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This pierced even the baseball
news, and be threw his arms around
her with glow of devotion.
She snuggled closer, and cooed:
“Aren't we having a nice long engage
ment? We’ve traveled a million
miles, and the preacher isn’t in sight
yet. What have you been reading
wedding announcements?”
“No—l was reading about the most
wonderful exhibition. Mattie was In
the box—and in perfect form.”
"Mattie?” Marjorie gasped uneas
“Mattie!” he raved, "and In perfect
And now the hidden serpent of jeal
ousy, which promised to enliven their
future, lifted Its head for the first
time, and Mallory caught his first
glimpse of an unsuspected member
of their household. Marjorie demand
ed with an ominous chill:
"And who's Mattie?. Some former
sweetheart of yours?"
“My dear,” laughed Mallory.
But Marjorie was up and away,
with apt temper: “So Mattie was In
the box, was she? What Is It to you,
where she sits? You dare to read
about her and rave over her perfect
form, while you neglect your wile—or
your—oh, what am I, anyway?”
Mallory stared at her in amaze
ment. He was beginning to learn
what ignorant heathen women are
concerning so many of the gods and
demigpils of mankind. Then, with a
tenderness he might not always show,
he threw the paper down and took
her in his arms: "You poor child.
Mattie Is a man—a pitcher—and you’re
the only woman 1 ever loved —and t
you are liable to be my wife any •
The explanation was sufficient, and
she crawled into the shelter of his
arm with little noises that served for 1
apology, forgiveness and reconcilia- j
tlon. Then he made the mistake of
mentioning the sickening topic of de
ferred hope:
“A minister’s sure to get on at the
next stop—or the next.”
Marjorie’s nerves were frayed by
too much enduring, and It took only a
word to set them Jangling: “If you
say minister to me again, I’ll scream.”
Then she tried to control herself with
a polite: “Where Is the next stop?”
"Where’s that? On the map?”
“Well, It’s In Utah.”
“Utah!” she groaned. "They mar
ry by wholesale there, and we can’t
even get a sample.”
The Train Wrecker.
The train-butcher, entering the Ob
servation Room, found only a loving
couple. He took In at a glance their
desire for solitude. A large part of
his business was the forcing of wares
on people who did not want them.
His voice and his method suggested
the mosquito. Seeing Mallory and
Marjorie mutually absorbed in read
ing each other's eyes, and evidently
In need of nothing on earth less than
something else to read, the traln
hutcher decided that his best plan of
attack was to make himself a nuis
ance. It Is a plan successfully adopt
ed by organ-grinders, street pianists
and other blackmailers under the
guise of art, who have nothing .so
welcome to sell as their absence. i
Mallory and Marjorie heard the
train boy’s hum, but they tried to ig
nore It.
“Papers, gents and ladles? Yes?
No? Paris fashions, lady?”
He shoved a large periodical be
tween their very noses, but Marjorie
threw It on the floor, with a bitter
glance at her own borrowed plumage: ;
“Don’t show me any Paris fash
ions!” Then she gave the boy his
conge by resuming her chat with Mal
lory; “How long do we stop at Og
The train-boy went right on auc
tioning bis papers and magazines,
and poking them into the laps of his
prey. And they went right on talking
to one another and pushing his papers
and magazines to the floor.
"I think I’d better get off at Og
den, and take the next train back.
That’s Just what I’ll do. Nothing,
thank you!” this last to the train
"But you can’t leave me like this,”
Mallory urged excitedly, with a side
glance of "No, no!” to tne train-boy.
“I can, and I must, and I will,” Mar
jorie Insisted. "I'll go pack my things
"But, Marjorie, listen to me."
"Will you let me alone!” This to
the gadfly, but to Mallory a dejected
wall: "I—l just remembered. 1
haven’t anything to pack.”
"And you'll have to give back that
waist to Mrs. Temple. You can't get
oft at Ogden without a waist.”
“I'll go anyway. I want to get
"Matiprltc If jrou talk that way— l’U
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throw you off the train!”
She gasped. He explained: "I
wasn’t talking to you; I was trying
to stop this phonograph.” Then he
rose, and laid violent bands on the
annoyer, shoved him to the corridor,
seized his bundle of papers from his
arm, and hurled them at his bead.
