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fuunvuiJUkil »*rou see," Marjorle fluttered, ojr Md mistake, my baggage isn't on the train. And haven't any—any—1 really need to buy some—isome things Tery badly. It's awfully embarrassing $o be without them." MI 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!" "So have I." "But to oblige me? To save me from distress,—don't you think you could?" Like a sweet little child she twlBted one of the brast* buttons on hla 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 hla breath away again, by asking, out of a clear •ky: "Are you married?" was as awkward as if she had proposed to him, she answered for turn: "Oh, but of course you are. The women wouldn't let a big, handsome, noble brave giant like you escape long." He mopped his brow in agony as she went on: "I'm sure you're a Tery 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 train She actually had her cheek almost against his shoulder, though she bad to poise atiptoe to reach him. Mai 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?" Marjorle asked, and added reassuringly. "U you lost your job I'm sure my father would get you a better one." "Maybe," said the conductor, "but— I got this one." Then his rolling eyes caught sight of the supposed husband gesticulating wildly and evidently clearing for ac tion. He warned Marjorle: "Say, your husband is motioning at you." "Don't mind him," Marjorle urged, "just listen to me. I implore you. j__» seeing that he was still resist ing, she played her last card, and, crying, "Oh, you can't resist my pray ers so cruelly," she threw her arms around his neck, sobbing, "Do you want to break my heart?" Mallory rushed into the scene and the conductor, tearing Marjorie's arms loose, retreated, gasping, "No! and I don't want your husband to break my head." Mallory dragged Marjorle away, but she shook her little fist at the con ductor, crying: "Do you refuse? Do you dare refuse?" got to," the conductor abject ly Insisted. Marjorle biased with fury and the siren became a Scylla. "Then 111 see that my father gets you discharged. If you dare to speak to me again, I'll order my 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 paralysed Mallory. Bven the conductor tapped him on the shoulder and said: "Ton have my sym pathy." CHAPTER XXVII. The O A *he conductor left the Malloryi to their own devices, It ***£&* htm anew what sacrilege had. ueeh. afc, tempted- fool bride had asked him to stop the Trans-American of all trains!—to go shopping of all things! stormed into the smoking room to open the safety valve of his wrath, and found the porter just coming out of the buffet cell with a tray, two hol low-stemmed glasses and a bottle •waddled In a napkin. "Say, Ellsworth, what In do you suppose that female back there grants?—wants me to hold the Trans American while—" But the porter was In a flurry him self. He was about to serve cham pagne and he cut the conductor short: "'Scuse 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 On here/ 1*11 break that coon's head. Come out of there, you miserable or*nary hound:" seised the tecredulous Bnoosleums by the scruff of his neck, growling, "It's you for the baggage car ahead," and dashed oat withJals prey-, just as Mal lory, now getting seringa on Marjories "character, across the jtampart of his Napoleonlcally I IwMol.^fBnmmjiMiiiM ^WeH, tew^a^ nice oaol^malrios He sank into I ttoleat love to a cor ««*or re W ••^^deTantp ^fWrl«DHw»NA I would have—'' She silenced him with a anap: -Dont yon speak tome! I,hate you! 3 a I hate all man. The more I know men the mora 1 Mae-* this reminded her, and she asked anxiously: "Where Is SneoslanissiTff! SMS »•. Matter* impatient,at the ahtft of subject, saapped bac*: In the buffet with the waiter, What I "Was It a colored walterr "Of course. But rm not epeaslag nf '". •••.)»*Ms hi *. -1 ti I'.'..' •••'•. 4 "Bat suppose should bito mr "Oh, you ©ant hurt those nigger waiters. I started to say—** ,. "But I cant, hare Bnoosleums bit ing colored people. It might not agree with him. Get him at once." Mallory trembled with suppressed rage like an overloaded toiler, but he gave up and growled: 0 right, get him when I've fin ished—*' "Go get him this minute. And bring the poor darling back to bis mother." "His mother! Ye gods!" cried Mal lory, wildly. 