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GQMEDYOF TflE SAM? AAnL IMVaWfArJED FROM. ^L/UMRY W. ,WAOE; oopytftoMT *u ^ M.K.n-y ?YNOPtl*. CHAPTER 1. iAeut. Marry M?Uo ry tm ordered to the Philippine* He an.) Mar Jo ri?: Newton deride to elope. but wreck of taxlcub prevents their seeing minister ea tbe way to the train. v?iuuriu?> inu? la taking on passengers. Porter hfta a lively time with an Englishman and Ira Latbrop, a Yankee buaineea man. CHAPTER III.? The alopera have an axel tiny time getting to the train, CHAPTER IV.? "I J tt la Jlmmle" Wei ll njrton, bound for Reno to get # divorce, boarda train in maudlin condition. Later Mr*. Jlmmle appear* CHAPTER V.? Uhe la aJao bound for Bono with ?ame object. likewise Mre. gammy W hi too nib. CHAPTER VI.? Latter hlamea Mrs. Jlmmle for her marital troubles. Clase matca or Mellory decorate bridal berth. CHAPTER VII.? Rev. and lira. Temple ?tart on a vacation. They decide to cut looee and Temple removes evidence of his cattinf. CHAPTER VIIL-MarJo/te deddea to Ut Mallory proceed alone, but < train Marts while they are lost in farewell. CHAPTER IX.? Passengers Join Mal Jory's claaamatea In giving oouple wed ding haring. CHAPTER X.? Marjorie la distracted over their situation. CHAPTER XI.? Ira Lathrop, woman Siatlng bachelor, diacovera an old aweet neart. Anne Qattle, a fellow paaaenger. CHAPTER XII.? Mallory vainly hunts for a preacher among the paaaengers. CHAPTER XIII.? Mrs. Wellington Jisars Little Jlmmle'a voice. Later she meets Mrs. Whitcomb. CHAPTER XIV.? Mallory reporta to Marjorle his failure to And a preacher. CHAPTER XV.? They decide to pretend a^ quarrel and Mallory flnda a vacant CHAPTER XVL^-Mra. Jlmmle dlaoov srs Wellington on the tra CHAPTER XVII.? Mallory agah an unsuccessful hunt for a preac .CHAPTER XVIII.? I>r. Temple poees as a physician. Mrs. Temple la induced by Mre. Wellington to smoke a cigar. CHAPTER XIX. Foiled I It was late in the forenoon before ? the train came to the end of Its iron furrow across that fertile space be tween two of the world's greatest riv ers, which the Indians called "Iowa/* nobody knows exactly why. In con trast with the palisades of the Missis sippi, the Missouri twists like a great brown dragon wallowing In congenial mud. The water Itself, as Bob Bur dette said, Is so muddy that the wind blowing across it . raises a cloud of dust. A sonorous bridge led the way into Nebraska, and the train came to a halt at Omaha. Mallory and Marjorle got out to stretch Jthelr legs and their dog. If they had only known that the train was to stop there the quarter of an hour, and if they had only known some preacher there and had had htm to the station, the ceremony could have been consummated then and there. The horizon was fairly saw-toothed with church spires. ' There were preachers, preachers everywhere, and not a dominie to do their deed. After they had strolled up and down the platform, and up and down, and up and down till they were fain of their cramped quarters, again, Mar jorle suddenly dug her nails Into Mal lory's arm. "Honey! look ? look!" Honey looked, and there before their very eyes stood as clerical a looking person as ever announced a strawberry festival. Mallbry stared and stared, till Mar jorle said: "Don't you see? stupid! it's a preacher! a preacher!" "It looks like one," was as far as Mallory would commit himself, and he Was turning away. He had about come to the belief that anything that looked dike a parson was something else. But !MarJorie whirled him round again, rwlth a Bhrlll whisper to listen. And lie overheard in tones addicted to the jralplt: "Yes, deacon, I trust that the har rvest will be plentiful at my new church. It grieves mo to leave the idear brothers and Bisters in the Lord tin Omaha, but I felt called to wider .pastures." And a lady who was evidently Mrs. Deacon spoke up: -"Well miss you terrible. We all jsay you are the best pastor our church lever had." Mallory prepared to spring on hla .prey find drag him to 'his lair, but , Marjorle held him back. "He's taking our train, Lord blest his dear old soul." And Mallory could have hugged him. But lie kept dose watch. To the rap ture of the wedding-hungry twain, th? preacher shook hands with such of hit flock as had