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RUPERT HUGHES WMLIZED FROM THE COMEDY OF THE SAME M\ I. T T T IUUSTRATED ERUM, PMOIOCiKAPHS OF THE PLAY AS KROPUCeD JgSc /lENior W. SAVAGE-,. f 1 . ' OOPYAnciMT lytl M.K.fXV CO ?YNOMI*. ClfAI'TKH 1." Ueut. Harry Mallory Is ordered to the Philippines. He and Mar Jorte Newton decide to elope, but wreck of taxlcab prevent* their toeing minister on the way to the train. CHAPTER II. ?Transcontinental train (? taking on passenger*. Porter has ft lively time with an Englishman and Ira J^athrop, a Tank** busineae men. CHAPTER III? The elopers have an exciting time vetting to the train. CHAPTER IV.?'Uttle Jlmmle" Wel lington, bound for Ileno to get a divorce, boards train In maudlin condition. I>ater Mrs. Jlmmle appoara CHAPTER V.? She is alao bound for JReno with same object. Ukewlaa Mra Barn my Whltcomb. CHAPTER VL? letter blames Mra. Jlmmle for her marital troubles. Clase mates of Mallory decorate bridal berth. CHAPTER VIL? Rev. and Mra. Temple start on a vacation. They decide to cut loose and Tempfc removes evldenoe of bis calling. CHAPTER VIII,? Merlorle decides to let Mallory proceed alone, but train ?tarts while they are lost In famrwell. CHAPTER Ix:-Paaaen*ers Join Mal Jory's classmates In giving couple wed- j OUng basing. CHAPTER X.? Marjorle la distracted over their situation. CHAPTER XI.? Ira I>athrop, woman gating bachelor, dlecovers an old sweet heart, Anne Gattle, a fellow paaaenger. CHAPTER XII.? Mallory vainly hunts tor a preacher among the paaeengers. CHAPTER XIII.? Ur*. Wellington shears L>1ttle Jlmmle's voice. Later she meets Mrs. Whltcomb. CHAPTER XIV.? Mallory reports to Ddarjorie his failure to And a preacher. CHAPTER XV.? They decide to pretend A quarrel and Mallory finds a vacant berth. CHAPTER XVL? Mrs. Jlmmle discov ers Wellington on the train. & CHA1TER XVII. ? Mallory again makes sua unsuccessful hunt for a preacher. , CHAPTER XVIII.? I>r. Temple poses as a physician. Mrs. Temple ft Induced by Mrs. Wellington to smoke a cigar. CHAPTER XIX? Bight of preacher on ,a station platform ralaes Malta j^e hopes, but he takes another train. CHAPTER XX.? Missing band baggage ?compels the fcouple to borrow ftoin pa a laengers. CHAPTER XXI.--Jlmmlo get a a cinder In his eye and Mrs. J I mmlo gives flrst ald. Coolness is then resumed. CHAPTER XXII.? Still no clergyman. More borrowing. CHAPTER XXIII? Dr. Temple puzuled by behavior of different couples. CHAPTER XXIV. The Train Butcher. Mallory was dragging out a miser able existence with a companion who was neither maid, wife, nor widow and to whom he was neither bachelor, husband, nor relict. They were suffering brain-Jag from their one topic of conversation, and heart-fag from rapture deferred. Mar Jorie had pretended to take a nap and Mallory had pretended that he would leave her for her own sake. Their contradictory chains were be ginning to gall. Mallory sat in the smoking room, and threw aside a half-finished cigar. Life was Indeed nauseous when to bacco turned rank on his lips. lie watched without interest the stupen dous scenery whirling past the train; granite ravines, Infernal grotesques of architecture and diablerie, the Giant's Teapot, the Devil's Slide, the Pulpit Rock, the Hanging Rock, splashes of mineral color, as If titanlo paint pots had been spilled or flung against the cliffs, sudden hushes of green pine-worids, dreary graveyards of Band and sagebrush, mountain streams in frothing panics. His Jaded soul could not respond to any of these thrillers, the dime-nov els and melodramatic third-acts of na ture. Hut with the arrival of a train boy, who had got on at Evanston with a batch of Salt I>ake City newspa pers, he woke a little. The other men came trooping round, like sheep at a herd-boy's whistle or chickens when a pan of grain Is brought Into the yard. The train "butcher'' had a nasal sing-song, but his strain might have been the Pled Piper's tune emptying Hamelln of lta grown-ups. The charms of flir tation, matrimonial bliss and fem inine beauty were forgotten, and the males flocked to the delights of stock market reports, political or racing or dramatic or sporting or criminal news. Even Ashton braved the eyes of his fellow men for the luxury of burying hta nose in a fresh paper. "Papers, gents? Yes? No?" the train butcher chanted. "Salt Lake pa pers, Ogden papers, all the latest pa pers, comic papers, magazines, pe- ; rlodlcals." ".Here, boy/' said Ashton, snapping his fingers, "what's the latest New York paper?" "Last Sat'day's." "Six days old? I read that before 1 Jeft New York. Well, give me that Salt Lake paper. It hai yesterday's * stock market, I suppose." , . "Ym. sir." He pee eed over the a sheet and made change, without abat ing bla monody: "Paper., genu. Ye?? No? Salt Luke pa?" "Wbasb latesh from Chicago?" said Wellington/ "Monday's." "I read that before? that breakfast 't'gaft, laughed Little Jimmle, "Well give me Halt Lake Bazoo. It has bash* ball news, I s>ose." ,*r'" the butcher answered. aD.