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RUPERT HUQfll KCmtZlD rPOM THE COMB* Of THE SAME AAMI. T T T ?VMCpat* CWAIT^.R I ~ Mmit MlfllW ftp 1 > u, ft* M4 M*r- | y*rV 'a lw( Wrodk I of t? *??,"*<? tr**r ? mm*g ***'<'? -**?*? i <m tiU ??/ (? (JU CIWFXKK II inM j fa? iM+ion 4? w**?-r* pf/f1** h*# ? attfjr fltt* wJv *M EefflMfcaM* ?*d Irn I Lk(Jtl<f>, ? YmM? WHXW ?** ' fffAPTKJ* Ut.~<jTh* Un ?? Wetter tiiiM u*u}f.g v* u>* (irtiA f'UAiTKH IV rutn* HmiitW W?*- ; Ur.*iJs*. towrvt (w w * 4?*Of?. tr*i* lf< wavJJsb ctofxtttUsn. l^u*r Mr* Jim Mi i* ? ;?* " -?'. - ' ? A ? , CHAPTER V, ? ' ' A Quitr Amcnfl W^mtn. Mil* Ann* GafJK seated in Mrs, Jfmroie Wellington's scat, had not b?tr4 Mr. JJmmte WdncgV/o'i ?kcf<rfa of bti wife. Ttat ib? m?4?] hardly ; more fhait * jfUr?<? to satisfy herself that she an/ 5 Mr*. Jlrnmie were as " hopeUj**l7 antipathetic as only two po Ui? woin?j can be. Mrs, Jtmu*Se wii acoounted sozq*- : thing of a snob in Chicago ?octets, bat perhaps the mlasionary was & trifle the *?' bbfsber of the two when they met. Mis* Ga^k- cotjld overlook a hun jfted vlees In a Zulu queen more easily tha/s a few In a fellow coon fry woman. ! 8he din} not litre Mrs. Jimrnie, and she was proud of it. When the porter said, "I'm afraid j you got. tbl* lady? <eat/* MUl Oat- f. tie Shaft one glance at the Intruder / and rose stiffly. Then I suppose III have to ? " "Ob, please don't go, there's plenty ' of room/' Mm, Wellington insisted, pressing her to remain. Thla nettled | MIm Oat tie still more, bat she sank . back, while the porter piled up e*- ? pensive travail un burn and hat boxes ' till there wag hardly a place to alt. But even at that Mrp. Jlmmle felt j called on to apologize: ^ "I haven't brought much luggage. | How 1*11 ever live four day* with this, I can't imagine. Ijt will be such a re- j lief to get my trunks at Ileno." "Reno?" echoed Miss Oattle. "Dot vou live there?" ^ "Well/ theoretically, yen." "1 don't understand you." "I've got to live there to get it." "To get It? Oh!" A look of sudden and dreadful realization came over the xniisslon&ry. Mr?. Wellington inter J Immle Wciloyton. ( preted It with a nmilo of Kay defiance: "Do you bHleve In dl\*r?roee?" Anne Oat tie stuck to h<nr guns. '1. tnuHt say I don'L I think a law ought to be passed stopping tlwtan.'* "Bo do I," Mrs. Wellington amiably agreed, "and I hopo they'll i?hbh Just Buch n law ? <iftor I g*>t mlr*\" Then Bho ventured a Ilttio shaft o I her own. "You don't bellow tn divorcer. I judge you've never bean married." "Not once!" The splnater drew her ?elf up, but Mra. Wellington disarmed her with an unexpected bouquet: "Oh, lucky woman! Don't let any heartleaa man delude you into taking ! the fatal step." Anne Oattle was nothing If not bon ?at. She conieaaed frankly: "1 must ?ay thAt nobody baa made any violent ?fforta to oompol me to. Thai'* why I'm going to China." 'To China 1" Kn. Wellington Mined, hardly bellevtn* bar cars. ^My^arl You <V>n't inland to marry A Igu n dry man 1%, &, i "Th? Ida#! rim going m a miaaUm* $'v-v ? ?? ?>" - v, xx^r mrr " ? ' ' " *""" "A alMtoury? Wl ty Imv* Chica go?" Mr* WeiiiagW* ?;? wflwd isoro or Km eoavftaciagto ; "Ol, lo^ ly! Hoi w I *fco?ld doce mpm b*4*g a mMkmry, I r?*Ur tMok UMtHUrl grt ?y divorce I anight tort t try #1 It I had ttofH or a co?fitt? M being * missionary (MM be much wore ?x0ti?f." 0to if?