followed him to the sta tion, picked his valise and walked up to the porter, extending his ticket But the porter said ? and Mallory icoud have throttled him tor saying it: ?"flense me, poeson, but that's yo* train ova yonda. You betta more right smaht, for it's gettia' ready to poll out." , r '???' WlUi a lUUe shriek of dismay, th? parson clutched bis valise and set ofl at a run. Mai lory dashed after bin and Marjorlw. after MalJory. The* shouted as they ran, but tbe conductoi of tbe east-bound train sang out "A1 aboard 1 " and swung on. Tbe parson made a sprint and caught the ultimate rail of tbe moving train. Mai lory made a frantic leap at a flying coat-tall and missed. As bs and Msrjorle stood gazing reproach fully at the train which was giving a beautiful illustration of tbe laws of re treating perspective, they beard wild howls of "Hil hi!" and "Hay! hay!" and turned to see their own train in motion, and tbe porter dancing a Zulu step alongside. CHAPTER XX. Foiled Again. Mallory tucked Marjorie under bit arm and Marjorie tucked Snoosleums under hers, and they did a- aort of three-legged race down the platform. The porter wm pale bine with excite' ment, and it waa with the last gasp of breath In all three bodlea that they acrambled up the atepa of the only open vestibule. ' The porter wasmad enough to give them a piece of his mind,' and they were meek enough to take It without a word of explanation or reaentment. And the train sped on Into the heart of Nebraaka, along the unpoetlo valley of the Platte. When lunch* time came, they ate It together, but In gloomy alienee. They aat In Mar Jorle's berth throughout the appalling ly monotonia afternoon In a atupor of diaappolntment and helpleaa dejec tion, speaking little and saying noth ing then. Whenever the train stopped, Mal lory watched th? on-getting paasen gera with his keenest eye. He had a theory that since moat people who .looked like preachers were decidedly lay, it might be well to take a gam bler's chance and accoat the leaat ministerial person next 'his frantic anxiety, he select-' ed a horsey-looking Individual who got on at North Platte. He looked so much like a rawhlded ranchman that Mallory stole up on him and asked him to excuse him, but did he happen to be a clergyman ? The man replied by aaklng Mallory if he happened to be a flea-bitten maverick, and embel-< Halied hla question with a copious flow of the words ministers use, but with a secular arrangement of them, fn fact he split one word in two to Insert a double-barrelled curse. All that Mal lory could do was to admit that he was a flea-bitten what-he-said, and back away. 1 After that, if a vicar in full uni form had marohed down the aisle heading a procession of choir-boys, Mallory would have suspected him. He vowed in his haste that Marjorie might die an old maid before he would approach anybody else on that sub ject. Nebraska would have been a nice long state for a honeymoon, but its four hundred-odd miles were a dreary length for the couple so near and yet so far. The railroad clinging to the meandering Platte made the way far longer, and Mallory and Marjorie left like Pyramus and Thisbe wandering along an eternal wall, through which they could see, but not reach, one another. They dined together as dolefully as if they had been married for forty years. Then the slow twilight soaked them in its melancholy. The porter lighted up the car, and the angel s llghed up the stars, but nothing light ed up their hopes. "We've got to quarrel again, my be loved," Mallory groaned to Marjorie. Somehow they were too dreary even to nag one another with an outburst for the benefit of the eager-eyed pas sengers. A little excitement bestirred them as they realized that they were con fronted with another night-robeless night and a morrow without change of gear. "What a pity that we left our things in the taxicab," Marjorie sighed. And this time she said, "we left them/* In stead of "you left them." It was very gracious of her, but Mallory did not acknowledge the courtesy. Instead he gave a start and a. gasp: "Good Lord, Marjorie, we never paid the second taxicab!" "Greet heavens, how shall we ever pay him? He's been waiting there twenty-four hours. How much do you suppose we owe