^ 10,16 grew "'???rent as he ?ald: The Giants won. Mr. Mattyson was pitching. Papers, gents, all the latest papers, magazines, periodicals" Uedgowood extended a languid hand: What's the latest issue of the London Times V "Never heard of It." Wedgewood almost fainted, and re turned to his Baedeker of the United States. Dr. Temple summoned the lad: "I don't suppose you have the Ypsllantl Eagle?" * ^ Bm The butcher regarded him with pity, and sniffed: "I carry hewspapers, not ! poultry." | "Well, give me the?" .he saw a pink weekly of rather picturesque ap pearance, and the adventure attracted him. "I'll take this? also the Out look." He folded the pink within the green, and entered into a new and startling world ? a sort of Journalistic Blummlng tour. "Give me any old thing," said Mai lory, and flung open an Ogden Joul* nal till be found the sporting page, where his eyes brightened. "By Jove, a ten-inning game! Matthewson In the box!" - "Mattie is most lntelleckshal pitch er in the world," said Little Jimmle. and 4hen everybody disappeared be hind paper ramparts, while the butch er lingered to explain to the porter the details of the great event About thte time, Marjorie, tired of her pretence at slumber, strolled into the observation car, glancing into the men's room, where she saw nothing but newspapers. Then Mrs. Welling ; ton saw her, and smlied: "Come in ! and make yourself at home." Thanks," said Marjorie, bashfully, I i "I was looking for ray ? my ? " i "Husband?" "My dog." "How 1h he this morning?" "My dog?" "Your husband." "Oh, he's as well as could be ex pected." "Where did you get that love of a waist?" Mrs. Wellington laughed. "Mrs. Temple lent It to me iBnt It sweet?" "Exquisite ! The latest Ypsllantl mode." Marjorie, suffering almost more acutely from being badly frockod than from being duped In her matrimonial hopes, threw heraeLT on Mrs. Welling ton's mercy. "I'm so unhappy In this. Couldn't you lend me or Bell me something a little smarter?" I "I'd love to, my dear," said Mrs. i Wellington, "but I left home on short notice myself. I shall need all my divorce trousseau In Reno. Otherwise ?I ? but hefe's your husband. You two ought to have some place to spoon. I'll leave you this whole room." And she swept out, nodding to Mai I lory, who had divined Marjorle's presence, and felt the need of being near her. though he also felt the need of finishing the story of the great ball game. Husbandlike, he felt that he was conferring sufficient courtesy In throwing a casual smile across the top of the paper. Marjorie studied his motley garb, and her own, and groaned: We're a sweet looking pair aren't we?" "Mr. and Miss Fit," said Mallory, j from behind the paper. Oh, Harry, has your love grown | cold?*' she pleaded. "Marjorie. bow can you think such a thing?** still from behind the paper. ! "Well. Mrs. Wellington said we ought to have some place to spoon, l and she went away and left us, and? there you stand ? and ? " This pierced even the baseball news, and he threw his arms around her with glow of devotion. She snuggled closer, and cooed: j "Aren't we having a nice long engage* ment? We've traveled a million j miles, and the preacher isn't in sight ! yet. What have you been reading*? . wedding announcements ?" "No ? 1 wa? reading about the most I wonderful exhibition. Mattie was In the box ? and in perfect form." Mattie?" Marjorie gasped unea* Uy. "Mattie!" he raved, "and in perfect j form." And now the hidden serpent of Jeal ousy, which promised to enliven thel? future, lifted Its head for the first time, and Mallory caught his first glimpse of an unsuspected member of their household. Marjorie demand ed with an ominous chill: "And who's Mattie? . Some former sweetheart of you rnT "Uj dta t" laughed Mallory. But Marjorle wu up anf} uwuy, with apt temper; "80 Mattle was In Jha bo*, wai she? What If It to you. where she sits? You dare to read about tyer and rave over ber perfect