They fell In a shower about the train
butcher, who could only feel a cer
tain respect for the one man who had
ever treated him as he knew he de
served. He bent to pick np his scat
tered merchandise, and when he had
gathered his stock together, put his
head In. and sang out a sincere:
“Excuse me.”
Hut Mallory did not hear him, he
was excitedly trying to cairn the ex
cited girl, who. having eloped with
him. was preparing now to elope back
wlihont him.
"Darling, you can't desert me now,”
he pleaded, "and leave me to go on
“Well, why don't you do some
thing?” she retorted, In equal des
peration. "If 1 were a man. and 1
had the girl I loved on a train I'd
gel her married If 1 had to wreck
the —" she caught her breath, paused
a second In intense thought, and
then, with sudden radiance, cried:
“Harry, dear!”
"Yes, love!”
"1 have an Idea —an Inspiration!"
"Yes, pet,” rather dubiously from
him, but with absolute exultation from
her: “Let's wreck the train!”
"I don’t follow you, sweetheart.”
"Don't you see?” she began excited
ly. “When there are train wrecks a
lot of people get killed, and things.
A minister always turns up to admin
ister the last something or other—
well —”
“Well, stupid, don’t jmu see? We
wreck a train, a minister comes, we
nab him, he marries us, and —there
we are! Everything’s lovely!”
He gave her one of those locks
with which a man usually greets what
a woman calls an Inspiration He did
not honor her Invention with an
alysis. He simply put forward an ob
jection to It, and, man-llke, chose the
most hateful of all objections:
"It’s a lovely Idea, but the wreck
would delay us for hours and hours,
and I'd miss my transport—”
“Harry Mallory, If you mention that
odious transport to me again, I know
I'll have hydrophobia. I'm going
"Hut, darling,” he pleaded, “you
can’t desert me now, and leave me to
go on alone?" She had her answer
“If you really loved me. you’d—-"
“Oh, I know,” he cut In "You've
said that before. Hut I’d be court
martialed. I’d lose my career.”
"What’s a career to a man who
truly loves?”
"It's just as much as It Is to any
body else —and more.”
She could hardly controvert this
gracefully, so she sank back with
grim resignation. "Well. I’ve pro
posed my plan, and you don't like It.
Now, suppose you propose something.”
The silence was oppressive. They
sat like Stoughton bottles. There the
conductor found them some time
later. He gave them a careless look,
selected a chair at the end of the
car, and began to sort his tickets,
spreading them out on another chair,
making notes with the pencil he took
from atop his ear, and shoved back
from time to time.
Ages seemed to pass, and Mallory
had not even a suggestion. By this
time Marjorie’s temper had evaporat
ed, and when he said: "If we could
only stop at some town for half an
hour,” she said; “Maybe the conduc
tor would hold the train for us.”
"1 hardly think he would.”
"He looks like an awfully nice man.
You ask him.”
“Oh, what’s the use?”
Marjorie was getting tired of de
pending on this charming young man
with the very bad luck. She decided
to assume command herself. She
took recourse naturally to the orig
inal feminine methods: “I’ll take care
of him," she said, with resolution. "A
woman can get a man to do almost
anything If she flirts a little with
“Now. don’t you mind anything 1
do. Remember, It’s all for love of
you—even if I have to kiss him.”
"Marjorie, I won’t permit —”
"You have no right to boss me—
yet. You subside.” She gave him the
merest touch, but he fell backward
Into a chair, utter'y aghast at the
shameless siren Into which despera
tion had altered the timid little thing
he thought he had chosen to love. He
was being rapidly Initiated into the
complex and versatile and fearfully
wonderful thing a woman really Is,
and he was saying to himself, "What
have I married?” forgetting, for the
moment, that he had not married her
yet, and that therein lay the whole
Delilah and the Conductor.
Like the best of women and the
worst of men, Marjorie was perfectly
willing to do evil, that good might
come of it. She advanced on the In
nocent conductor, as the lady from
i Sorek must have sidled up to Sam
son, coquetting with one arch hand
and snipping the shears with the
The stupefied Mallory saw Mar
jorie In a startling Imitation of her
self at her sweetest; only now It was
brazen mimicry, yet how like! She
went forward as the shyest young
thing In the world, pursed her lips In
to an ecstatic simper, and began on
the unsuspecting official:
“Isn't the country perfectly—”
“Yes, hut I’m getting used to It,”
the conductor growled, without look
ing up.
