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RUPERT flUOHES flOWUZED reOrt THt 03MEDY Of HIE SAME aAME. 1 lluswated f/?qm. PHOTCXj*APH8 or WE PLAY A5 PieODUCCD >5 flCXKY W. SAVAGE-. <topy*tgmt **i /itcay 8YNOP8IS. CHAPTER l~Urj|, Harry Mailory la ordtifcd to U?t H* fcr.d M*r- j Jorie Newton Aert'i* to elop*. but wrech I of uiu-Ab pre> tni? thrir on the ??y to tU train CHAPTER II.r-Tr?i/Koptlnrnt?i train 1* taking oa pa ?#e niter* P6rter ha* & lively tin.* with an EnflUhmas a/>4 Ira l Uttr^, a TaoluM luilr^M man. CHAPTER IIL -The eiop er* have an | exciting time getting to the train. CHAITEH IV.r "Uttle Jlmrnie" Wel lington, bound for Reno to g*t a dlvorca, board* train in maudlin condition I j*xmt j Mr? Jimmi* appear*. CHAPTER V. <Jh* I* alao bound for Reno with aarne object L?Uiewl*<- M r?. Ham ray Whitcomb CHAPTER VI?? letter blame* Mr*. Jlmmie for her marital trouhU-a Cluaa tuaUr* of Mailory decorate bridal berth. CHAPTER vrt.? Rav. and Mm. Tempi* ?tart on a vacation. Thejr decide to rut loose arid Temple r?-mov?-* f^td^nce of hia calling CHAPTER VIII -Marjorl* d?*rldf* to l?t Mailory proceed alon*. but train ?tart* while titty are lo*t in farewell CHAPTER IX ? Pa**eng?-r* )olo Mai lory'* el*j?mat?? in giving <<A>ple wed ding haxinjr CHAPTER X. Excess Baggage. Never was a young soldier so stamped by a problem In tactics as Lieutenant Harry Mallory, safely aboard his train, and not daring to leave It, yet hopelessly unaware of bojv he wa* to dispose of hi* lovely but un Labelled baggage. Hudson and Shaw had erected a white Batln temple to Hymen In berth, number one. had created such commo tio n, f ' d departed in such confusion, that there had been no opportunity to proclaim that he and Marjorie were "not married ? Just friends." And now the paasengerB had ac cepted thern as that enormous fund of amusement to any train, a newly wed- ' ded pair. To explain the mistaken would have been difficult, even among friends. But among strangers ? well, perhaps a wljBer and a colder brain than Harry Ma11ory*s could have stood there and delivered a brief ora tion restoring truth to her pedestal. But Mai Joey was in no condition for such a stole? delivery. ? ^ . He mopped his brow in agony, lost in a blizzard of bewilderment. He drifted back toward Marjorle, half to protect and half for companionship. He found Mrs. Temple cuddling her close and mothering her as If she were a baby Instead of a 1/rlde. "Did the poor child run away and get married?" MarJorle'F franf.c ~ Boo- boo- boo" might have meant anything. Mrs. Temple took it for assent, and mur mured with glowing rernlnlersenee: "Just the way Doctor Temple arid 1 did." She could not see the leaping flash of wild hoi*> that lighted up Mallory'B face. She only heard his voice across her shoulder: "Doctor? Doctor Temple? Is your husband a reverend t^tor?". "A reverend doctor?" the little old lady repeat ed weakly. "Yes? a ? a preacher?" The j>oor old congregation-weary soul was abrujrtly confronted with the ruination of All the delight in ber tit tle escapade with her pulptMagged husband. If she had ever dreamed that the girl who was weeping in her arms was weeping from any other fright than', the usual fright of young brides, fresh from the preedwr*B ben ediction, Rhe would have cast every other consideration aside, and told the truth. But her husband's last behest be fore he left her had been to keep their precious pretend-secret. She felt ? Just then ? that a woman** first duty Is to obey her husband. Besides, ?what business was It of thts yo*mg husband'a what her old kMsband's business was? IVefore she bad fairly begun to detwite her duty, almost aato> matically, with the lnstairtaneoufl tn Stlnct of self protection, her lips bed littered the denial: ? "Oh ? he's ? just a ? plain ttactor. There he Is now." Mallory cast one miserable glance down the aisle at Dr. Temple coming back from the smoking rrxim. As the old man paumni to stare at the bridal berth, whoso preparation he had not seen, he was just enough befuddled by his