him?" "About a year of my pay, 1 guess." "You must "tend him a telegram of apology and ask^n? to read hla meter. He waa such feoiice mah ? the kindest eyes?for a chaWTeur." "But how can I teleg\?h him? I, don't know his name* or* number, or hla company, or anythliwn "It'a too bad. Hell go W. j|f* hating us and thinking wA . :i . ? , M , And then th?y forgot him t?npor*H ly for themor# immediate need of clothes. AU the passengers bow that tb*y bad l?fi behind what baggage ihey had not sent ahead; and much sympathy had been expressed. But most people would rather giro yon tbeir sympathy than laud you their clot ben. Maitory did not mind the men, but Marjorie dreaded the wom en, She wai afraid of all of then but Mra. Temple. r zr t;' She threw herself on the Utile lady's mercy and waa a?ked to haljp herself. She borrowed a nightgown if extraor dinary simplicity, a shirt walat of an ancient mode, and a number of other things. if there had been anyone there A aee aha would bare made a moat ana chronistic bride. ? Mallory canvassed the men. and ob tained a shockingly purple shirt from Wedgewood, who meant to pot him at hla ease/but somehow felled when be said In answer to Mallory'* thanks: "Clod bleaa my soul, old top, don't you think, of thanking me. 1 ought to thank you. Tou see, the Idiot who makes my sblrts, made tluU' by mis take, and I'd be no end grgleful If you'd jolly well take the loathsome thing off my hands. I mean to say, 1 shoudn't dream of being aeon in it myself. You -quite understand, don't you?" Aahton contributed a maroon atro city In hosiery, with equal tact: "If they fit you, keep 'em. ' I got ffting on that batch of eocluL That pair was originally lavender, but they -wapbed like that Keep 'em. I wouldn't bo fonnd dead In 'eat* " The mysterious Fosdick, who lived a lonely life In the Observation car and slept In the other sleeper, lent Mallpry a pair of pyjamas evidently intended for a bridegroom of romantic disposition. Mai lory blushed aa be ao cepted them and when he found him* self In them, be whisked out the light, be was so ashamed of himself. Once more the whole car gaped at the unheard of behavior of Its newly wedded pair. The poor porter bad been hungry for a bridal couple, but aa b# went about gathering "up the cast^ff footwear of his large family and found Mallory's shoes at number three and Marjorle's tiny boots at number five, he<^ shook his. bead and groaned. "Times has suttainly changed for the wuss, If this Is a bridal oouple, gimme divorcees." CHAPTER XXI. Matrimony to and Fro. And the next morning they were in Wyoming ? well toward the tenter of that State. Tbey bad left behind the tame levels and the truly rural towns and they wefe among foothills and moi^ntains, passing cities 6f wildly picturesque repute, like Cheyenns, and Laramie, Bowie, and Medicine Bow, and | Bitter Creek, whose very names Imply literature and war whoops, cow boy yelps, barking revolvers, another redskin biting the dust, cattle stam pedes, town-palntlngs, htimorous lynchings and bronchos In epileptic frenzy. But the talk of this train was con cerned with none of these wonders, which the novelists and the maga zlnlst have perhaps a trifle overpub lished. The talk of this train was con cerned with the eighth wonder of the world, a semi-detached bridal couple. Mrs. Whltcomb was eager enough to voice the Bentlment of the whole pop ulace, when she looked up from her j novel in the observation room and, nudging Mrs. Temple, drawled: "By the way, my dear, has that bridal | couple made up its second night's quarrel yet?" "The Mallorys?" Mrs. # Temple, flushed as she answered, mercifully. "Oh, yes, they were very friendly again this morning." Mrs. Whltcomb's countenance was cynical: "My dear, I've been married twice and I ought to know something about honeymoons, but this honeyfess honeymoon ? she cast up her eyes and her hands in despair. The women were so concerned abOijlJ Mr. and "Mrs.'