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 buffet door. His eyes popped and his jaw sagged: "Why, I let' him here just a minute ago." "You left the window open, too," Mallory observed. "Well, I guess he's gone." The porter was panic-stricken: "Oh, I'm turrible sorry, boss, I wouldn't have lost dat dog for a fortune. If you was to bit me with a axe 1 wouldn't mind." To his utter 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 Marjorle like an undertaker: "My love, prepare yourself for bad news." Marjorle looked up, startled and ap prehensive: "Snoozleums Is ill. He did bite the darkey." "Worse than that—he—he—fell out of the window." "When!" she shrieked, "in heaven'* Dame—when?" "He was there just a minute ago, the waiter says." Marjorle went into instant hysterics, wringing her hands and sobbing: "Oh, my darling, my poor child—stop the train at once!" She began to pound Mallory's shoulders and shake him frantically. He had never seen her this way eith er. He was getting his education In advance. He tried to calm her with inexpert words: "How can I stop the train? Now, dearie, he was a nice dog, but after all, he 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. Run, tell him at once. Now, you run!" Mallory stared at her as. if she had gone mad, but he set out to run some where, anywhere. Marjorle paced up and down distractedly, tearing her hair and moaning, "Snoozleums, Snoo zleums! My child. My poor child!" At length her wildly roving eyes noted the bell 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 floor 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. Ths fireman yelled: •1 bet that crasy conductor is at tacked with an epllettlc lit" But there was no disputing ths command. The engine was reversed, the air brakes set, the sand run out and every effort made to pull ths Iron horse, as It were, back on a haunches. a grinding squealing. Jolting shook the tmin like pa earthauaka The^hrleking ofithe wnletle frese thf blood like a woman's cry of "Mur der!" I the night. The women among The men turned pale and braced themselves for the shock of collision Some of them were mumbling pray ers. Dr. Temple and Jlmmle Welling ton, with one Idea in their dlsslmllai souls, dashed from the smoking room to go to their wives: Ashton and Wedgewood. with nc one to care for but themselves, seised windows and tried to fight them open At last they budged a sash and knell down to thrust their heads out. "I don't see a beastly thing ahead," said Wedgewood, "except the headi of other fools." "We're slowing down though," said ABhton, "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. Bven Dr. Temple came back Into the-smoking room to finish a precious cigar he had been at work on. was followed by Little Jlmmle, who had not emits reached his wife when the stopping of ths train put an end to his exenae tot eUvatty. Ho was regretfully mum bling: -It would have to shave my. life's wife 1 my—I don't know what I mesa." gasas Lord, aii ?o»J ana with great nercesm, renew* ed tpe order. MaUory, finding that'the train was checked Just before he reached ths conductor, ssw that official's bewil dered wrath at the stoppage and' had a feareoceo Intuition that Marjorle had somehow done thedeem. He an* to the observation room, whereHa found her charging,up and down, still distraught, He paused at a safe disunoe and aal^: The conductor waved him aside and charged into the observation room, followed by all the passengers in an awe-struck rabble. Here, too, the conductor thundered: "Who pulled that rope? Speak up somebody." Mallory was about to sacrifice him •elf to save Marjorle, 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 suppose?" 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!" be 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?" Marjorle 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: "Back up— the train up?" "Yes, back the train up," Marjorle answered, resolutely, "and go slowly ill I tell you to stop." The conductor stared at her a ment, then whirled on Mallory: "Say, what in hell's the matter with your wife?" 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: "Won't 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 he was groping for the bell cord to give the signal, with the other be opened the door to look back along the track. "He was two years old," Marjorle sobbed. "Oh, that's too bad!" the conductor groaned. "What did he look like?" "He had a pink ribbon round his neck." "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!" Marjorle roared back at him. The conductor's voice cracked weakly as he shrieked: "Your dog! You stopped this train for a fool dog?" "He wasn't a fool dog," Marjorle retorted, facing him down, "he knows more than you do." The conductor threw up his hands: "Well, don't you women boat—" He studied Marjorle as 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 T" "He was a noble, beautiful sottl with wonderful eyes and adorable Th coaauctoTwaa^ in weak er and weaker: "Well, worry. 