form, while you neglect your wife?or your? ob. wbat ain 1# anyway?" MaUory Htared at ber In amaze ment.' lie wai beginning to learn Wbat Ignorant beatben women are concerning to many of tbe gods ami demigods of mankind. Then, with a \ tenderness be mlgbt not always show, be tbrew the paper down an d took ; ber In bla arms: "You poor child. Mattle Is a man ? a pitcher? and you're the only woman 1 ever loved ? and you are liable to be my wife any minute." Tbe explanation wan sufficient, and she crawled Into tbe abetter of hi* arm with little nolaea that served tor apology, forgiveness and reconcllla tlon. ^Then be .made tbe mistake of mentioning tbe alckenlng topic of de ferred hope: "A minister's aure to get on at the next atop ? or tbe next." ? Marjorle'a nervea were frayed by too much enduring, and It took ouiy a word to aet them Jangling: "If you say minister to me again, 1'U scream." Then she tried to control herself .with a polite: "Where Is the next stop?" "Ogden." "Where's that>? On tbe map?" "Well, It's in Utah." "Utah!" she groaned. "They mar ry by wholesale there, and we can't even get a sample." CHAPTER XXV. Tha Trsln Wrecker. The train-butcher, entering tbe Ob servation Room, found only a loving couple, lie took in at a glance their desire for solitude. A large part of bis business was the forcing of wares on people who did not want tbem. His voice and bis method suggested the' mosquito, fleeing Mallory and Marjorle mutuatiy absorbed In read ing each other's eyes, and evidently In need of nothing on earth leas -than something else to read, the train butcher decided that his best plan ot attack was to make himself a nuis ance. It is a plan successfully adopt ed by organ-grinders, street pianists and other blackmallera- under the guise of art, who have nothing so welcome to sell as their absence. Mallory and Marjorle heard the train-boy's hum, but they tried to ig nore it. "Papers, gents and ladles? Yes? No? Paris fashions, lady?" He shoved a large periodical be tween their very noses, but Marjorle threw It on the floor, with a bitter glance at her own borroyed plumage: "Don't show me t any Paris fash Ions!" Then she gave the boy his lionge by resuming her chat with Mal lory: "How long do we stop at Og den?" The train-boy went right on auc tioning his papers and magazines, and poking them Into the lapB of his prey. And they went right on talking to one another and pushing his papers and magazines to the floor. "I think I'd better get off at Og j den, and take the next^ train back. That's Just what I'll do. Nothing, thank you!" this last to the train boy. "But you can't leave me like this," Mallory urged excitedly, with a side glance of "No, no!" to the train-boy. "I can, and I must, and I will," Mar jorle insisted. "I'll go pack my things now." "But, Marjorie, listen to me." ? "Will you let me alone!" This to the gadfly, but to Mallory a dejected wail: "I ? I Just remembered. I haven't anything to pack." "And you'll have to give back that waist to Mrs. Temple. You can't get off at Ogden without a waist." "I'll go anyway. I want to get home." "Marjorie, if you talk that way ? I'll throw you off the train!" She gasped. He explained: "I wasn't talking to you; I was trying to stop this phonograph." Then he rose, and laid violent hands on the annoyer, shoved him to the corridor, seized his bundle of papers from his arm, and hurled them at his head. They fell in a shower about the train* butcher, who could only feel a cer tain respect for the one man who had ever treated him as he knew he d?f served. He bent to pick up his scat? tered merchandise, and when he had gathered his stock together, put hit head In, and sang out a sincere: '"Excuse me." But Mallory did not hear him, he was excitedly trying to calm the ex-. cited girl, who, having eloped with him, was preparing now to elope back without him. "Darling, you can't desert me now," he pieaded, "and leave me to go on alone?" "Well, why dont you do some thing?" she retorted, in equal de* peratlon. "If I were a man, and 1 had the girl I loved on a train. I'd get her married if I had to wreck the ? " she caught her breath, pau?ed a second in intense thought, and then, with sudden radiance, cried! "Harry, dear!" "Yes, love!" ^0 "I have an idea ? an inspiration I "Yes, pet," rather dubiously from him, but with absolute exultation from her: "Let's wreck the train!" "I don't follow you, Bweethoart." ? "Don't you seeT* she began excited ly. "When there are train wreck? 