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' x.v RUPERT HUGHES flOVaiZED fBOrt THE GOrtEDY OF Ifll SAME MME. T T T >r i i i?i iiiiii urn ii mi in i I mmmmmmamBSasarn IUVSTEATED F*QM. , PHOTCXi?AI>H? OF THE PlAY AS BKOPIJCeD! ^HENHY W. SAVAGBlj * ???. 1,1 cqpyjhoht mi gx- A.*urv* ca tYNOPtlt, ? : CHAPTER I.-lieuL Harry Mallory la ordered to the Philippine*. lit ana Mar Jorle Newton decide to elope, but wreck of tax lea b preventa their ageing minister on the way to tha train. CHAPTER II.? Transcontinental train l? taking on paaa?ngera. Porter haa a lively time with an Engllahman and Ira I^atarop, a Taakaa bualaeaa man. C'HAPTWH I J L? The ek/pera have a* exciting time gattlng to tha train. CHAPTER IV.? "Little JlmmleT Wal llngton, hound for Keno to get a dlvorve, hoards train In maudlin condition. Later Mra. Jlmmla appear* CHAPTER V,? ?he i? alao bound for Reno with same object. Lik*wiaa Mra. Ha.mioy Whltcomb. / "CHAPTER VL? Latter blames Mm Jlmmla for her marital troubles. Claaa rnatea of Mallory decor aJte bridal berth. CHAPTER VIL? Re-v. and Mra, Temple ntart on a vacation. They decide to cut leoee and Temple removea evldenoa of hla calling' CHAPTER VIIL-MarJorle decldea to lat Mallory proceed alone, but train at arte while they are loat In farawell. CHAPTER I JC? Paeeengere Join Mai lery'a claaamatea In giving ooupla wed ding baaing. CHAPTER X- ? Marjorle la detracted , over their altuation, CHAPTER XL? Ira Lathrop, woman hating bachelor, discovers an old sweet heart, Aane Oattle, a fellow paaaanger. CHAPTER XII.? Mallory vainly hunta far a preacher among tha paaaangara, CHAPTER X III.? Mra. Wellington hear* Little Jlmmle'a voice. Later aha tneeta Mrs. Whltcomb. CHAPTER XIV. -Mallory raporta to Marjorle hla failure to find a praachor. CHAPTER XV.? They decide to pretend a quarrel and Mallory flnda a vacant harth. CHAPTER XVI.? Mra. Jlmmla dfcaoov era Wellington on the train. CHAPTER XVIL? Mallory again makaa an unancceaaful hunt for a preacher. CHAPTER XVnL-Dr. Temple poses aa a physician. Mra. Temple la lnducad by Mra. Wellington to amoke a cigar. CHAPTER XIX. ? Sight of praachar on a atatlon platform ralaea Maliory^a ho pea, c but he tak?a another train. CHAPTER XX.? Mlaalng hand baggage cempela the bouple to borrow mwu pas sengers. CHAPTER XXL? Jlmmle gate a cinder In hla eye and Mrs. Jlmmla alvea flrat ald. Coolneaa la then reaumed. CHAPTER XXII.? SU11 no clergyman. More borrowing. CHAPTER XXIII.? Dr. Temple puzzled by behavior of different couplea. CHAPTER XXIV.? Mar Jorle'a Jealousy aroused by Mallory'a baaeball jargon. CHAPTER XXV.? Marjorle auKpresta wrccklnft the train In hopes that accident will produce a preacher. . CHAPTER XXVI.? Marjorle tries to in duce tho conductor to hold the train so eho can shop. ? , CHAPTER XXVII. The Dog-on Dog Again. Ab the conductor left the Mallorys to their own devices, It rushed over him anew what sacrilege had been at tempted ? a fool^brlde had asked him to stop ithe Trans-American of all trains! ? to go shopping of all things! He stormed Into the smoking room to open tho safety valve of his wrath, and found the porter Just coming out of the buffet cell with a tray, two hol low-stemmed glasses and a bottle swaddled in a napkin. "Say, Ellsworth, what in do you suppose that female back there wants? ? wants mo to hold the Trans American while ? " Hut tho porter was In a flurry him self. He was about to serve cham pagne, and he cut the conductor Bhort: " 'Seuso me, boss, but they's a lov ln' couple in the stateroom forward that is In a powerful hurry for this. I can't talk to you now. I'll see you later." And he swaggered off, leav ing the door of the buffet open. The conductor paused to close it, glanced In, started, stared, glared, roared: ^'What's tills ! Well, I'll be ? a dog smuggled In here! I'll break that coon's head. Come out of there, you miserable or'nary hound." Ho seized the incredulous Snoozieums by the scruff of his neck, growling, "It's you for the baggage car ahead," and dashed out with hla prey, just as Mal lory, now getting new bearings on Marjorle's character, spoko across the rampart of his Napoleonically folded arms: "Well, you're a nice one! ? making violont love to a conductor before my very eyes. A minute more and I would have ? " She silenced him with a snap: " Don't you speak to me! I hate you! I hate all men. The more I know