1 got him. He's-In the baggage car." "Marjorle stared at him unbelieving ly. The news seemed too gloriously beautiful to bo true. "He isn't dead— Bnoosleums Is not dead!" she cried, "he lives! lives! You have saved him." And once.mora she flung her self upon the conductor. tried to bat her off like a gnat, and Mallory came to his-rescue by dragging her away and shoving her into a chair. But 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 aa he supposed, finally. "But Snoozleums doesn't like bag gage cars," Marjorle smiled. "He won't ride in one." "He'll ride in this one or I'll wring bis neck." "You fiend in human flesh!" Mar jorle 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 writhe and click The conductor pulled hit cap down hard mad start ed forward, Marjorle seised his sleeve: "Oh, I Implore yon don't con aihm that&c^jnreet^chl^t^tB hor rid baggage car. If you have a human heart la your breast, hoar my pray- •MMMMUaMMi utionaui»* v, .....,,,, The train, has atopped, my dear. Somebody rang the bell," "I guess somebody did!" Marjorle answered, with a proud toss of the head. "Whert's the conductor?" on• "He's looking for the fellow that pulled the rope,"' '&m*M®$k'••«fe.-.?8. "You go tell him to back up—and slowly, toox" "No, thank you!" said Mallory. He 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 Bashan 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: "I wouldn't believe a gambler on oath. I bet you did it "I assure you, sir," Wedgewood in terposed, "he didn't touch it I was heah." '^'U' »wwi''«ijiiwwiti.Jifal|tfa, he slunk out meekly, followed by the who were shaking their in wonderment at this feat of this most amastng arpa. ,:, #$j.., t-.v/ & fc$ y. they were aloae once more. as radiant as April after a turned her smashlny amue a MaUory: It glorious to have our little •nooslomns alive and But Mallory was fosttnff Jlko a March day. He answered.... with a sleety chill: "You care more for the dog than you do for me." shouldn't IV Marjorle an swered with wide eyes, "Snoozleums never would have brought me oh a wild goose elopement like this. Heav en knows he didn't want to come." Mallory repeated the indictment: "You love a dog better than you love your husband." "My what?" Marjorle laughed, then she spoke with lofty condescension: "Harry Mallory, If you're going to be jealous of that dog, I'll never marry you the longest day I live." "So you'll let a dog come between us?" he demanded. "I wouldn't give up Snoozleums for a hundred husbands," she retorted. "I'm glad to know It in time," Mal lory said. "You'd better give me back that wedding ring." Marjorie's heart stopped at this, but her pride was in arms. She drew herself up, slid the ring from her fin ger, and held It out as if she scorned It: "With pleasure. Good afternoon, Mr. Mallory." Mallory took it as If it were the merest trifle, bowed and murmured: "Good afternoon. Miss Newton." He stalked out and she turned her back on him. A casual witness would have said that they Were too indif ferent to each other even to feel an. ger. As a matter of romantic fact, each was on fire with love, and aching madly with regret. Each longed for strength to whirl round with outflung arms, of reconciliation, and neither could be so brave. And so they part ed, each harking back fiercely for one word of recall from the other. But neither spoke, and Marjorle sat star ing at nothing through raining eyes, while Mallory strode into the Men's Room as melancholy as Hamlet with Yorick's skull in his hands. It was their first great quarrel, and they were convinced that the. world might aa well come to an end. CHAPTER XXVIII. The Woman-Hater's Relapse. The observation room was as lone ly as a deserted battlefield and Mar jorie as doleful as a wounded sol dier left behind, and perishing of thirst, when the conductor came back with Snoozleums in his arms. He regarded with contemptuoua awe the petty cause of so great an event as the stopping of the Trans American. He expected to see Mar jqrie receive the returned prodigal with wild rapture, but she didn't even smile when he said: "Here's your powder-puff." She just took Snoozleums on her lap, and, looking up with wet eyes and a sad smile, murmured: "Thank you very much. You're the nicest conductor I ever met. If you ever want another position, I'll see that my father gets you one." It was like offering the kaiser a new job, but the conductor swallowed the insult and sought to repay It with Irony. "Thanks. And if you ever want to run this road for a couple of weeks, just let me know." Marjorle nodded appreciatively and ssid: "I will. You're very kind." And that completed the rout of that conductor. retired in disorder, leaving Marjorle to fondle Snoozle ums with a neglectful Indifference that would have greatly flattered Mallory, If he could have seen through the partition that divided them. But he was witnessing with the cynical superiority