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^ COMEDY OF TUE SAME
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THE PLAY AS P?ODUCED
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Tho porm I to ry on Wheel*
Of til mm she :klng tnstitutlotts tn
Isamaa history, the sleeping cor It ths
?lost shocking?or would he, fcf we
Hfi not so used to It. There can be
mo doubt that we are the most noral
sntitfoti on earth, for we admit It our
?err es. Perhaps wn prors It, to), by
tie) Arcadian proaporlty of those two
story hotels on w a eels, where mts>
?oaisaooous travelers dwell In com?
plete promiscuity, and sleep almost
setae by side, la siartmants. or oom
eurtmesjta? separatsd only by a plank
at t curtain, and guarded only by
an? slesiy neajro
After the fashion of the famous
ejcuntry whoso Inhabitants earned a
*? anger tsjatioauii by taking In each
sjtbeTs washing. sc> tn nisontng Oar*
jataia wo attain ? meager reujocta
%fHCF by everybcdye chapertxdng
to tc?xjp*torvlcd. Indeed, are our
gsrerfctia, oasoe wo am aboard a train,
that the stateroamt' eiono are rugaruV
ed wtth Buaplcloo; wo question tho
lauotfiea of those who must have a
vooen to thexnselveo: ?a room wtth a
real door! that locks] !
And, now* ocj this Bleeping car. pret?
tily named "SWwd rop," scenos wore
saoe*1ng that woohl hr.ro thrown otr
sjreut-e^admothors Into fits?ecensa
which. If wo found thorn In France, or \
Jhpan, wo should stow with alarm ae .
almost unmenticTnablo evidence of too'
moral obliquity of those nations.
But this was our own country*?tno
part of It which admits that It It tho
heut part?the moraleot part, tho
staunch msddfe west. This wat lllv
nola. Tot dosons of care were N hold?
ing similar Immodesties In chiatost
Illinois, and all over tho Drap, thou-'
sands of people. In hundreds of cars,
were permitting total strangers to
vlow preparations which have always,
hitherto, boon reserved for tho moat
intimate and legalised relation*
Tho porter was deftly trans fa>-m log
tho day-coach Into a narrow lazo en
Itraty surrounded by draperies. Behind
?met of the pcvtleree. fluttering tn the
lightest breeso, and perilously follow,
tag tho hasty passer-by, homey of*'
Bode were being enacted. The popu?
lation of this little town was going to
bod. The porter was putting thorn to
sleep as If they were children In a
aojeery. end he a black mammy.
? The frail vails of little sanctums
ware bulging with tho bodies ol poo*
pie disrobing in the aisle, with noth?
ing between thorn and the beholder's
ore but a clinging curtain that ex?
plained whet It did not reveal. From
apertures hero and there disembodied
feet wore protruding and mysterious
hands were removing shoee and other 1
p Women in risky attire were scoot?
ing to one end of the car, and men in
shirt sleeves, or loss, were hastening
to the other -?*.?**??. v
t>Wben Mallory returned to the'
''Snowdrop,'* hie ear waa gros tod by
tho thud of dropping shoes. Ho found
Marjorle being rapidly immured, liks
^0*'*? prisoner, In a jail of closing'
wslls. ^*ria*.He^-*??-? mmm^mmmm J
?he was unspeakably ill at ease,
and by the Irony of custom, tho one
person on whom aha depended for pro
taction waa the one person whose
contiguity waa most alarming?and
all for lack of a brief trlalogue, with
a clergyman, ae tho tertlutn Quid.
When Mallory a careworn face ap?
peared round tho edge of tho partition
now erected between her and tue
abode of Dr ant Mrs. Temple, Mar
Jorle shivered anew, and asked with
"IHd you find a minister?**
Perhaps the Recording Angel over?
looked Mallory'e answer: "Not e
When he dropped at MarjoriWe side
she edged away from him, pioadtng:
"Oh. what shall we do7"
He answer* d dismally and inef?
fectively: Well hove to go on pro?
tending to bo?lust friends."