first cigar for thirty years to look a? trifle tipsy. The motion of the train and the rakish tilt of his un wonted crimson tie confirmed the suspicion and annihilated Mallory's new born hope, that perhaps repentant fate had dropped a parson at the'.r very fee*. He sank into the seat opposite Marjorle, who gave hipi one terrified glance, and burst Into frflsh sobs: "Oh ? oh ? boo-hoo ? I'm so unhap? hap? py." Perhaps Mrs. Temple was a little miffed at the coupfo that had led her astray and opened her own honfey tnoon with a wanton flb. In any case, ibe beflt.cDBLSCiatiqn she could offer Mnrigrie was a perfunctory pat, nhd ft 1 cynicism: "There. ibere, dear* You don't know what real unbappinesa I* yet. i Walt till you've been married a while." And then ahe noted a startling tack of completeness In the bride's hand. "Why? my dear! ? where'* your wedding ring?" With what be considered great presence of m|nd, Mallory explained : "It ? It slipped off ? I ? I picked it up. I hare It here" And be took the little gold band from bis waistcoat and tried to Jam It on Marjorle'a right thumb. "Not on the thumb!" Mm. Temple cried. "Don't you know?" "You see, it's my first marriage." "You poor boy ? this finger!" And Mrs. Temple, raising Marjorle'a limp band, selected the proper digit, and held It forward, while Mallory pressed the fatal circlet homev And then Mrs, Temple, having com* plated their installation as man. and her hal r. aeetaed to catck Cke old UcUlor'i altMiloft. He ? tared at bar ao ftercai y Uut she loekad about tor a way to eecape Then a curlou*!? awsfcraa. afenoat a b?w|ry, look aalt rood bis leonine Jowla Into a boyiab c*faraeN, and tu jpowl baraiwa I i aort of sniff purr: "Bay, you look aomethtns Uka aa old .sweetheart? er ? friend ? of Mb>?. Were you ever In Iirattleboro. Vtr* A fiuah warmed her cheek, and a cense of houe warmed ber prim 1 speech, aa she confessed : "I came from there originally.** "80 did 1." said Ira l*athrop. lean !n? cloeer, and beaming Uke a big I nun: "1 doot auppoae you remember j Ira Latbropr* Tbe old maid stared at tbe bachelor j aa If ahe were trying to aee tbe box | aba bad known, through tbe maak thai : time bad modeled, on hla face. And ' tfcv-r. she w&a a girl again. and ber ! voice chimed aa she cried: j "Why, Ira!? Mr. JLatbrop! ? la it j Tonr* She gave him her hand ? both her hands, and be smothered them In one bis paw and laid tbe other on for extra warmth, aa be nodded hla aav age head and roared aa gentle aa a aucklns dove: "Well, well! Annie ? Anne ? Ml?? ! Gattle! What do you tblnk of that? ' Tbey gossiped acroaa tbe chaam of of years about people and things, and knew notblns of tbe excitement' ?o cloae to them, saw nothing of Chicago slipping back Into the dlatance, with lta many llghta shooting acroaa the windows like hurled torches. Suddenly a twinge of ancient Jeal ousy shot through the man'a heart, | recurring to old emotions. "So you're not married, Annie. Whatever became of that fellow who used to hang round you all the time?" "Charlie Selby?" She blushed at the THE WEDDING RING IS FOUND. wife, utterly confounded- Their con fusion by her final effort at comfort: "Well, ray dearB, I'll go back to my seat, and leave you alone with your j dear husband." "My dear what?" Marjorle mumbled inanely, and began to sniffle again. Whereupon Mrs. Temple resigned her to Mallory, and consigned her to fate with a consoling platitude: "Cheer up, ray dear, you'll be all right In the morning." Marjorle and Mallory's eyes met In one wild clash, and th#n both stared Into the window, and did not notice that the shades were down. CHAPTER XI. A Chance Encounter. While Mrs. TempLe waa confiding to her husband that tbe agitated couple in the next seat had Just come fYom a wedding-factory, and had got on while he was lost In tobacco land, the people in the neat on the other side of them were engaged In a little drama of their own. Ira Lathrop. known all who knew him hb a woman-hating snapplng^ur tie, was bo busily engaged trying to drag the farthest