of an aged and disillusioned man this to him, childish behavior of Ira Latnrop, an eleventh hour Orlando. For just as Mallory moped into til* smoking-room at 6ne door, Ira Latn rop swept In at the other, his face rubicund with embarrassment and ecstasy. had donned an old frock coat with creases nke ruts from long exile in his. trunk. But he was feel ing like an heir apparent and he startled everybody by his jovial hall: "Well, boys—er^-gontlemen the drinks are on me. Waiter, take the orders." Little Jlmmle woke with a start, rose hastily to his feet and saluted, saying: "Present! Who said take the orders?" •I did," said Latnrop, "I'm giving a party. Waiter, take the orders." "Sarsaparilla," said Dr. Temple, but they howled him down and ordered other things. The porter shook his head sadly: "Nothln* but sof drinks in Utah, gemmen." A groan went up from the club members, and Latnrop groaned loud est of all: "Well, we've got to drink something. Take the orders. We'll all have sarsa parilla." Little Jimmie Wellington came to the rescue. "Don't do anything desperate, gen tlemen," he said, with a look of di vine philanthropy. "The bar's closed, but Little Jlmmle Wellington here with the fife preserver." From his hip-pocket he produced a surer flask that looked to be big enough to carry a regiment through the Alps. I was greeted with a salvo, and Lathrep saM to Jlmmle: "I apcJoglse ser everything I have said—and thought— sboutyou." tamed to thepettao: -There alat* a a a agatast glvlag thls way. hi there?" -i«r-if miirr-i—innhnirj.i •WMMMtpina W v* Kara, an ngovr au -one porter grinned: ^toWiawar* right loss my job, bot if ybu$tl bribe the exercise-inspector/' And he s*ep«uiet»rUbrln*lilinatoi^^ a glass for the bribe, murv muring, /'Don't git tired." as it was poured. set It Inside hla sanctum ,aad then bustled round with ice-filled glasses and a siphon. When Little Jimmie offered of the flask to Dr. Temple, "the clergyman put out his hand with a politely hor frihedr "No, thank you.'?- Lathrop frightened him with a sud den comment: "Look at that gesture! Dec, I'd almost swear you were a par son." ,. Mallory whirled on him with ths eyes of a hawk about to pounce, and "The very Idea!" was the best dis claimer Dr. Temple could manage, suddenly finding himself suspected. Ashton put In with, "The only way to disprove it, Doc, is to join us." The poor old clergyman, too^ieeply Involved In his deception to brsve confession now, decided to do and dare all. He stammered, "Br—ah— certainly," and held out his hand for his share of the poison. Little Jim mie winked at the others and almost filled the glass. The innocent doctor bowed his thanks. When the porter reached him and prepared to fill the remainder of the glass from the siphon, the parson waved him aside with a misguided caution: "No, thanks. I'll not mix them." Mallory turned away with a sigh: "He takes his straight. He's no par son." Then they forgot the doctor In curiosity as to Lathrop's sudden spasm of generosity—with Welling ton's liquor. Wedgewood voiced the general curiosity when he said: "What's the old womamhater up to now?" "Woman-hater?" laughed Ira. "It's the old story. I'm going to follow Mallory's example—marriage." "I hope you succeed," said Mallory. "Wherever did you pick up the bride?" said Wedgewood, mellowing with the long glass in his hand. "Brides are easy," said Mallory, with surprising cynicism. "Where do you get the parson?" "Hang the parson," Wedgewood re peated, "Who's the gel?" "I'll bet I know who she is," Ash ton interposed "it's that nectarine of a damsel who got oh at Green River." "Not the same!" Lathrop roared. "I found my bride blooming here all the while. Girl I used to spark back in Brattleboro, I've been vowing for years that I'd live and die an old maid. I've kept my head out of th* noose all this time—till I struck this train and met up with Anne. We got to talking over old times—waking up old sentiments. She got on my nerves. I got on hers. Finally 1 said, 'Aw, hell, let's get married. Save price of one stateroom to China anyway.' She says, 'Damned if I don't!'—or words to that effect." Mallory broke in with feverish in terest: "But you said you were going to get married on this train." "Nothing easier. Here's how!" and he raised his glass, but Mallory hauled it down to demand: "How? that's' what I want to know. How are you going to get married on this parson less express. Have you got a little minister in your suitcase?" Ira beamed with added pride as he exDlained: (To be Contituad) Foils a Fool Plot. When a shameful plot exists be tween liver and bowels to cause dis tress by refusing to act, take Dr. Kings's New Life Pills, and end such abuse of your system. 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