-frtfau<l the drtam with ? ftbrvpt rtflft of tto hsad. "Ktfw mo. bat do you happen to hare ?A7 mnrtnf . "XfttdM'. I nmr carry (jhfao!" "Tl*f never fear* matches la ths women's room, and I've wed my last on*." MJm Cattle look another roef la her tight Hps. "Do you smoke cigarettes?" Mrs. WefllBft^n't echoed ftUgust with disgust: "Oh, no, lidnd. X loathe them. I bar# the mot dainty little cl?art. Did yon ever try oner* Ml* Cattle stiffened iotp one ffTfr mai Ion point: "Cigars! Me!" Mrs. Jimmie was #0 wen used to being disapproved of that It nevei disturbed her. Abe went on aa if the face opposite were not all re with hor ror: "I should think that cigars might be a great consolation to a lady mis slpnsry in the long lone hours of? - what do miselonarlee do when they'll not missionarylug?" "That depends." There wss something almost spirit* ual in Mrs. Jlmmie's beatific lodk: "1 can't tell yon what consolation my cigsra have given me in my troubles. Mr. Wellington objected? but th^n Mr Wellington objected to nearly every thing 1 did. That's why I am forced to this dreadful step." "Cigars?" ?> "Divorces." "Divorces!" "Well, this will be only my second ? my other was such a nuisance, t got that from Jimmie, too. Bat it didn't take. Then wo made up iw> married. Rather odd, having a second honeymoon with one's first husband. Dut remarriage didn't succeed any better. Jimmie fell off the water wagon with an awful splash, and ha quite misunderstood my ' purely pla tonlc interest in Sammy Whitcomb, a nice young fellow with a fool of a wife. Did you ever meet Mrs. Sammy Whitcomb ? no? Oh, but you fire a lucky woman! Indeed you are! Well, when Jimmie got jealous, I Just gave him up entirely. I'm running away to Reno. I Kent a note to my husband's club, saving that I had gone to Europe, und he needn't try to find me. Poor fellow, he will. Hell hunt the conti nent high and low for me, but all the while I'll Ik- In Nevada. Rather good Joke on little Jimmie, eh?" "Excruciating." "Hut now I must go. Now I inust go. I've really become quite addicted to them." "Divorces T* ."Cigars. Do stay her? till I come back. I have so much to say to you." Miss Gattle shook her head In de spair. She could understand a dozen heathen dialects better than the speech of so utter a foreigner as her fellow-countrywoman. Mrs. Jimmie hastened away, rather pleased at the shocks she had administered. She en Joyed her own electricity. In the corridor she administered an other thrill ? this time to a tall young man ? a stranger, as alert for flirtation as a weasel for mischief. H . huddled himself and his suitcases into as flat a space as possible, murmuring: "Theso corridors are so narrow, aren't they?" "Aren't they?" said Mrs. Jimmie. "So Borry to trouble you." "Don't mention it." She passed on, their glances fencing like playful foils. Then she paused: "Excuse me. Could you lend me a match? They never have matchea In the Women's Room." He succeeded In producing a box after much shifting of burdens, and ho was rewarded with a look and a phrase: "You have saved my life." He started to repeat his "Don't mention it," but it seemed inappropri ate, so ho said nothing, and she van ished behind a door. He turned away, saying to himself that it promised to be a pleasant journey. He was halted by another voice ? another woman's voice: \ "Pardon me, but Is this the car for Reno?" He turned to smll*, "I believe so!" Then his eyes widened as be recog nized the speaker. "Mrs. Sammy Whitcomb!" It promised to bo a curious Journey. CHAPTER VI. A Conspiracy In Satin. The tall man emptied one band of Its tuttcase to clatp the hand tha new comer granted him. Re held tt fa?t aa he exclaimed: 'Don't tell me that yon are bound for Reno I M She whim* pored: Tb afraid eo, Mr. ?ahton." He put down ererjthl** to ta*e her other hand, %nd taped hi% Tolce_ to dear fellow would nrwr dewy ac ur 1 