invading rice grains out of the back of his neck, that ho was lato In realizing hifl whereabout*. ' When ho ralse<| his head, hd found that he had crowded in(o a seat with nn uncomfortable looking woman, who crowded against tho window with old- j maidenly timidity. He felt some apology to be neces- ; sary, and ho snarled: "Disgusting : things, these weddings!" After ho hoard this, it did not sound entirely felicitous, fo he grudgingly ventured: ; "Kxc-r e me ? you married?" Slu- denied tho soft Impeachment j fo heartily that he softened a little: "You're a sensible woman. I guess 1 you r?nd I are tho only senslblo peo ple on i train." "It ? seems ? so," she giggled. It wns thp first, tlmo her spinstershlp j had been taken as material for a com- j pllment. Something In the girlish ! glgglo and tho strangely young smllo that swept twenty years from her i jpct jftd belled the silver lines Ift name, and thrilled at (Be luxury "off meeting jealousy. "Oh, he entered the church. He's a minister out in Ogden, Utah." "I always knew he'd never amount to much," was I^athrop's epitaph on his old rival. Then he started with a new twinge: "You bound for Ogdaa, too?" "Oh, no," she smiled, enraptured at the new sensation of making a man anxious, and understanding all in A flash the motives tbpt make coquettes. Then she told him her destination. "I'm on my way to China." "China!" he exclaimed. "8o'm II" She stared at him with a new thought, and gashed: "Oh, Ira ? are you a missionary, too?" "Missionary? Hell, no!" he roared. "Excuse me ? I'm an Importer ? Anns, I? I?" But the sonoroos swear reverberat ed In their ears like a smitten bell, and ho blushed for it, but could net 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 lack of anything better to do, was absent mindedly twisting Snoozleum's ears, while he, that pocket abridgment of a dog, In a well meaning efTort to di vert her from her evident grief, mad# a great pretense of ferocity, growling and threatening to bite her finger* off. The new ring attracted his spsp clal Jealousy. He was growing dis couraged at tho ill-success of his lm- ; perBonatlon of a wolf, and dejected) at being bo crassly ignored, when h?i suddenly became, In his turn, a cental*; of Interest. Marjorle was awakened from her tranco of inanition by tho porter** voice. Ills plantation voice was of^ dinarily as thick and sweet ns his own New Orleans sorghum, but now it had a bitterness that curdled the blood: " 'Bouse mo, but how did you-all git that theah dog in this heah cah?" "Snoozleums is always with ?ne," said Mariorle briskly, as if that' safe tied ft. and tuHSTTor confirmation to tbe dog himself, "aren't yuu. ! Snooxleuma?" "Well,** the porter drawled. UTlBf I to be graclou? wUh bis great power. "the rule* don't 'low no lire stock la ! the flee pin' cere, 'eeptla' humane." If ir Jo lie rewarded his oondeacen ?ton with a blunt: "Snoosleu ins I a more human than you are " "I p'surne he la." the porter ad mitted. "but he can't make up bertha. Anyway, the rules says docs goes wftb the baggage " Marjorte swept rules aside with a defiant: "1 don't care. I won't be separated from my Uaoorleuuis." She looked to Mallory for support, but be ?ti too sorely troubled with greater anxi*tlea to be capable of any action Tbe porter tried persuasion: "You betta leruine take him, the conduct a is wuss'a what 1 am. lie th'owed a couple of dog* out the window trip befo' last." "Tbe brute!" "Oh. yasnum, he Is a regulab brute. He juet loves to bear 'in splosh when thej light." Noting the shiver that shook tbe (frl, the porter offered a bit of con solation : "Better lemme 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, yassuru, he's death on trunks, but he's a natural born angel to dogs.** Well, If- I must, I must," she eobbed. "Poor little Snoozlewms! Can he come back and see me tomorrow V ! Marjorle's tears were splashing on the puzxled dog, who nestled cloee, with a foreboding of disaster. "I reckon p'haps you'd better visit him." "Poor dear little Bnoozleums ? good night, my little darling. Poor little child ? it's the first night he's slept all by his 'Ittle lonesome, and ? M Thft porter was growing desperate. patiently and urged: "I think 1 hear that conducta cornln'.'