
trance of inanition by the porter's
voice. His plantation voice was or?
dinarily as thick and sweet as his own
New Orleans sorghum, but now it had
a bitterness that curdled the blood *
" 'Scuse me, but how did you-all git
that theah dog in t is heah can?"
"Snoozleums is always with me,"
said Marjorle briskly, as if that set?
tled it and turned for confirmation
to the dog himself, "aren't you,
Snoozleums?"
"Well," the porter drawled, trying
to be gracious with his great power,
"tbe rules don't 'low no live stock in
the Bleepln* cars, 'ceptln' humans."
Marjorle rewarded nls condescen?
sion. tkJ-? a pjuut:. "Snoozleums is
more human than you are." v 1
"I p'sume he is," the porter ad?
mitted, "but he cau't make up berths.
Anyway, the rules 3ays dogs goes
with the baggage."
Marjorie swept rules aside with a
defiant: "I don't care. I won't ho
separated from my Snoozleums."
She looked to Mallory for support,
but he wai too sorel; tiuubled with
greater anxieties to be capable of any
action.
The porter tried persuasion: "You
betta lemme tako him, the conducta
Is vvuss'n what 1 am. He th'oWOd a
couple of dogs out the window trip
befo' Hst."
"The brute!"
"Oh, yassum, he Is a regulah brute.
He Just loves to hear 'm splosh when
they light."
Noting the shiver that shook the
girl, the porter offered a bit of con?
solation:
"Better lenune have the pore little
thing up in the baggage cah. He'll be
in charge of a lovely baggage-smash?
er."
"Are you sure he's a nice man?"
"Oh, yassum, he's death on trunks,
but he's a natural bom angel to
dogs."
Well, if I must, I must," sho
sobbed. "Poor little Snoozleums! Can
he come back and see me tomorrow?"
Marjorte's tears were splashing on
the puzzled dog, who nestled close,
with a foreboding of disaster.
"I reckon p'haps you'd better visit
him."
"Poor dear little Snoozleums?good
night, my littlo darling. Poor little
Child?U'l the first night he's slew,
ull by his 'ittle lonesome, and?"
The porter was growing desperate,
lie clapped bis hands together im?
patiently and urged: i think 1 hear
thai conducta cumin'."
The nils succeeded. Marjorle fair?
ly forced the dog ou hint, "Quick
hide him?hurry!" she gasped, and
sank on the seat completely crushed.
"I'll be so lonesome without Bnoozle
ums."
Mallory felt called upon to remind
her ol I?1h presence. "1?I'm here,
Marjorie." Sho looked at htm Just
once -at him, the source of all her
troubles?buried her bead In ber
arms, and relumed her grief. Mallory I
stared at her helplessly, then roso
and bent over to whisper:
"I'm going to look through the
train."
"Oh, don't leave me," she pleaded,
clinging to him with a dependence ?
that restored his respect.
"I must find a clergyman," he whls- 1
pered. "I'll be back the minute I find
one, and I'll bring him with me."
The porter thought he wanted the
dog back, and quickened his pace till
he reached the corridor, where Mal?
lory overtook him and asked, in an
effort at casual indifference, if he had
seen anything of a clergyman on
board.
"Ain't seen nothin' that even looks
like one," said the porter. Then he
hastened ahead to the baggage car
with the squirming Snoozleums, while
Mallory followed slowly, going from
seat to seat and car to car, subjecting
all the male? to an inspection that
rendered some of them indignant,
others of them uneasy.
If dear old Doctor Temple could
only have known what Mallory was
hunting, he would have snatched off
the mask, and thrown aside the secu?
lar scarlet tie at all costs. But poor
Mallory, unable to recognize a clergy?
man so dyed-in-the-wool as Doctor
Temple, sitting In the very next seat
?hovjr could he be expected to pick
out another in the long and crowded
train?
All clergymen look alike when they
are in convention assembled, but
sprinkled- through a crowd they are
not so easily distinguished.