thing. SMtmr Offered to est II Mm self, but I told Mm Wd better May te CUoc? ?ad slldl to kiliii i shall ?m4 mdk s lot of Too bod bo osuSdat ?Iftoy ** AsbtOO lUSftaai B?t tbo Irouy woo _ ? ? Sighed: fcT?i 1 shall miss fetal tor- 1 ?M;. Apt wo feared that if lo were with mo It might hamper mo te get Uac ? divorce on tbo frP?M|# of de ?? WOO trying to look cunm and thoughtful ood heartbroken, but the WM kantly plausible, for Mrs Sammy WMteomb could not possibly bare boon really esrusst qr really thoughtful; and her heart waa Quite 100 elastic to break. She- proved it failanfljr, lor whea she board behind ??f th? voice of a jronaf ??t'> fts^Tg bar to let Mm pass, oho tamed to pro test, but seeing that ho Waa a band ???o young man, her starch was In atantly changed to sugar. And she re warded bis good looks with a smile as he rewarded bars with another. Then Ash ton intervened like a dog i In tbo manger and dragged bar off to her seat, leaving the young man to exclaim: "Some tamarind, that!" Another young man behind him growled; ?*Cut out the tamarinds and get to business. Mai lory will bo here any. minute." "I hate to think what hell do to us when he sees yrhat we've done to him." "Oh, bo won't d are to fight In the presence of his little bridey-wldey. Do you see the porter In there?" "Yes, suppose ho objects." "Well, we have the tickets. Well claim it's our section till Mallory and Mrs. Mallory come." They moved on Into the car, where the porter confronted them When he eaw that they were loaded with bun dles of sll shapes and sixes, he waved them away with scorn : "The emigrant sleeps runs only Toosdays and Thursdays." From behind the first mass of Piacfe age? came a brisk military answers ' '"You black hound! About face? .forward march! Section number one." The porter retreated down the aisle, apologizing glibly. "'Scruse me for questioning' you, but you-all's baggage looked kind o' eccentric at first, ' The two young men dumped their parcels on the seats and began to un wrap them hastily. "If Mallory catches us, hell kill us," said Lieutenant Shaw. Lieutenant Hudson only laughed and drew out a long streamer of white satin ribbon. Its glimmer, and the glimmering eyes of the young man excited Mrs. Whit comb so much that after a little heal tance she moved forward, followed by the Jealous Asbton. 2' "Oh, what's up?" she ventured. "It looks like something bridal." "Talk about womanly lntuitionl" said Lieutenant Hudson, with an In gratiating salaam. And then they explained to her that their classmate at West Point, being ordered suddenly to the Philippines, had arranged to elope with his beloved Marjorle Newton; had asked them to get the tickets and check the baggage while he stopped at a minister's to "get spliced and hike for Manila by this trpln." Having recounted this plan in the full belief that it was even at that ixkk ment being carried out successfully, Lieutenant Hudson, with a ghoulish smile, explained: "Being old friends of the bride and groom, we want to fix their section up In style and make them truly comfort* able." "Delicious!" gushed Mrs. Whltcomh. "But you ought to have some rice and old shoes." ' ^ "Here's the rice," said Hudson. "Here's the old shoes," said Shaw. "Lovely!" cried Mrs. Wbitcomb, bat then she grew soberer. "I should think, though, that they ? the young oouple? ? ?fpould have preferred a stateroom." ^ "Of oourse," said Hudson, almost blushing, "but It was taken. This was the best we could do for them." M "That's why we want to make It nice and bride-like," said Shaw. "Pet* haps you could help us ? a woman's touch ? " * "on, ira love to," sne glowed, has