* The ruse succeeded. Marjorle falr^, ly forced the dog on him. "Quick ? hide him ? hurry!'* she gasped, and Hank on the seat completely crushed. "I'll be so lonesome without Snoozle* urns." Mallory felt called upon to remind ber of his presence. "I ? I'm here, Marjorle." She looked at him Just once ? at him, the source of all her troubles ? burled her head in -her 1 arms, and resumed her grief. Mallory stared at her helplessly, then rose , 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 hlB respect. "I must find a clergyman," he whis pered. "I'll be back the minute I And one, and I'll brjng him with me." The porter thought he wanted the dog bacC'?nd;;<(WW^h^d his pace'tllJ ?he re^ch^^tlie 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 nothln' 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 males 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. Hut poor Mallory, unable to recognize a clergy man so dyed-in-the-wool as Doctor Temple, sitting In the very next seat ? how 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 eyes, and he was talking to hit 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?* ? look of relief stole over the nw's features, followed doMljr by a scowl of Hounded vanity; "No, dauuB you, I doo'i kappw to U * prion. I have 9hmmn to bo well; II you had watched the no boards In Chicago during our run, you would not need to ask wbo I am!1? Msllory mumbled an apology and hurried on. Just overhearing bis r% & tlm's Aigb: "8ucb Is fams! " He saw two or tbras other clerical persons In tbat car, but feared to touch their shoulders. One man In the last seat beld, blm specially, and he hid In the turn of the corridor, Ju the hope of eavesdropping some clue. This man was bent snd scholastic of appearance, and wore heavy spec tacles and a heavy beard, wblcb Mai lory took for a guaranty that be wai not another actor., And be wss read ing what appeared to be printer's proofs. Mallory felt certadn tbat tbey were a volume of sermons. He I in gered timorously In Ute environs for some time before the man spoke at all to the dreary-looking woman at bis side. Tben the stranger spoke. And this is what he said and read: "J fancy tbls 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 cribed to him, that be disbelieved the Kgy pt lan theory of a life after ueath, and combated It as a heathenish su perstition. The Judaic idea of a fu ture existence was undoubtedly ao qulred from tbi Assyrians, during the captivity/ " He doubtless read much more, but Mallory fled to the next oar. There he found a man In a frock coat talk* Ing solemnly to another of equal solemnity. The seat next them was unoccupied, and Mailory dropped Into it, perking bis ears backward for ftews. "Was you ever !n Mollne?" one voice asked. "Was 1?" the other muttered. -Wasn't I run out of there by one of my audiences. T gtvtn* hypnotie demonstrations, and I had a run-in with one of my 'horses,' and he done me dirt. Right In the mld^ of one of his cataleptic trance*, be got down from the chairs wbere I had strotched him out and hollered: 'He's a bum faker, gents, and owes me two weeks' pay.' Thank Oawd. there was a back door openln* on a dark allejr leadln' to the switch yard. I caught a ca boose Just as a freight train was pull in' out." Mallory could hardly get strength, to rise and continue his search. On his way forward he met the conductor, crossing a vestibule between cars. A happy thought occurred to Mallory. He said: "Excuse me, but have you any preachers on board?