"Hut everybody thinks we're mar
That's so!" be admitted, with the
Imbecility of fatigued hope They sat
a while listening to the porter slip*
ping sheets Into place and thumping
pillows Into cases, a few doors down
ths street. He would be randy for
them st sny moment. .-Hornethln|; must
bo done, but vfcatl what?
A Prematura Divorce.
Suddenly Marjories heart save s
leap of Joy. tihe was having anothei
idea. "I'll tell you. Harry. We II pre?
tend to qusrrel and then?"
"And then you can leave me In htgr
The ruse struck him as a trifle tin
convincing. "Don't you think 1) lookt
kind of Improbable on?on?sich ai
Msrjoiie bluahed, and lowerod het
eyee and her voice: "Can yoj sug
greet anything betterr*
"Then, well have to quarrel, dart
Ha yielded for lack of a better
Idea: "XU right, beloved. How shall
On close approach, the Idea did
teem rather Impossible to bar. "How
oouM I ever quarrel with you, my
love?" aba cooed.
Ha gated at bar with a rush of
lovely tenderness: "And how could 1
ever speak croeely to your
"We never aball bava a harsh word,
?ball war aba resolved.
"Never!" he seconded. Bo that
resolution passed the house unani
They held hands In luxury a while,
then she began again: "Still, we must
pretend. Ton atarflt, love."
"No, you start It," be pleaded,
"You ought to," she beamed, "You
got me Into this mess."
The word slipped out Mallorj
started: "Mess! How is It my fault?
Good Lord, are you going to begin
chucking It up?"
"Well, you must admit, darling."
Marjorie urged, "that you've bungled
everything pretty badly."
It wan so undeniable that he could
only groan: "And I suppose I'll bear
of this till my dying day, dearest"
Marjorie bad a little tamper ail her
own. So she defended It: "If you are
so afraid of my temper, love, perhaps
you'd better call it all off before it's
"1 didn't say anything about your
temper, sweetheart." Mallory insisted.
"You did, too, honey. You said I'd
chuck this up till your dying day. As
If I had such a disposition! You can
stay here." She rose to her feet. He
pressed bar back with a decisive mo?
tion, and demanded: "Where are you
"Up in the baggage car with
Snoozleums," she sniffled. "He's the
only one that doesn't find fault with
Mallory was stung to action by this [
crisis: "Walt," be said. He leaned
out and motioned down the alley.
"Porter! Walt a moment, darling.
The porter arrived with a half-fold- ,
ed blanket In his hands, and bis usual
Beckoning him closer, Mallory mum?
bled In a low tone: "Is there an ex*
tra berth on this car?" I
The porter's eyes seemed to re?
buke his ears. "Does you want this ,
upper made up?"
"No?of oourse not"
"Ex?excuse me. I thought?"
"Don't you dare to think!" Mallory !
thundered. "Isn't there another low?
The porter breathed hard, and gave*' I
this bridal couple up as a riddle that
followed no known rules. He went to
find the sleeping car conductor, and 1
returned with the information that
the diagram showed nobody assigned
to number three. j
'Then I'll take number three," said ,
Mallory, poking money at the porter.
ftHl the porter oould not under?
"Now, lemme onderstan' you-aJl,"
he stammered. "Doea you both move
over to numba three, or doea yo'?yo' I
lady remain heah, while jest you pre
"Just I preanibulate, you black
hound!" Mallory answered, in a '
threatening tone. The porter could \
understand that, at least, and he
bristled away with a meek: "Yessah.
Numba three Is yours, sah."
The ?.roubled features of the baf?
fled poiter cleared up as by magic
toben he arrived at number three, lor
fhere he found his tyrant and tor?
mentor, the English Invader.
He remembered how indignantly
Mr. Wedgewood had refused to show
his ticket, how cocksure he was of
his number, how he had leased the
porter's services as a sort of private
nurse, and had paid no advance roy?
And now he was sprawled and snor?
ing majestically among bis many lug?
gages, like a sleeping lion. Revenge
tasted gaud to the humblo porter; it
tasted like a candied yam smothered
In 'possum gravy. He smacked his
thick lips OJVar this revenue. With
all the Inaolanca Of a servant In brief
authority, he gloated over his prey,
and prodded bun awake. Then mur?
mured with hypocritical deference:
"Ex< use me, but could 1 see yo' ticket
for yo' seat?"