His curt Indifference jolted Mar
jorie a trllle, hut she rallied her forces,
and came back with: "How long do
we stop at Ogden?”
"Five minutes," very bluntly.
Marjorie poured maple syrup on her
tone, us she purred: "This train of
yours Is uu awfully last train, Isn’t
"Sort of," said the conductor, with
just a trace of thaw. What followed
made him hold his breath, for tho
outrageous Utile hussy was actually
saying: "The company must have a
great deal of confidence in you to en
trust the lives and welfare of so many
people to your presence of mind and
"Well, of course, I can’t say as to
that—” Even Mallory could see that
tho man’s reserve was melting fast as
Marjorie went on with relentless
"Talk about soldiers and firemen
and life-savers! I think It takes a j
braver man than any of those to bo 1
a conductor- really.”
"Well, It Is a kind of a responsible
job.” The conductor swelled his chest
a little at that, and Marjorie felt that
he was already hers. She hammered
the weak spot In his armor:
"Responsible! 1 should say It Is.
Mr. Mallory Is u soldier, but soldiers
are such ferocious, destructive peo
ple, while conductors save lives, and
—lf I were only a man 1 think It
would be my greatest ambition to ho
a conductor —especially on an over
land express.”
The conductor told the truth when i
he confessed; "Well, 1 never heard
It put just that way.” Then he spoke !
with a little more pride, hoping to in
crease the Impression he felt ho was
making: "The main thing, of course,
is to get my train through On Time!"
This was a facer. He was going to
get his train through On Time just
to oblige Marjorie. She stammered:
"I don’t suppose the train, by any
accident, would he delayed In leaving
“Not, If I can help it,” the hero
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averred, to reassure net.
"I wish It would,” Marjorie mur
mured. I
The conductor looked at her In sur
prise: “Why, what’s it to you?” She
turned her eyes on him at full candle
power, and smiled:
“Oh. I just wanted to do a little
shopping there.”
“Shopping! While the train waits!
Excuse me!”
"You see.” Marjorie fluttered, “by a
sad mistake, my baggage Isn’t on the
train And I haven’t any—any—1
really need to buy some—some things
very badly. It’s awfully embarrassing
to be without them.”
“I can Imagine,” the conductor
mumbled. “Why don’t you and your
husband drop off and take the next
"My hush—Mr. Mallory has to be
In San Francisco by tomorrow night.
He Just has to!"
“So have I.”
"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 might hold the train
just a little tiny half hour?”
He was sorry, but he didn’t see how
he could. Then she took his breath
away again, by asking, out of a clear
sky: “Are you married?”
He was as awkward as If she had
proposed to him, she answered for
him: biiCfif.PP.urae joii. are. The
women wouldn’t let a big, hand some,
noble brave giant like you escape
long.” He mopped his brow in agony
as she went on: "I’m sure you’re a
very chivalrous man. I’m sure you
would give your life to rescue a
maiden In distress. Well, here’s your
chance. Won’t you please hold the
She actually had her cheek almost
against his shoulder, though she had
to poise atlp oo to reach him. Mal
lory’s dismay was changing to a boil
ing rage, and the conductor was a
pitiable combination of Saint Anthony
and Tantalus. “I —I’d love to oblige
you,” he mumbled, "but it would be as
much as my job s worth.”
"How much Is that?” Marjorie
asked, and added reassuringly, "if
you lost your jon f:n surr my father
would get you a better one.”
I "Maybe,” said the conductor, "but —
I got th’s one.”
Then his rolling eyes caught sight
of the supposed husband gesticulating
wildly and evidently clearing for ac
tion. He warned Marjorie; "Say, your
husband is motioning at you."
“Don’t mind him,” Marjorie urged,
"just listen to me. I Implore you.
I —” Seeing that he was still resist
ing, she played her last card, and,
crying, “Oh, you can’t resist my pray
| era so cruelly,” she threw her arms
around his neck, sobbing, “Do you
want to break rny heart?”