1 lot of people get killed, and things. A minuter always turns up to admin* ister the last something or other well?" "Well?" "Well, ?tupld, don't, jrou see? Wi wreck a tirafb, i tpmriW domes, w? nab him, he marries us, and? Uiara wo are! EvfcrythJntfa lovely!" He gave her one of thoae look* with which a wan usually greets what a woman calls an inspiration He did not honor her Invention with an alysis. He simply put forward an ob jection to It, and, wan-like, choae the most hateful of all objections: "It's a lovely Jdea, but the wreck would delay us for hours and hours, and id miss wy transport ? " "Harry Mallory, If you mentlou that odious transport to we again, 1 know I'll bave hydrophobia. 1'w going home," "Hut, darling," he pleaded, "you can't desert we now, and leave we to go ou alone?" She had her answei glib: "If you really loved we, you'd ? " "Qh, I know," he cut in. "You've Maid that before. But I'd be court martialed. I'd lose wy career." "What's a career to a, wan who , truly loves?" "It's juttt as much as It Is to any* body else? and wore." Hbe could hardly controvert this gracefully, so she sank back with grim resignation. "Well, I've pro posed wy plan, and you don't like It. Now, suppose you propose sowethlng." Tbe alienee was oppressive. They Hat like stoughton bottles. There the conductor found them some time later. He gave thew a careless look, selected a chair at the end of the car, and began to sort bis tickets, spreading thew out on another chair, making notes with the pencil he took from atop his ear, and shoved back from tlwe to tlwe. Ages seemed to pass, and Mallory had not even a suggestion. Hy this time Marjorie's temper had evaporate ed, and when he said: "if we could only stop at some town for half an hour," she said: "Maybe the conduo 'tor would hold the train for up.." "I hardly think be would." ; "He looks like an awfully nice man. You ask hlw." "Oh, what's the use?" Marjorie was getting tired of de pending on this charming young man with the very bad luck. She decided to assume command herself. She took recourse naturally to the orig inal feminine methods: "I'll take care of him," she said, with resolution. "A woman can get a man to do almost anything If Bhe flirts a little with him." "Marjorie!" . "Now, don't you mind anything I do. Heinember, ' It's all for love of you ? even if I have to kiss him." "Marjorie, I won't permit ? " "You have no right to boss me ? yet. You subside." She gave him the merest touch, but he fell backward into a chair, utterly aghast at the uhameless siren lnto<which despera tion had altered the timid little thing he thought he had chosen to love, lie j was being rapidly Initiated into the j complex and versatile and fearfully I wonderful thing a woman really is, and he w^s saying to himself, "What have I married?" forgetting, for the moment, that he had not married her yet, andj that therein lay the whole I trouble. CHAPTER XXVI. Delilah and th? Conductor. Like the best of women and the worst of men, Marjorle was perfectly willing to do evil, that good might come of it. She advanced on the In nocent conductor, as the lady from Sorek must have sldled-up to Sam son, coquetting with one arch hand and snipping the shears with the other. The stupefied Mallory saw Mar jorle In a startling imitation of her self at her sweetest; only now it was brazen mimicry, yet how like! She went forward as the shyest young thing in the world, pursed her lips In to an ecstatic simper, and began on the unsuspecting official: "Isn't the country perfectly ? " "Yes, but I'm getting used to It," the conductor growled, without look ing up. His curt indifference jolted Mar jorle a trifle, but she rallied her forces, and came back with: "How long do we stop at OgdenT*' "Five minutes," very bluntly. Marjorle poured maple syrup on her tone, as she purred: "This train of yours is an awfully fast train, lsnt It?" . "Sort of," said the conductor, with just a trace of thaw, What followed made him hold his breath, for the outrageous little hussy was actually saying: "The company must have a groat deal of confidence In you to en trust the lives and welfare of so many people to your presence of mind and courage." "Well, of coxirse, I can't say as to that ? " Even Mallory could see that the man's reserve was melting fast as Marjorle went on with relentless treacle: 'Talk about soldiers and firemen and life-savers! I think it takes a braver man than any of those to be a .conductor ? really." "Well, It Is a kind of a responsible Job." The conductor swelled his chest a little at that, and Marjorle felt that he was already hers. 8he hammered the weak spot In his armor: "Responsible! I should say It Is. Mr. Mallory Is a soldier, but soldiers are such ferocious, destructive peo ple, while conductors save lives, and ? if I were only a man I think It Would be my greatest ambition to be a conductor ? especially on an over land express." The conductor told the truth when be confessed: "Well, I never heard it put just that way." . Then he spoke with -a little more pride, hoping to in crease the impression he felt he waa making: "The. maln thing, _ of course, v' "v- ? ? i? to get my lrm thrdHSTOb rawr* Tbls a facer. He wai going to get tola train through On Tlipe Just to oblige Marjorle. She stammered: "1 don't suppose the train, by any aeddeut, would be delayed In leaving Ogdenr "Not if I can help It" tUe bero averred, to reassure ber. "I wish It would," Marjorle mur mured. TUe conductor looked at ber lu sur prise : "Why, what's It to you?" , She turned ber eyea on blm at full candle power, and smiled: "Ob, I Juat wanted to do a little Shopping tbere." "Shopping! While the train waits! Excuse mel" "You see," Marjorle fluttered, "by a sad mistake,- my baggage isn't on the train. And I haven't any ? any ? l really need to buy aome ? aome things very- badly. It's awfully embarraaaing to be without tbem." "1 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." "Hut to oblige me? To save me from distresa ? don't you think you could?" IJke a sweet little child she twisted one of the brass buttons on bis coat s|eeve, and wheedled: "Don't you think you might hold the train just a little tiny half hour?" He was aorry, but he dldnU ae? how he could. Theu she took his breath away again, by asking, out of a clear sky: "Are you married?" He was as awkward as if she had proposed to blm, she answered for him: "Oh, but of course you are. The women wouldn't let a big, handsome, noble brave giant like ?tyou escape long." He mapped his brow in agony as she went on: "I'm sure you're a very chivalrous man. I'm sure you would give your life to rescue a maiden in distress. Well, here's your chance. ^A/on't you please hold the train?" She actually had her cheek almost against his shoulder, though she ha*l to poise atlptoe 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, 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 ao tlon. He warned Marjorle: "Say, your husband is motioning at you." "Don't mind him," Marjorle urged, "just listen to me. I implore you, I ? " Seeing that he was still resist ing, she played her last card, and, crying, AOh, you can't resist my pray ers BOi^ruelly," 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 afrms 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?" "I've got to," the conductor abject ly insisted. Marjorle blazed with fury and the siren became a Scylla. "Then I'll 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 paralyzed Mallory. Even the conductor tapped him on the shoulder and said: "You have my aym. pathy." (TO BE CONTINUED) THE CLEMSON AGRI CV L TUBAL COLLEGE Enrollment Over 800 ? Vttlu? Of Property Over a Million and , a Quarter ? Ninety-Four Teachers and Officers. DEGREE COURSES: Agriculture Agriculture and Chemistry, Agricul ?ure and Animal Industry, Chemis try, Mechanical and Electrical En gineering, Civil Engineering, Textil Engineering, Architectural Engineer ing. SHORT COURSES: , One year course in Agriculture, Two years course in Textiles, Four weeks win ter course in Cotton Grading, Four Weeks Winter Course for Farmers. COST : Cost per session of nine months including all fees, heat, light, water, board, laundry and the necessary "uniforms $133.50, tuition $40 additional. ScholarHhips and Entrance Examtna tlon.s: The College maintains 167 four ;year Agricultural and Textile Schol arships and 51 one year Agricultur al scholarships. Value of scholar ships $100 per session and free tui tion. (Students wh o have attended Clemson College or any other col lege or university, are not eligible for the scholarships unless there are no other eligible applicants.) % * Scholarship and Entrance Exami nations will be held at the County Oourt House on July 12, 9 a. m. Next Sesstor. Opens .. SEPTEMBER 11, 1912. Write at once to W. M. Hlgg?# President, Clemson College, S. C., for catalog, scholarship blanks, ?lc. 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