In the sleeping car bound for Port?
land, Mallory picked one man as a
clergyman. He had a lean, ascetic
face, solemn eyea, and he was talking
to his seat-mate in an oratorical man?
ner. Mallory bent down and tapped
the man's shoulder.
"The effect was surprising. The man
jumped as if he were stabbed, and
turned a pale, frightened face on Mal?
lory, who murmured:
"Excuse me, do you happen to be a
clergyman?"
A look of relief stole over the man's
features, followed closely by a scowl
of "wounded vanity:
"No, damn you, I don't happen to
be a parson. I have chosen to bo?
well, if you had watched the bill?
boards In Chicago during our run, yon
would not need to aek who I am!" I
Mallory mumbled an apology and
jburrled on, just overhearing his vic?
tim's sighf
"Such is fame!"
He saw two or three other clerical
persons in that car, but feared to
touch their shoulders. One man in
the last seat held him specially, and !
he hid in the turn of the corridor, in :
the hope of eavesdropping some clue.
This man was bent and scholastic cf
appearance, and wore heavy spec?
tacles and a heavy beard, which Mal?
lory took for a guaranty that he was
not another actor. And he was read
ing what appeared to be printer's
proofs. Mallory felt certain that they
wars a volume of sermons. He lin- 1
gered timorously in the environs for ;
some timo before the man spoke at
all to the dreary-looking woman at
his side. Then the stranger spoke. I
And this is what ho said and read: |
"I fancy this will make the bigots
sit up and take notice, mother: "If
there ever was a person named Moses,
It is certain, from the writings as
cribsd to him, that he disbelieved the
Egyptian theory of a life after death, i
and combated it as a heathenish su- j
perstltion. The Judaic idea of a fu- ;
ture existence was undoubtedly ao- j
quired from the Assyrians, during tho
captivity.'"
He doubtless read much more, but ,
Mallory fled to the next car. There
he found a man in a frock coat talk?
ing solemnly to another of equal i
solemnity. The seat next them wasj
unoccupied, and Mallory dropped into '
it. perking his ears back word for
news
"Was y,,u over In MoUno?" on*)
voice asked, !
' Was l? tho other muttered. ,
"V 8 in't 1 run out of there by one oi' I
my audiences, I was glviu' hypnotic:
demonstrations, and 1 bad a run-in
with one of my 'horses,1 and he done
no dirt. Right in the midst of one
of Iiis cataleptic trances, be got down
from the chairs where 1 bad stretched
him out and hollered: 'He's a buru
faker, gents, and owes me two weeks*
pay.' Thank Gawd, there was a back
door oponln' on a dark alloy leadin'
to the switch yard. I caught a a\r
boose just as a freight train was pull
in* out."
Mallory could hardly get strength
to iise and continue his search. On
his way forward he met tho conductor,
crossing a vestibule between cars. A
happy thought occurred to Mallory.
Ho said:
"Excuse me, but have you any
preachers on board?"
"None bo far"
"Are you sure?"
"Pesitlve." 1
"How can you tell?"
"Well, If l grown man offers me a
half-fare ti.ket, I guess that's a pret?
ty good sign, ain't It?"
Mallory guessed that It was, and
turned back, hopeloss and helpless.
CHAPTER XIII.
Hostilities Begin.
During Mallory's absence, Marjorie
had met with a little adventure of
her own. Ira Lathrop finished his re
encounter with Anne Gattle shortly
after Mallory set out stalking clergy?
men. In the mingled confusion of
finding his one romantic flame still
glowing on a vestal altar, and of
shocking her with an escape of pro?
fanity, he backed away from her pres?
ence, and sank into his own berth.
He realized that he was not alone.
Somebody was alongside. He turned
to find the great tear-spent eyes of
Marjorie staring at him. He rose
with a recrudescence of his woman
hating wrath, and dashing up the
aisle, found the porter just returning
from the baggage car. He seized the
black factotum and growled:
"Say porter, there's a woman In
my berth."
The porter chuckled. Incredulous:
"Woman in yo' berth"!"
"Yes?get her out."
"Yassah," the porter nodded, and
advanced on Marjorie with a gentle,
" 'Scuse me, missus?yo' berth is num
ba one."