Mallory rushed Into tho scene and
the conductor, tearing Marjorie's arms
loose, retreated, gasping, “No! and 1
don’t want your husband to break my
Mallory dragged Marjorie away, but
she shook her little fist at the con
ductor, crying: "Do you refuse? Do
you dure refuse?”
i "I’ve got to,” the conductor abject
ly insisted.
Marjorie blazed with fury and the
' siren became a Scylla. "Then I’ll see
that my father gets you discharged.
If you dare to speak to me again, I’ll
order rny husband to throw you off
this train. To think of being refused
a simple little favor by a mere con
ductor! of a stupid old emigrant
train!! of all things!!!”
Then she hurled herself Into a 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
The Dog-on Dog Again.
As the conductor left the Mallory*
to their own devices, It rushed over
him anew what sacrilege had been at
tempted—a fool bride had asked him
to stop the Trans-American of all
trains!—to go shopping of all things!
He stormed Into the smoking room
to open the safety valve ot his wrath,
and found the porter just coming out
of the buffet cell with a tray, two hol
low-stemmed glasses and a bottle
swaddled In a napkin.
—i .-• -<w*
“gay, Ellsworth, what in oo
you suppose that female back there
wants? —wants me to hold the Trans-
American while—”
But the porter was In a Hurry him
self. He was about to serve cham
pagne, and he cut the conductor short:
" ’Sense me, boss, but they’s a lov
in’ couple In the stateroom forward
that Is In a powerful hurry for this. I
can’t talk to you now. I’ll see you
later.” And he swaggered off, leav
ing the door of the buffet open. The
conductor paused to close it, glanced
In, started, stared, glared, roared:
“What’s this! Well, I’ll be—-a dog
smuggled In here! I’ll break that
coon’s head. Come out of there, you
miserable or’nary hound.” He seized
the incredulous Snoozleums by the
scruff of his neck, growling, “It’s you
for the baggage car ahead,” and
dashed out with his prey, just as Mal
lory, now getting new bearings on
Marjorie’s character, spoke across
the rampart of his Napoleonlcally
folded arms:
"Well, you're a nice one! —making
violent love to a conductor before my
very eyes. A minute more and 1
would have —”
She silenced him with a snap:
“Don’t you speak to me! 1 hate you!
1 hate all men. The more I know
men the more I like —” this reminded
her, and she asked anxiously: “Where
is Snoozleums?”
Mallory, Impatient at the shift of
subject, snapped back: “Qh, 1 left him
In the "buffet with the waiter, wnat 4
want to know is how you dare to —”
“Was It a colored waiter?”
"Of course. But I’m not speaking
of —”
“But suppose he should bite him?”
“Oh, you can’t hurt those nigger
waiters. I started to say—”
"But I can’t have Snoozleums bit
ing colored people. It might not agree
with him. Get him at once.”
Mallory trembled with suppressed
rage like an overloaded boiler, but he
gave up and growled: "Oh, Lord, all
right. I’ll get him when I’ve fin
ished —”
“Go get him this minute. And bring
the poor darling back to his mother."
"Ills mother! Ye gods!” cried Mal
lory, wildly. He turned away and
dashed into the men’s room with a
furious: "Where’s that damned dog?’
He met the porter just returning.
The porter smiled: "He’s right In
heah, sir,” and opened the bullet door.
Ills eyes popped and his jaw sagged:
"Why, I let’ him here just a minute
"You left the window open, too,”
Mallory observed. "Well, 1 guess he’s
The porter was panic-stricken: "Oh,
I’m tumble sorry, boss, I wouldn't
have lost dat dog for a fortune, if
you was to hit mo with a axe 1
wouldn't mind.”
To his inter befuddlement, Mallory
grinned and winked at him, and mur
mured: "Oh, that’s all right. Don’t
worry.” And actually laid half a dol
lar In his palm. Leaving the black
lids batting over the starting eyes,
Mallory pulled his smile into a long
face and went back to Marjorie like
an undertaker: "My love, prepare
yourself lor bad news.”
Marjorie looked up, startled and ap
prehensive: "Snoozleums Is 111. Ho
did bite the darkey.”
“Worse than that —he —he —fell out
of the window.”