\->Mallory, that tbey^J hardly noticed the uncomfortable plight of the Wellingtons, or the curi- 1 ous behavior of the lady from the stateroom who seemed to be afraid of something and never spoke to any* body. The strange behavior of Anne Gattle and Ira Lathrop even escaped much comment, though they were for ever being stumbled on when anybody went out to the observation platform. When they were dislodged from there,. | they sat playing checkers and talking very little, but making eyes at one an other and sighing like furnaces. Tl\ey had evidently concocted sortie secret of their own, for Ira, looking at his watch, murmured sentimentally to Anne: "Only a few hours morejfcj Annie." And Anne turned geranium -color and dropped a handful of checkers. *1 don't know how I can face it." Ira growled like a lovesick lion:x "Aw, what do you care?" "But 1 was never married before*] Ira,">Anne protested, "and on a train, too." ?: "Why, all the bridal couples take to the railroads." wW "I should think It would be the Inst* place they'd go," said Anne ? a sensible woman, Anne! "Look at the Malloriee ? how miserable tbey are." "I thought they were happy," said Ira, whose great virtue It was to little heed to what waa none of tattf business. "Oh, Ira," cried Anne, "I hope ni shan't begin to Quarrel- aa soon aft' are married." "A* if anybody could quarrel ,/Sl.r" >b. Her spuak delighted .him word*. lie vbUlMtjred : "Ann*, you're so gol-tiaraed sweet If I don't net a chance to kiss you. III bust." "Why, Ira? we're on (be tni#." "Da ? darn the train! Who ever beard of a feHow yropoiUi end i?tr' ting encased to a girl and not even kissing bee." "Hut our omiawt ftp ?o short." "Well, I'm not going to marry you until I get a kiss." Perhaps Innocent 61d Anne really believed this, blood-curdling threat. It brought her Instantly to terms, though she blushed: "But everybody's al ways looking.** " ' , "Come out on the observation plat, form." "Ob, Ira, agalnf "I dare you/' "I take you ? but" seeing that Ifrs. Whitcomb was trying to overhear, she whispered: "Let's pretend it's the scenery. So Ira rose, pushed the checkers sside, and saia in an ouu?u?i:y posi tive tone: "Ah. Miss Qattle, won't you have a look at the landacapef" "Oh, thank you, Mr. Latbrop," said. Anno, "1 Juat love scenery." They wandered forth like the Sleep ing Beauty and ber princely awaken sr, and never dreamed what gigglings and nudglngs and wise bead-noddings went on back of them. Mrs. Wellington laughed loudest of all at the lovers whose heads bad grown gray while their hearts were still so green. It was shortly after this that the Wellingtons themselves came into prominence In the train life, As the train approached Green River, and its copper-basined atresia, the engineer began to aet the air brakea for the stop. Jlmmie Welling ton, boocily half-awuke in the amok lng room, wanted to know what the name of the station was. Everybody la always eager to oblige a drunken man,, so Asbton and E>?sdlck tried to get a window open to look out. The first one they labored at, they could not budge after a biceps-break ing tug. The second flew up with such ease that they went orer backward. Ashtod put his bead out and an nounced that the approaching depot waa labelled "Green River." Welling ton burbled: "What a beautiful name for a shtation." * Ashton announced that there Was something beautlfuller still on the platform ? "Oh, a peach! ? a nectarine! and she's getting on this train." Even Doctor Temple declared that she was a dear Utte thing, wasn't she? Wellington pushed him aside, say lng: "8tancf back Doc, and let me See; t have a, keen sense of beau'ful." "Be careful/' 'cried the doctor, "he'll fall out of the window." "Not out of that window," Ashton sagely observed, seeing the bulk of Wellington. As the train started off again. Little Jlmmie distributed alco holic smiles to the Oreen Rlverers on the platform and called out: "GoodTbye, everT>ody. You're all abslootly ? ow ? ow!" He clapped his hand to his eye^and crawled back Into, the car; groaning with pain. "What's the matter?" said Wedge wood. "Got something in your eye?" "No, you blamed fool. I'm trying to look through my thumb." ' , "Poor fellow!" sympathized Doctor Temple, "it's a cinder V* "A cinder! It's at leasht a ton of coal." say, old boy, let me have a peek," said Wedgewood, screwing In his mon ocle and peering into* the depths of Wellington's eye. "I can't see a bally .thing." "Of course not, with that blinder on," growled the miserable wretch, weeping in spite of hitfiself and rub