"Certainly not! it's too much
trouble." grumbled the half asloeper.
The potter hired him on: "Is you
sJstt' you got one?*1
Wed go Weed wan wide awake DOW*
and surly as any Kngllshman In-fore
brenktast: "Of cawso I'm shaw. How
"Too bad. but I'm bleeped to MM
you to ginnno a peek tit it."
?This Is an outrage!"
"Yassah, but 1 Just narhelly got to
Wcdgcwooi gathered hlmsotf to
getner, and ransacked his many pock?
ets with increasing anger, muttering
under his breath. At length he pro?
duced the ticket, and thrust it at the
porter: "Thah, you idiot, are you con
| vlnced now?"
The porter gazed at the billet with
: Ill-concealed triumph. "Yassah. I s
convinced," Mr. Wedgewood settled
; back and closed his eyes. "I's con
, vlnced that you is in the wrong
"Impossible! 1 won't believe you!"
the Englishman raged, getting to his
feet in a fury.
1 "Perhaps you'll believe Mista Tick?
et," the porter chortled. "He says
numba ten, and that's ten across the
way and down the road a piece,"
"This is outrageous! I decline to
"You may decline, hut you move
Just the same," the porter said, reach?
ing out for his various bags and car?
ryalls. "The train moves and you
move with it,"
Wedgewood stood fast: "You had
no right to put me in here in the
The porter disdained to refute this
slander. He stumbled down the aisle
with the bundles. "It's too bad, it's
autt'nly too bad, but you sholy must
Wedgewood followed, gesticulating
"Here?wait?how dare you! And
that berth Is made up. 1 don't want
to go to bed now!"
"Mista Ticket says, 'Go to bald!'"
"Of all the disgusting countries!
Heah, don't put that thah?heah."
The porter flung his load anywhere,
and absolved himself with a curt, "I's
got otha passengers to wait on now."
"I shall certainly report you to the
company," the Englishman fumed.
"Yassah, I p'sume so."
"Have I got to go to bed now? Real
ly, I?" but the porter was gone, ana
the irate foreigner crawled under his
curtp.ins, muttering, "I shall write a
letter to the London Times about
To add to bis misery, Mrs. Wbit
comb came from the Women's Room,
and as she passed him, she prodded
bim with one sharp elbow and twisted
the corner of her heel into his little
toe. He thrust bis head out with his
fiercest, "How dare you!" But Mrs.
Whitcomb was fresh from a pro?
longed encounter with Mrs. Welling?
ton, and she flung back a venomous
glare that sent the Englishman to
The porter reveled in his victory till
be had to dash out to the vestibule
to give vent to hilarious yelps of
laughter. When he had regained com?
posure, he came back to Mallory, ana
bent over him to say:
"Yo' berth ia empty, bah. Shall 1
make it up?"
Mallory nodded, and turned to Mar- !
Jorie, with a sad, "Good night, darl?
The porter rolled his eyes again,
and turned away, only to be recalled i
by Marjorie's voice: "Porter, take
this old handbag out of here." ?
The porter thought oi the van?
quished Lathrop, exiled to the smok?
ing room, and he answered: 'That be?
longs to the gemman what owns this
"Put It in number one." Marjorle
commanded, with a queenly gesture.
The porter obeyed meekly, wonder- 1
ing what would happen next. He had
no sooner deposited Lathrop's valise
among the incongruous white ribbons,
than Marjorie recalled him to say:
"And, porter, you may bring me my
. "Yo what?missus?"
"Our handbags, idiot," Mallory ex?
plained, peevishly. I
"I ain't seen ho handbags of you
alls," the porter protested. "You-all
didn't have no handbags when you got
on this can."
Mallory jumped as If he had been
BhoL "Good Lord, I remember! We
leit 'em in the taxicab!" i
The porter cast his hands up, and
walked away from the tragedy. Mar?
jorie stared at Mallory in horror.