"When!” she shrieked, "in heaven’s
“He was there just a minute ago,
the waiter says.”
Marjorie went into instant hysterics,
wringing her hands and sobbing: "Oh.
my darling, my poor child—stop the
train at oucol”
She began to pound Mallory's
shoulders and shake him frantically.
Ho had never seen her this way eith
er He was getting his education la
advance. Ho tried to calm her with
Inexpert womls: "How can 1 stop the
train? Now, flearle, he was a nice
dog, but af'er all. ho was only a dog."
She rounded on him like a panther;
"Only a dog! He was worth a dozen
men like you. You find the conductor
at once, command him to stop this
train—and back up! I don’t care If
he has to go back ten miles. Hun,
tell him at once. Now, you run!”
Mallory rtared at her as If she had
gone mad, but he set out to run some
where, anywhere. Marjorie paced op
and down distractedly, tearing her
hair and moaning, "Snoozleums, Snoo
zleums! My child. My poor child!”
At length her wildly roving eyes noted
the hell rope. She stared, pondered,
nodded her head, clutched at It, could
not reach it, jumped for It several
times In vain, then seized a chair,
swung it Into place, stood up In It,
gripped the rope, and came down on
It with all her weight, dropping to the
lloor and jumping up and down In a
frenzied dance. In the distance the
engine could be heard faintly whist
ling, whistling for every pull.
The engineer, far ahead, could not
imagine what unheard-of crisis could
bring about such mad signals. The
fireman yelled:
"I bet that crazy conductor is at
tacked with an epilettlc fit.”
But there was no disputing the
command. The engine was reversed,
the air brakes set, the sand run out
and every effort made to pull tho
Iron horse, as It were, back on Its
The grinding, squealing, jolting,
shook the train like an earthquake.
The shrieking of the whistle froze the
blood like a woman's cry of "Mur
der!” in the night. The women among
the passengers echoed the screams.
The men turned pale and braced
themselves for the shock of collision.
Some of them were mumbling pray
ers. Dr. Temple and Jimmie Welling
ton, with one Idea In their dissimilar
souls, dashed from the smoking room
to go to their wives.
Ashton and Wedgewood, with no
one to care for but themselves, seized
windows and tried to fight them open.
At last they budged a sash and knelt
down to thrust their heads out.
"1 don’t see a beastly thing ahead,”
said Wedgewood, "except the heads
of other fools.”
“We’re slowing down though,” said
Ashton, "she stops! We’re safe.
Thank God!” And he collapsed Into
a chair. Wedgewood collapsed into
another, gasping; "Whatevah are we
safe from, I wondah?”
The train-crew and various passen
gers descended and ran alongside the
train asking questions. Panic gave
way to mystery. Even Dr. Temple
came back into the smoking room to
finish a precious cigar he had been at
work on. He was followed by Little
Jimmie, who had not quite reached
his wile when the stopping of the
train put an end to his excuse for
chivalry. He was regretfully mum
"It would have been such a good
shansh to shave my life’s wife —I
mean my—l don't know what I mean.”
He sank into a chair and ordered a
drink; (hen suddenly remembered his
vow, and with great heroism, rescind
ed the order.
Mallory, finding that the train was
checked just before he reached the
conductor, saw that official’s bewil
dered wrath at the stoppage and had
a fearsome intuition that Marjorie
had ,someho.w done the deed. Ho bur
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rlefl back fo - me observation room,
where he found her charging up and
down, still distraught. He paused at
a safe distance and said:
“The train has stopped, my dear.
Somebody rang the bell.”
"I guess somebody did!” Marjorie
answered, with a proud toss of the
head. "Where’s the conductor?”
"He’s looking for the fellow that
pulled the rope.”
"You go tell him to back up—and
slowly, too.”
"No, thank you!” said Mallory. Ha
was a brave young man, but he was
not bearding the conductors of stop
ped expresses. Already the conduc
tor’s voice was heard in the smoking
room, where he appeared with the
rush and roar of a Qasban bull.
"Well!" he bellowed, “which one of
you guys pulled that rope?"
"It was nobody here, sir,” Dr. Tem
ple.meekly explained. The conductor
transfixed him with a baleful glare:
"1 wouldn't believe a gambler on oath.