bing his smarting orb. "Don^nib that eye," Ashton coun selled, "rub the other eye." "It's my eye; IU rub it if I want to. Get. me a doctor, somebody. I'm dying." "Here's .Doctor Temple," said Ash ton, "right on the job." Wellington turned to the old clergyman with pa V he tic trust, and the deceiver writhed In his disguise. The best he could { think of was: "Will somebody lend me a lead. pencil?" ">Vhat for?" said Wellington, un easily. "I am going to roll your upper lid up on it," said the Doctor. "Oh, no, you're not," said the pa tient. "You can roll your own lids!" Then the conductor, still another Conductor, wandered on the scene and asked as if, it were not a world-impor tant matter: "What's the matter ? pick up a cinder?" :"Yes. Perhaps you can get it out," the alleged doctor appealed. -1 The conductor nodded: "The best way is this ? take hold of the wick ers." "The whit?" mumbled Wellington. "Grab the winkers of your upper eyelid in your right hand-?" . , "I've got 'em." i i "Now grab the winkers of your low '"?r eyelid in yonr left hand. Now raise the right hand, push the under lid under the overlid and haul the overlid over the underlid; when you have the overlid well over the un der-" . vp Wellington waved him away: "$ay, what do you think I'm trying to dot stuff'a mattress? Get out of ipy way. 1 want my wife-? lead me to my wife." "An exoellent Idea," said Dr. Tem* pie, who had been praying for a recon ciliation. H# guided Wellington with difficulty to the observation room and, finding Mrs. Wellington at the desk as usual, he began: "Oh, Mrs. Wellington/ may i I introduce yon to your husband" Mrs. Wellington rose haughtily, I? reus rere&ii ^ i i t || i i ? T ? ?- ? - ?'Lucre*la!" "What's "I'm far from well. But don't i ry. My lire Hwuidm is paid up." J "Oh, my poor lit tlo darling" Mrs. Jimmle fluttered. "What on earth all* i you I" iurn<?4 Jto th? doctor. L "Is j he going to die?" 1 think not," said the doctor. "It's] only a bad caae Of dnder-intbe-eye4 mp*m Thus reaaaured. Mrs. Wellington west into the patient's eye with her handkerchief. "Is that the eye?" she naked.'" "No!" he howled, "the other one." 8be went into that and cam# out ] with the cinder. ?There! It's jhst a tiny speck." Wellington regarded the mote with amazement. "Ia that all? It felt as If \ bad PJke's Peak in my eye." Then be waxed tender. "Ob, Lucretia, how can I ever ? *' But she drew away with a disdain ful! "Give me back my band, pleaae/ "Now. Lucretia," he probated, "don't you think you're carrying this pretty far?' "Only as far aa Beno," she answered grimly, which stung him to retort: "You'd better take the beam out of your own eye, now that you've taken the cinder out of mine," but she, not ing that they were the center of Inter* est, observed : "All the passengers are enjoying this, my dear. You'd better go bach; to the cafe." Wellington regarded her with a re vulsion to wratb. He thundered at her: "1 will go back, but allow me to inform you, my dear madam, that I'll not drink another drop? just to snr? prise you.' Mrs. Wellington shrugged her shoul ders at this ancient threat and Jlmmie I stumbled back to his lair, whither the men followed him. Feeling sympathy ? in the atmosphere, Little Jlmmie felt] impelled to pour out bla grief: "Jellmen, p a brok'n-beartless man. Mrs. Weirn'ton is a queen among women, but she baa temper of | tarant ? r Wedgewood broke in: '1 say, old boy* you've carried this ballast for three dayB now, wherever did you get it?" Wellington drew himself up proud ly for a moment before he slumped back Into himself. "Well, you see, when I announced to a few frienda that I was about to leave Mrs. Wei* l'n'ton forever and that I was going out to ? to ? you know.' "Bfenp. We know. Well?" "Well, a crowd of my friends got up a farewell sort of divorce breakfast ? and some of 'em felt so very sad about my divorce that they drank a little too much, and the rest of my friends felt so very glad about my divorce, that they drank a little too much. And, of course, I had to join both parties/' "And that breakfast," said Ash ton, "lasted till the train started, eh?" Wellington glowered * back triumph* antly. "Lasted till the train started? 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