"We had so little time to catch the
train," Mallory stammered. Marjorle
leaped to her feet: "I'm going up in
the baggage car."
"For the dog?"
"For my trunk."
And now Mallory annihilated her
completely, for he gasped: "Our
trunks are on the train ahead!"
Marjorle fell back for one moment,
then bounded to her feet with shrill
commands: "Porter! Porter! I want
you to stop this train this minute!"
The porter called back from the
depths of a berth: "This train don't
st(Tp til] tomorrow noon."
Marjorle had strength enough tor
only one vain protest: "Do you mean
to say Unit I've got to go to Ban Fran?
cisco in this waist?a waist that has
seen a whole day in Chicago?"
The best consolation Mallory could
offer was companionship in misery.
He pushed forward one not too im?
maculate cuff. "Well, this Is the only
linen I have."
j "Don't speak to me," snapped Mar?
jorle, beating her heels against the
"Hut, u\y darling!"
I "Go away and leave me. I bate
Mallory rose up. and stumbling
Gown the aisle, plounced Into berth
number three, an allegory of despair.
About this time, Littlo Jlmmlo Well?
ington, having completed more or less
chaotic preparations for Bleep, found
that ho had put on his pyjamas hind
aide foremost. After vain efforts to
whirl round quickly and get at his
own back, he put out a frowsy bead,
and called for help
"Say, Porter, l'orter!"
"I'm still on the train," answered
the porter, coning into view.
"You'll have to hook me up."
The porter rendered what aid and
correction he could in Wellington's
hippcpotamine toilet. Wellington was
just wide enough awake to discern
the undisturbed bridal-chamber. He
"Say, porter, that rice-trap. Aren't
they going to flop the rice-trap?"
The porter shook his head sadly.
"Don't look like that flopper's a'goin
to flip. That dog-on bridal couple is
done divorced a'ready!"
Good Night, All!
The car was settling gradually into
peace. But there was still some mur?
mur and drowsy energy. Shoes con?
tinued to drop, heads to bump against
upper bertha, the bell to ring now
and then, and ring again and again.
The porter paid little heed to It;
be was busy making up number live
(Ira Lathrop'B berth) for Marjorie,
Who was making what preparations
she could for her trousseau ? hus
bandless, dogless first night out.
Finally the Englishman, who had al?
most rung the bell dry of electricity,
shoved from his berth his indignant
and undignified head. Once more the
car resounded with the cry of "Paw
tan! Pawtah!" I
The porter moved up with notice?
able deliberation. "Did you ring,
"Did I ring! Paw-tah, you may
draw my tub at eight-thutty in the
"Draw yo'?What, fshT** the porter !
"Lawdy, man. Is you allowln* to
take_a ba-ath In the mawnin'?"
"Of course Ixam."
"Didn't you have one befo' you 1
"How dare you! Of cawse I did." .
"Well, that's all you git." j
"Do you mean to tell me that there ,
is no tub on this beastly train?" :
Wedgewood almost fell out of bed -
with the shock of this news.
"We do not carry tubs?no, sah. ,
There's a lot of tubs in San Fran?
"No tub on this train for four days!"
Wedgewood sighed. "But whatever
does one do in the meanwhile?"
"One just waits. Yassah, one and
"It's ghahstly, that's what It Is,
"Yassah," said the porter, and
mumbled as he walked away, "but the
weather is gettin' cooler."
He finished preparing Marjorie'B
bunk, and was just suggesting that
Mallory retreat to the smoking room
while number three was made up,
when there was a commotion in the
corridor, and a man In checked over?
alls dashed Into the car, ,
His ear was slightly red, and he
held at arm's length, as If it were a
venomous monster, Snoozleums. And
"Say, whose durn dog is this? He
bit two men, and he makes so much
noise we can't sleep in the baggage
Marjorie went flying down the aisle
to reclaim her lost lamb in wolf's
clothing, and Snoozleums, the returned
prodigal, yelped and leaped, and told
her all about the Indignities he had
been subjected to, and his valiant
struggle for liberty. i
Marjorie, seeing only Snoozleums,
stepped Into the fatal berth number ,
one, and paid no heed to the danglln"
ribbons. Mallory, eager to restore
himself to her love by loving her dog,
crowded closer .to her Bide, making a
hypocritical ado over the pup.