** "None so far." "Are you sure?" "Positive." "How can you tell?" "Well, If a grown man offers mo a half-fare ticket, I guess that's a pret ty good stkn^iiln't It?" Mallory guessed that it was, and, turned back, hopeless and heJpIesa. CHAPTER XIII. Hostilities Begin. During Mallory'a absence, Marjorle had met with a little adventure of her own. Ira Lathrop finished his re encounter with Anne Qattle shortly after Mallory set out Btalklng 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 bertn. He realized that he was not alone. Somebody was alongside. He turned to find the great tear-spent eyes of Marjorle staring at htm. He rose with a recrudescence of his woman hating wrath, and dashing up the aisle, found the porter lust returning from the baggage car. He seized the black factotum and growled: "Say, porter, there's a woman in my berth." The pofter chuckled, tn credulous: "Woman in yo' berth f** "Yes ? get her out." "Yassah." the porter nodded, alfiT advanced on Marjorle with a gentle, *? 'Sense me. missus ? to" berth Is num ba one." don't care," snapped Marjorle. ?*1 won't take It"* "But thla un belongs to that gentle man." . "He. can have mine^-ours-^-Mr. Mai "QUICK ? HIDE HIM? HURRY!" $H E GASPED. end of the car. TUfcatMirtp arm# of t he seat/as tt <UiyU turn TW portw stared at fcsipl? i cfc?Tteu Then . pback aivl munnonwi r-i r><jko belt a put ber out." I^Mlbrop wttbtrKI the c?m one couUmpttww look, down the ?Uh with t 4eU grtmneee He took bis tlcki hi* pocket u a ctlnrhing Wott title, end thrust It out at H 8he gave It one indifferent gtai then her eyes end mouth puc* if she had munched a green woo. and a Ions low wsii Uk< tsnt engine- whistle, stole ttx> lips. Ira I^athrop stared at blank wrath, doddesed lrr? i and roared: __ "Agb. let her b**e it!" Tbe porter smiled triumphantly M said; M8be mj? you kin ha*.' 2 bortft-4 * ?? iMaUd ?i Ui? un<j*j ?. bor. Latbrop almost explode v. 2 idea. Now bo felt a hand on bu ? and turned to MO Little J 1 mala , lngton ?ro?rglm from hli berth an enormous am tie ; "Bay, Pop, hare you ie?i rl co-trap? Stick around till aha _ > But Latbrop flung away to" amoklng room. Little JUnmla to tbe Jovial negro: -Porter, porter." "I'm rlgbt by you." "What time d'you aay we fa i Reno?" "Mew nli?* of tbe fo'th day. Bah,? vj "Well, call me Juat before w? td In." Ami be rolled In. Ills laat , floated down the aisle and a* Little Jlmmle Wellington Just log from the Women's K0010, . she had sought nepenthe In more one of her exqulalte little cigar* familiar voice, familiarly bib smote her ear with amazement, a*jj beckoned the porter to ber anxlouify "Porter! Porter! Do you kaoi the name of the man who Just bo "No'm.** eald the porter, i rtdu he's bo broken up he alnt got uq name left." "Jt couldnt be," Mrs. Jlmmle iqum| ?^Things can be sometimes," biM the porter. ? ? ' "You may make tip my berth now," Bald Mr*. Wellington, forgetting tbfl Anne Oattle wan still there. Mrt Wellington battened to apologia, vU begged her to etay, but the spin?ui wanted to be far away from the dl* turblng atmosphere of divorce. 8t< was dreaming already with h?r ey? open, and she sank into number itj in a lotus-eater's reverie. Mrs. Wellington gathered things together and took up he bag, to return to the Women's just as Mrs. Whitcomb came fort) from the curtains of her own berth, where she had made certain preBfl iharles to disrobing, and put on I light, decidedly negligee negligee. 1 The two women collided la tha aisle, whirled on one another, as woa en do when they Jostle, recofnlsd each other with wild stares of amia^ merit, set their teeth, and simultaneous dash atong the-6orrUdd shoulder wrestling with shoukw They reached the door markil "Women" at the same instant, and N neither would have dreamed of ofyf lng the other a courtesy, yU Hf squeezed through together in t Xft kenny jumble. (TO BE CONTINUED) i J. T. Burdellf Surveyor and Engineer Camdtn, S. C. W. K.TAVEL CIVIL ENGINEER and LANI) SURVEYOR j Office over Rank of Sumter SUMTER, a G| We have just installed in our shop one of the largest and finest lathe* ever brought to Camden, and are now prepared to do any kind of repai( work on engines and m* chinery of all kinds. Mr W. O. Hay, who has h J years of experience in tM kind of work, is with u* and he will be glad ^ have his friends to call & him. ? : ? liAjpoA