The Camden chronicle. (Camden, S.C.) 1888-1981, June 24, 1912, Image 6
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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?
Jell men, that breakfast, is going yetl*
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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It doe* away with all strmi
eyesight which the old-styty;
line type Imposes. Prlntyp*
life and style and character
typewritten correspondence,
makes every lettter, every |
er/il, tevery (jharactcr "a. ,
M* ? ?
The (^mjttete story of Prlj
has never before been told. ]
It 1b:
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The Real Story of
PRINTYPE
The idea from which
type'* sprung resulted from S
nucleus of our type experts 1
equipping a typewriter used j
our offices to write "The 011*3
Typewriter" in our famous lrt&
mark type just as the name
pears on the outside of tbe M
chine and in all Oliver mX
Uelty, fl
v The beautiful appearance am
the marvelous clearness of tb
reproduction of our "ebon?
trade-mark type, disclosed ?j
possibilities of equipping Tbe 01
Iver Typewriter to write js
entire English language in &hajj
ed letters!
We worked for years ou tb
plan, and finally succeeded J
producing, for exclusive use a
- The Oliver Typewriter, the *
derf ul shaded letters and mi
als known to the world as "f
type."
The Public'* Verdict
That the public Is oyer
ingly in favor of Printype Is L
presSively shown by this fact:']
Already over 75 per ca
our entire output of Oliver 1
writers mrp "Prtntypes."
The public is demanding
type in preference to the
style type. TiJ
Within a year, at the pi
rate, ,90 per cent of otur
sales wiil be^ Printypes.1
Thus Thp Oliver Typ,,
which first successfully 1W
ed visible writing, is again J
the fore with another revolutia
ary improvement ? Printype, ^
type that prints print! ?
To CorRorfttioni^
The Oliver Typei&l
extensively . by great concei
all sections ^of the world.
' ' 1 7-Cents-a-Day' ' Plan i?*
signed to help that large
of typewriter buyers who
the same typewriter that
the great corporations,
fer the jpasy system oft i
The masses want The
Typewriter because it stan^
test of the largest corporal
Meet "Printype"?
You'll Like it* Looks
AakforJJpecimeiiJI
"17-Cents-a-Day" Plan.
Make the acquaintance of
?type, th? reigning fav<
typewriterdom.--- Ask fc
' ter written on The Prin
Wer Typewriter, which'
troduce you to this beaut
> typo. Wo will also be
hto forward the "17-Cent
PlAn on request. Addr
' Department.
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