Everybody was popping his or her
face out to learn the cause of such
clamor. Among the bodiless heads
suspended along the curtains, like
Dyak trophies, appeared the great
mask of Little JImrale Wellington. He
had been unable to sleep for mourn?
ing the wanton waste of that lovely
When he peered forth, his eyes
hardly believed *iiemselves. The
elusive bride and groom were actu?
ally In the trap?the hen pheasant
and the chanticleer. But the net did
not fall, lie waited to see them sit
down, and spring the infernal ma?
chine. But they would not sit.
In fact, Marjorie was muttering to
Harry?tenderly, now, since he had '
won her back by his efforts to con?
sole Snoozleums?she was muttering
"We must not be seen together, i
honey, do away, I'll see you in the
And Mallory was Baying with bit?
terest resignation: "Good night?my
And they were shaking hands! This
Incredible bridal couple was ?] Jtlnp'
hands with Itself?disintegrating! |
Then Wellington determined to do at
least hi: duty by the 6acred rites.
The griping passengers saw What
was probably the largest pair of pa?
jamas in Chicago They saw Little
Jlmmie, smothering back his giggles
like a schoolboy, tiptoe from his
berth, enter tho next berth, brushing
tho porter aside, climb on the seat,
and clutch the ribbon that pulled the
stopper from the trap.
Down upon the unsuspecting elop?
ers came this miraculous cloudburst:
of Ironical rice, and with it came Lit?
tle Jlmmie Wellington, who lost what
little balance he had, and catapulted
Into their midst like the offspring of
it was at this moment that Mrs.
"Wellington, hearing the loud cries of
the panic-stricken Marjorie, rushed
from the Women's Room, absent mind
edly combing a totally detach.si sec?
tion of her hair. Sho recognized fa?
miliar pyjamas waving in air, and
With one faint gasp: "Jlmmie! on this
train!" she swooned away. Sho would
have fallen, but seeing that no ono
paid any attention to her. she recov
ered consciousness on her own hook,
and vanished into her berth, to medi?
tate on the whys and wherefores of
her husband's presence In this car.
Eh-. Temple in a nightgown and
trousers; Roger Ashton, in a collar
less estate, and the porter, managed
to extricate Mr. Wellington from his
plight, and stow him away, though it
was like putting a whale to bed.
Mallory, seeing that Marjorle had
fled, vented his wild rage against fate
1n general, and rice traps in particu?
lar, by tearing the bridal bungalow to
pieces, and then he stalked into the
smoking room, where Ira Lathrop,
homeless and dispossessed, was sound
asleep, with his feet in the chair.
He was dreaming that he was a
boy in Brattleboro, the worst boy in
Brattleboro, trying to get up the cour?
age to spark pretty Anne Gattle, and
throwing rocks at the best boy in
town, Charlie Selby, who was always
at her side. The porter woke Ira, an
hour later, and escorted him to the
late bridal section.
Marjorle had fled with her dog, as
soon as she could grope her way
through the deluge of rice. She hop?
ped into her berth, and spent an hour
trying to clear her hair of the mul?
titudinous grains. And as for Snoozle
ums, his thick wool was so be-rlced
that for two days, whenever he shook
himself, he snew.
Eventually, the car quieted, and
nothing was heard but the rumble and
click of the wheels on the rails, the
creak of timbers, and the frog like
chorus of a tew well-trained snorers.
As the porter was turning down the
last of the lights, a rumpled pate was
thrust from the stateroom, and the
luscious-eyed man whispered;
"Porter, what time did you say wo
crossed the Iowa state line?"
"Two fifty-five a. m."
From within the stateroom came a
deep sigh, then with a dismal groan:
"Call me at two fifty-five a. m.," the
door was closed.
Poor Mallory, pyjamaless and night
shirtless, lay propped up on his pil?
lows, staring out of the window at the
swiftly shifting night scene. The state,
of Illinois was being pulled out from
under the train like a dark rug.