"I don't care," snapped Marjorle.
"I won't take It."
"But this un belongs to that gentle?
man."
"He can have mine?ours?Mr. Mal?
lory's," cried Marjorle, pointing to
the white-ribboned tent in the farther
end of the car. Then she gripped the
arms of the seat, as If defying evic?
tion. The porter stared at her In
helpless chagrin. Then he shuffled
back and murmured: "I reckon you'd
betta put her out."
Lathrop withered the coward with
one contemptuous look, and strode
down the aisle with a determined
grlmness. Ho took his ticket from
his pocket as a clinching proof of his
title, and thrust it out at Marjorle.
She gave it one indifferent glance, and
then her eyes and mouth puckered, as
if she had munched a green persim?
mon, and a long low wail like a dis?
tant engine-whistle, stole from her
lips. Ira Lathrop stared at her in
blank wrath, doddered irresolutely,
and roared:
"Agh, let her have It!"
The porter smiled triumphantly, and
said: "She says you kin have her
berth." He pointed at the bridal ar?
bor. Lathrop almost exploded at the
idea.
Now he felt a hand on his shoulder,
and turned to see Little Jimmle Well?
ington emerging from bis berth with
an enormous smile:
"Say, Pop, have you aeeE lovely
rice-trap? Stick around till she flops."
But Lathrop flung away to the
smoking room. Little Jimmle turned j
to the jovial negro:
"Porter, porter."
"I'm right by you."
"What time d'you say we get to '
Reno?"
"Mawnln' of the fo't-h. day, sali."
"Well, call me Just before we roU
In."
And he rolled in. His last words I
floated down the aisle and met Mrs. '
Little Jimmle Wellington Just return?
ing from the Women's Room, where
she had sought nepenthe In more than
one of her exquisite little cigars. The
familiar voice, familiarly bibulous,
smote her ear with amazement. She
beckoned the porter to her anxiously.
"Porter! Porter! Do you know
the name of the man who Just hur?
ried in?'"
"No'm," said the porter. "I reckon
he's so broken up he aint got any
name left."
"It couldn't be," Mrs. Jimmle mused.
'Things can be sometimes," said
the porter.
"You may make up my berth now,"
said Mra Wellington, forgetting that
Anne Qattle was still there. Mrs.
Wellington hastened to apologize, and
begged her to stay, but the spin?ter
wanted to be far away from the dis?
turbing atmosphere of divorce. She
was dreaming already with her eyes
open, and she sank into number six
In a lotus-eater's reverie.
Mrs. Wellington gathered certain
things together and took up her hand?
bag, to return to the Women's Room,
Just as Mrs. Whltcomb came forth
from the curtains of her own berth,
where she had made certain prelim?
inaries to disrobing, and put on a
light, decidedly negligee negligee.
The two women collided in tho
aisle, whirled on one another, as wom?
en do when they jostle, recognised
each other with wild stares of amaze?
ment, set their tatth, and made a
ous <msu aiong uie cuiikiot,
r wrestling with shoulder
i y reached the door marked
'Woniajn" at the same instant, and as
n Ither would have dreamed ot otTer
i g the other a courtesy, they
squc zed through together in a Kllr
ltonny jumble.
(TO BE CON1 IXUKD1
p?sii
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m< n
rd
Daily Thought.
Never to tire, never tv) grow cold, to
be patient, sympathetic, lender; 10
ook for the budding flower and the
>:>ening heart, ?o hope always; like
jod, to love always?this is duty.?
4.miel.
FIRM BALLOT TUDAk* INDICAT?
ED RfcSLLT.
Clark Force? Break Up, Illinois Vir?
ginia ami West Virginia doing fco
Wilson?I*rogrvM?ive (ioveruor of
Xew Jersey Win? Witbont Xew
York'*- Votes.
Baltimore, July I.?When the- con?
vention convened the Wilson leaders
claimed poettlvely that, sa the result
of the morning canvass they now have
sufficient pledges to bring the Wilson
vote up to six hundred. They now
claim Illinois and Uassachosetts. The
Wilson men claim that the action of
the antl-Bryanites \n endeavoring to
effect a coalition of the Clark and
Underwood forces bad the effect of
swinging many heretofore non-com
mital delegates to Wilson.