trains into the section among the young men and the bundle*. The un? usual atlr attracted the porter's sus picions. He came forward with a look of authority: '"Sense me, but wha? - what's all thlsr ' "Vanish ? get out," said Hudson, poking a coin at him. As he turned to obey, Mrs. Whltoomb checked him with: "Oh, Porter, could you get us a hammer and some nails?" The porter almost blanched: "Good Lawd, Miss, you sln't allowln' to drlre nails in that woodwork, is you?" TttH woodwork was to him what the aha* ia to the priest But Hudfcu. resorting to. herolfi carry not W?* Iwt MctoOy fernery for a bridal _ Pi* "Brtie en^kMir cuu ft vote* Ilk* u wbo that had aoowhow be launkaUd te tiaoalt It w?j Jlamie WAltagum Mrfwg fox Bvor? sympathy. MWku? *U aboui bail* ?wpWr ~Why, here's Utile Buttercup!" sen g out jrouBf Bo4mp, looking si him U UMMd UB^Mt *IM I vD'aua* aoncMr M7 you're prepvlif for brtle eoipIT Untcttut Stew frlued 1 don'l know what you wsderatood, but tbat'f what we'r? doing " Immediately WeOtifUn'f great fat* began to churn and work Ilka a tflf eddy fa a river. Suddenly te waf weeping. TifW> theae tear*, cheat tlemen, bat I once? 1 waa once ? b-b-bride myaelf." "He looks lite a whole wedding par ty," waa Ash ton's only commeat ox the copious grief. It waa poor Welling ton's fata to hunt aa vainly for aym pathy aa Diogenes for booeaty. Tbej decorators either Ignored him 01 ?boated him aside. They were inter ested in a strange contrivance of rib bona and a box that Shaw produced. "That," Hudson explained. "la a lit ^ tie rice trap. We hang that up there and when the bridal couple sit dowr j ? biff! a shower of rice all over them it's bed. eh?" Everybody agreed that it was s happy thought, and even Jlmmie Wet lington, lite a great baby, bounding from tears to laughter on the instant, waa chortling: "A rishe trap? That'i abslootly splendid ? greates' invensh modern time*. I most stick around and see her . when she flops." And then be lurched forward like a too obliging elephant. "Let she help you.* Mrs. Whitcomb, who bad no* mounted a step ladder and poised her self aa gracefully as possible, shrieked with alarm, as she saw Wellington'! bulk rolling toward her frail support If Hudson and Shaw had not beec football veteran* at Wesi Point and had not known just what to do whec the center rush comes bucking tb? line, they could never have blocked that flying wedge. But tbey checked him and impelled him backward through bis own curtains Into his own berth. ? Finding himself on bis back, ho de cided to remain there. And there bo. remained, oblivious of the carnival preparations going on just outside his canopy. CHAPTER VII. * The Masked Minister. Being an angel must have this great advantage at least, that one may sit In the grandstand overlooking the earth : and enjoy the ludicrous blunder of j that great blind man's buff we call life. ' This night, if any angels were ; watching Chicago, the Mallory mix-up J must have given them a good laugh, ] or a good cry ? according to their na tures. Here were Mallory and Marjorle, still merely engaged, bitterly regret ting their inability to get married and to continue their Journey together. There in the car were the giggling conspirators preparing a bridal mock ery for their sweet confusion. Then the angels might have nudged one another and said: "Oh, It's all right now. There goes ; the minister hurrying, to their very la * shabby old had*. two stf Um m?wt|? OH mr sought a tiita. Thsy were not miser able like the Tom couple to I be U*l cab. They were white haired boffc. TVy M W? married for thirty ytart Tot this ?u ?kdr root hooey