Farmhouses gleamed or dreamed
lampleas. The moonlight rippled on
endless seas of wheat and Indian
corn. Little towns slid up and away.
Large towns rolled forward, and were
left behind. Ponds, marshes, brooks,
pastures, thickets and great gloomy
groves flowed past as on a river. But
the same stars and the moon seemed
to accompany the train. If the flying
witness had been less heavy of heart,
he would have found the reeling scene
full of grace and night beauty. But
he could not see any charm in all the
world, except his tantalizing other
self, from whom a great chasm
seemed to divide him, though she was
only two windows away. ?
He had not yet fallen asleep, and
he was still pondering how to attain
his unmarried, unmarriable bride,
when the train rolled out in air above
a great wide river, very noble under
the stare. He knew It for the Mis?
sissippi. He heard a faint knocking
on a door at the other end of the car.
He heard sounds as of kleses, and
then somebody tiptoed along the aisle
stealthily. He did not know that an?
other bridegroom was being separated
from his bride because they were too
Somewhere in Iowa he fell asleep.
Last Call for Breakfast.
It was still Iowa when Mallory
awoke. Into his last moments of heavy
sleep Intruded a voice like a town
crler's voice, crying:
"Lass call for breakfuss in the Rin
Ing Rar," .and then, again louder,
"Lass call for breakfuss In Rinin
rar," and, finally and faintly, "Lass
call breakfuss ri'rar."
Mallory pushed up his wlndow
puade. The day was broad on rolling
prairies like billows established In ttie
green soiL He peeked through his
curtains. Most of the other passen?
gers were up and about, their beds
hidden and beddings stowed away be?
hind the bellying veneer of tho upper
works of the car. All the berths were
made up except his own and number
two, in the corner, where Little Jlm
mie Wellington's nose still played a
bagpipe monody,g^nd one other berth,
which he recognized as Marjorie's.
His belated sleep and hers had
spared them both the stares and
laughing chatter of the passengers.
But this bridal couple's two berths,
standing liko towers among the seats,
had provided conversation for every?
body, b^d already united the casual
group of strangers into an organized
Mallory got into his ?hoes and as
much of his clothes as was necessary
for the dash to the washroom, and
took on his arm the rest of his ward
rolnv Just as he issued from his
lonely chamber, Marjorle apiwared
from hers, much disheveled ? and
heavy-eyed. The eride and groom ex?
changed glances of mutual terror, and
hurried in oppotdte directions.
Tbe spickest and spannest of lieu?
tenants soon realized that ho was re?
duced to wearing yesterday'! linen as
well as yesterday's beard This was
intolerable. A brave man can endure
beartbreaka, lo^s of love, honor and
place, hut a neat man cannot abide
the traces of time in hi:: toilet Lieu?
tenant Mallory had seen rough Berv?
Ice in camp and on long hikes, when
he gloried in mud and disorder, and
ho was to see campaigns in the Phil?
ippines, when he should not take oft
Iiis shoes or his uniform for three
days at a time. Hut that was tho
Held, and this car was a drawing
In this crisis in his affairs, Little
I Jlmmie Wellington waddled into the
men's room, tloundoring about with
every lurch of trie train, like a cannon
loose in the hold of a ship. He fum?
bled with the handles on a basin, and
made a crazy toilet, trying to rind
some abatement of his fever by filling
a glass at the ice-water tank and
emptying it over bis head.
These drastic measures restored
him to some sort of coherency, and
Mallory appealed to him for help in
the matter of linen. Wellington ef?
fusively offered him everything he
had, and Mallory selected from his
store half a dozen collars, any one of
which would have gone round his
neck nearly twice.
Wellington also proffered Ms safety
razor, and made him a present of a
virgin wafer of steel for his very own.
With this assistance, Mallory was
enabled to make himself fairly pre?
sentable. When he returned to his
seat, the three curtained rooms had
been whisked away by the porter.
There was no place now to hide from
He sat down facing the feminine
end of the car, watching for Marjorie.