The convention was called to order
at 12.01 t'nis afternoon. Chairman
James issuing orders for the police to
dear thy aisles. Immediately after
the Invocation the call for the forty
third ballot wna made. The predict?
ed break in the Illinois delegation
came in this ballot. Great hurrah
came when that state was called and
Sullivan announced. "Clark 12, Wilson
40, and under the unit rule the com?
plete vote of the state, OS, must be
cast for Wilson." New Jersey dele
pates led a tumultous cheer und the
convention broke into a thunder of
rejoicing.
j Connecticut broke part of Its dele?
gation, giving Wilson five, a gain of
two. Michigan caught the contagion,
canting only two for Clark and 28 for
Wilson, a gain of eight for Wilson.
On forty-third ballot New York
j failed to shift, Murphy deciding in
caucus that it would be useless to
1 shift from Clark to Underwood at
this juncture.
At 12.42 Virginia broke, casting
solid 24 votes for Wilson, giving him
a majority for the lirst time.
Three minuses later West Virginia
broke, throwing sixteen to Wilson.
! When Virginia's twenty-four went
for Wilson there was the wildest sort
of cheering by Wilson men. who
seemed to enjoy the realization that
Thomas F. Ryan, who was denounced
by Bryan, was one of the delegates
whose halt vote was cast for Wilson.
There was no choice on the forty
third ballot but the feeling even
among the ultra-Clark men was that
only the most sensational turn of af?
fairs could prevent Wilson's nomina?
tion wtihin the next few ballots.
Baltimore, July 2.?The deadlock?
ed Democratic convention resumed
its eeastone at noon. The only change
from yesterday is the growth in the
belief that Wilson has attained the
height of his strength and that UlM
Clark he wll now hit the backward
trail. Underwood's followers jefuse
to desert him and stili hold the bal
ar.ee of power. The Wilson leaders
continue to claim, however, that if
Underwood's supporters break away
from him Wilson will reap the bene?
fit.
Wilson Develops Strength.
Baltimore, July 2.?In the forty
third ballot Wilson showed more
strength than his opponents antici?
pated. Wilson receiving 602, Clark
327, Underwood 92 1-2. Harmon 2S,
Kern 1, POM 1, Bryan 1.
Wilson Makes Rig Gala.
Baltimore, July 2.?On the forty
fourth ballot Indiana goes solid for
Wilson. The rock-ribbed conservative
delegation from Colorado broke on
this ballot and nine votes went to
Wilson.
There was no choice on this bal?
lot?Wilson received Clark S0<;
Underwood It, Harmon 27, Foss 27.
Wisconsin and Utah go solid fo ? Wil?
son.
At the Close Of thi> ballot the Wil?
son leaders found thai Wilson need?
ed only 97 more votes to win the nom?
ination and they began ? lively skirm?
ish to obtain the necessary 'votes and
make the nomination possible on the
next few ballots.
Gained a Pew More.
Baltimore, July 2.?On the forty
fifth ba?ot there was no choice, Wil?
son received 83$, ?Mark SOS, Under?
wood n7. Harmon 23, Posa 27.
Underwood Withdraw-. WllttM Nom?
inated.
Baltimore, July 22. On the forty
sixth ballot Underwood withdrew and
Wilson was nominated.
Carious Lore.
It has been remarked as a curious
eircumstanoi thai Bonaparte and Wo*
llngtou were born In the same year,
and thi t [1 irns and l'<??:g the Scotch
pott, were bo h born on Jan. II; hut
It is more rem ' i>v that the two
greatest dramatic . of modern Ba?
re e, Suakcsr* re and Ccrvaatas, both
dif(i on the same 'lay in tho same
year. April 23, 1616. It is further re
markable that SI nkeapears, like the
great Raphael and Boblsskl, died on
the anniversary ol his birth.?From
FcnDell's Shakespeare Repository,
1858.

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