moot. their rati iltifwt. TM llUjk w?wi la the timid grey basnet dtfp?d her hands ud tittered like ? Mfcooifitri "Oh, Walter, I <u1 believe we're really cotsf to leave Ypetlanti for a while. Oh, but you've earned U after thirty years of btloi a preacher." "Ho?b Doot Jet ma beer you say the awful word." Mid the little old man la the little black hat and the close-fitting black Mb. "I'm no tired at it, Sally, 1 don't want anybody on the train to know it." 1 "They tilat help guesflag It, with your collar buttoned behind." then the amazing minister act? ually dared to say, "Here's where 1 change it around." Wbst's m Ore, he actahlly did It. Actually took off his collar and buttoned It to the front. The old carriage seemed almost to rock with the earthquake of the deed. "Why. Walter Temple!" bis wife ex claimed. "What 4?uld they say la YpsllanU?" They'll never know," ha answered, defiantly. 9 "But your bib?** she said. . *Tve thought of that, too," he cried, a a be whipped it off and stuffed it inio a handbag. "Look, what I've bought-" And he dangled before her startled eyee a long affair which the sudden light from a passing lamp-post re vealed. to be nothing. less than a flar ing red tie. Tbe old lady touched It to make sure she was not dreaming It Then, omitting further parley with fate, she snatched It away, put it round his neck, and, since her arms were em bracing him, kissed him twice before she knotted the ribbon into a flaming bow. She sat back and regarded the ? Mrs. Walter Temple. ?vision a moment, then flung her arms round him and hugged him till ht gasped: 0 "Watch out ? watch out. Don't crush my cigars." "Cigars! Cigars!" she echoed, in a daj&e, "A a tk ***** Is, go as far ta?9 sire tad III UtT? the coa* <2 He kept hie promise. too, 29 were bo sooner on the trA*ftl< J 17 bestowed in section ^ J wee up Md^of, 1 "Where ere you going r ^9 "To the emoklug room," fe 3 gered, brandishing e J tog dger. *1 "Oh, Walter," eke tnlckcna Wl like e young runaway. ' 1 "Too look Xthe one. Be to lei anybody know that yori?l he lowered hie Yoice? "an ?14 m| er*? wife." "I'm ae eehemed of it u ^ j ?he whispered. Then he three 3 kiae end a, wink. $he threw hla*9 and winked too. And he ?id| the aiale eyeing his < igar rintJ Aa he entered the smoking-room, jfl ed the weed and blew out ngn^ with n aigh of rapture, who ootid j| taken him, with hl& feet coduAl and his red tie rakiah'.y askewf3 minister? j And 8eUy herself wa* bu?y?JJ ing herself, loosening up h?r hairJ quettlshly, smiling the prlm*c?J of the s^t corners of her mouti 1 cHHn ? let the truth be told at all m ?even passing s pink-powdered jj over her pele cheeks with guilty 2 reptltlon. Thus arrayed she was soon JoM the conspirators bedecking the twi for the'Jpxpected bride and groom, f was tke youngest and most nisd ous of the lot. She felt herself an again, and wowed to protect tfcl?tj| little wife to come from too modi larity at thekands of the cotuplntf (TO BE CONTlNttfibj ^ We have just installed in our shop one of the] largest , and finest lathes J ever brought to Camdcnl and are now prepared toi do any kind of repair] work on engines and mail chinery of all kinds. MrJ W. O. Hay, who has ha|j years of experience in this ] kind of work, is with m and he will be glad toi have his friends to call dj| him. ? :? ? N. R. Go. J. T. Burdel purveyor and * Camden, S. C. Wood's See<f For 1012. 1 Our New Descriptive Cattj is fully up-to-date, and tclil' about die best Garden and1 Farm Seeds. Every farmer and should have a copy of B log, which has long been' nized as a standard at * for the full and comj * mafciOni t We are h< S w?