The passengers were watching for
her, too, hoping to learn what un?
heard-of Incident could have pro?
voked the quarrel that separated a
bride and groom at this time, of all
To the general bewilderment, when
Marjorie appeared, Mallory and she
rushed together and clasped hands
with an ardor that suggested a desire
for even more ardent greeting. The
passengers almost sprained their ears
to hear how they would make up such
a dreadful feud. But all they heard
was: "We'll have to hurry, Marjorie,
If we want to get any breakfast."
"All right, honey. Come along."
Then the Inscrutable couple scur?
ried up the aisle, and disappeared in
the corridor, leaving behind them a
mighty riddle. They kissed in the
corridor of that car, kissed in the ves?
tibule, kissed in the two corridors of
the next car, and were caught kiss?
ing in the next vestibule by the new
The dining car conductor, who flat?
tered himself that he knew a bride
and groom when he saw them, es?
corted them grandly to a table for
two; and the waiter fluttered about
them with extraordinary considera?
They had a plenty to talk of In pros?
pect and retrospect. They both felt
sure that a minister lurked among the
cars somewhere, and they ate with a
zest to prepare for the ceremony, ar?
guing the beet place for it, and quar?
reling amorously over details. Mal?
lory was for one of the vestibules as
the scene of their union, but Marjorie
was for the baggage car, till she real?
ized that Snoozleums might be unwill?
ing to attend. Then she swung round
to the vestibule, but Mallory shifted
to the observation platform.
Marjorie had left Snoozleums with.
Mrs. Temple, who promised to bide
him when the new conductor passed
through the car, and she reminded
Harry to get the waiter to bring them
a package of bones for their only
"child." so far.
On the way back from the dining
car they kissed each other good-bye
again at all the try sting places they
had sanctified before. The sun was
radiant, the world good, and the very
train ran with jubilant rejoicing. They
could not doubt that a few more hours
would see them legally man and wife.
Mallory restored Marjorie to her
place in their car, and with smiles of
assurance, left her for another p?T
Bon-hunt through the traja. She wait?
ed ?for him in a bridal agitation. He
ransacked the train forward in vain,
and returned, passing Marjorie with
a shake of the head, and a sour
countenance. He went out to the ob?
servation platform where he stumbled
on Ira Lathrop and Anne Gattle, en?
gaged In a conversation of evident
intimacy, for they Jumped when he
opened the door, as if they were guilty
of some plot.
Mallory mumbled his usual, "Ex?
cuse me," whirled on his heel, and
dragged his discouraged steps back
through the Observation Room, where
various women and a few men of evi?
dent unclericality were draped across
arm chairs and absorbed in lazy con?
versation or bobbing their heads over
magazines that trembled with the mo?
tion of the train
Mrs. Wellington was busily writing
at the desk, but he did not know who
she was, and he did not care whom
she was writing to. He did not ob?
serve the baleful glare of Mrs. Whit
comb, who sat watching Mrs. Welling?
ton, knowing all too well who she
was, and suspecting the correspond?
ent?Mrs. Whiteomb was tempted to
spell the word wtth one "P."
Mallory stumbled into the men's
portion of the composite car. Here
be nodded with a sickly cheer to the
sole occupant, I>r. Temple, who was
looking less ministerial than ever in
an embroidered skull cap. The old
rascal waa sitting far back on his
lumbar vertebrae. One of his hands
clasj>ed a long glass filled with a
liquid of a hue that resembled some?
thing stronger than what it was?
mere ginger ale. The other hand
toyed with a long black cigar. The
smoke our led round the old mans
head like tho fumes of a sultan's
narghile, and through the wisps his
face was one of Oriental luxury.
Mallory's eyes were caught from
this picture of beatitude by the en?
trance, at the other door, of a man
Who had evidently ewung aboard at
the most recent Stop?for Mallory had
not seen him. His gray hair was
crowned with a sott black hat, and
his spare frame was swathed in a
frock coat that had Been better days.
His soft gray eyes seemed to search
timidly the smoke-clouded atmos?
phere, and ho had a bashful air which
Mallory translated as one of diffidence
in a place where liquors and cigars