I bet you did it.”
"I assure you, sir,” Wedgewood in
terposed, “he didn’t touch It. 1 was
The conductor waved him aside and
charged Into tho observation room,
followed by all tho passengers In an
awe-struck rabble. Here, too, the
conductor thundered; "Who pulled
that rope? Speak up somebody.”
Mallory was about to sacrifice him
self to save Marjorie, but she met the
conductor's black rage with the with
ering contempt of a young queen: "1
pulled the old rope. Whom did you
The conductor almost dropped with
apoplexy at finding himself with no
body to vent his Immense rage on,
but this pink and white slip. "You!"
he gulped, "well, what in— Say, In
the name of —why, don't you know it’s
a penitentiary offense to stop a train
this way?”
Marjorie tossed her head a little
higher, grew a little calmer: “What
do I care? I want you to back up.”
The conductor was reduced to a
wet rag, a feeble echo: "Hack up —
the train up?”
"Yes, back the train up,” Marjorie
answered, resolutely, "and go slowly
till I tell you to stop.”
The conductor stared at her a mo
ment, then whirled on Mallory; "Say,
what iu hell’s the matter with your
Mallory was saved from the prob
lem of answering by Marjorie’s abrupt
change from a young Tsarina rebuk
ing a serf, to a terrified mother. She
flung out imploring palms and with a
gush of tears pleaded: “Wont you
please back up? My darling child fell
off the train.”
The conductor's rage fell away in
an Instant. “Your child fell off the
train!” he gasped. "Good Lord! How
old was he?”
With one hand ho was groping for
the tell cord to give the signal, with!
the other ho opened the door to look
back along the track.
"He was two years old,” Marjorie
"Oh, that’s too bad!” the conductor
groaned, "What did he look like?”
"He had a pink ribbon round hla
"A pink ribbon —oh, the poor little
fellow! the poor little fellow!”
"And a long curly tall.”
The conductor swung round with a
yell: “A curly tall! —your son?”
"My dog!” Marjorie roared back at
The conductor’s voice cracked
weakly as he shrieked: "Your dogl
You stopped this train for a fool dog?" 1
"He wasn’t a fool dog,” Marjorie
retorted, facing him down, "he knows
more than you do.”
The conductor threw up his hands:
“Well, don’t you women beat —” He
studied Marjorie ns If she were some
curious freak of nature. Suddenly an
Idea struck into his daze: "Say. what
kind of a dog was It? —a measly little
cheese-hound ?”
“He was a noble, beautiful soul
with wonderful eyes and adorable
The conductor was growing weak
er and weaker; "Well, don’t worry. I
got him. He’s in the baggage car.”
Marjorie stared at him unbelieving
ly. The news seemed too gloriously
beautiful to be true. "He Isn’t dead—•
Snoozleums Is not dead!” she cried,
"he lives! He lives! You have saved
him.” And once more she flung her
self upon the conductor. He tried to
bat her off like a gnat, and Mallory
came to his rescue by dragging her
away and shoving her into a chair.
Hut she saw only the noble conductor:-
“Oh, you dear, good, kind angel. Get
him at once.”
“He stays In the baggage car,” the
conductor answered, firmly and as ho
supposed, finally.
"Hut Snoozleums doesn't like bag
gage cars,” Marjorie smiled. "He
won't ride iu one.”
"He’ll ride in this one or I’ll wring
his neck.”
"You fiend in human flesh!” Mar
jorie shrank away from him in hor
ror, and he found courage to seize
the bell rope and yank It viciously
with a sardonic: "Please, may I start
this train?”
The whistle tooted faintly. The bell
began to hammer, the train to creak
and w-rithe and click. The conductor
pulled his cap down hard and start
ed forward. Marjorie seized hla
sleeve: “Oh, I Implore you, don’t con
sign that poor sweet child to the hor
rid baggage car. If you have a human
heart in your breast, hear my pray
The conductor surrendered uncon
ditionally: "Oh, Lord, all right, all
right. I’ll lose my job, but H you’ll
keep quiet, I’ll bring him to you. And
he slunk out meekly, followed by the
passengers, who were shaking their
(Voitiinaed On Fourth Faya.)

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