men the more I like ? " this reminded her, and she asked anxiously: "Where Is Snoozloumer* 4 Mallory, Impatient at the shift of subject, .enapped back: "Oh, I left him In tbe buffet with tbe waited What X want to know la bow you dare to ? " "Was It a colored waiter?" "Of courts. Bnt I'm not speaking ? ?!? * "Bnt suppose be should bite Mm T" "Ob, you cant burt thoee nigger waiiars., X to aar~?. Ul If , I can't fiUVe Snoozleums bit* Ulfotofj peopje. u mtcbt not a?re. with hjm. Get him it once." Mai lor / trembled with aupp ressed rage like an overloaded boiler, but be ! gave up and growled: "Ob, Lord, all right. HI get him wben rve an lahed ? " "Ob gat him tbla minute. And bring the poor darling back to hla mother." "His mother! Ye godat" cried Mal ory, wildly. He turned away and daubed ftoto the men'a room with a furious:. "Where's that damned dog?" Ho met the porter just returning. The porter smiled: "He'a right In heab, air/' and opened the bullet door Hla eyea popped and hla jaw eagged:' Why, I lef' him here Juat a minute "You left the window open, too," Mallory observed. "Well, I gueaa he'a gone." .The porter waa panlcetrlcken : "Oh, I'm turrlble aorry, boss, I wouldn't have lost dat dog for a fortune. If you waa to hit me with a axe I wouldn't mind." To his utter befuddleinent, Mallory grinned and winked at him, and mur mured: "Oh, that's all right. Don't worry." And actually laid half a dol lar In his palm. Leaving the bl&ck lids batting over the atartlng eyea, Malory pulled his smile Into a long face and went back to Marjorle like an undertaker: "My love, prepare yourself for bad news." j Marjorle looked up, startled and ap prehenslve: "Snoozleums Is 111. He did bite the darkey." "Worse than that? he? he? fell out of the window." "When!" she shrieked, -in heaven's name ? when?" He was there Just a minute ago, the waiter says." Marjorle went Into instant hysterica, wringing her hands and sobbing: "Ob,' my darling, my poor child? stop the train at once!" | She began to pound Mallory's shoulders and shake him frantically. He had never seen her this way eith er. He was getting his education in advance. Ho tried to calm her with inexpert words: "How can I stop the train? Now, dearie; he was a nice dog, but after all, he was only a dog." She rounded on him like a panther: 'Only a dog! He was worth a dozen men like you. You find the conductor at once., command him to stop this train and back up! I don't care If he has to go back ten miles. Run, tell him at once. Now, you run!" Mallory stared at her as If she had gone mad, but he set out to run some where. anywhere. Marjorle paced up and down distractedly, tearing her hair and moaning, "Snoozleums, Snoo zleums! My child. My poor child!" At length her wildly roving eyes noted the bell rope. She stared, pondered, nodded her head, clutched at It, could not reach It, Jumped for It several times in vain, theft seized a chair, swung it into place, stood up in It, gripped the rope, and came down .on It with all her weight, dropping to the floor and Jumping up and down in a frenzied dance. In the distance the engine could be heard faintly whist ling, whistling for every pull. The engineer, far ahead, could not imagine what unheard-of crisis could bring about such mad signals. The fireman yelled: "I bet that crazy conductor is at tacked with an epilettlc fit." But there was no disputing the command. The engine was reversed, the air brakes set, the sand run out and every effort made to pull the Iron horse, as it were, back on Its haunches. The grinding, squealing, Jolting, shook the train like an earthquake. Tho shrieking of tho whiatle frozo the blood like a woman's cry of "Mur der!" In the night. The women among the passengers echoed the screams. The men turned pale and braced themselves for the shock of collision. Some of them were mumbling pray ers. Dr. Temple and Jimmie Welling ton, with one idea in their dissimilar souls, dashed from the smoking room to go to their wives. Ashton and Wedgewood, .with no one tp care for but themselves, seized windows and tried to fight them open. At last they budged a sash and knelt down to thrust their heads out. "I don't see a beastly thing ahead," said Wedgewood, "except the heads of other fools." "We're slowing down though," said Ashton, "she stops! We're safe. Thank God!" And he collapsed Into a chair. Wedgewood colUpsed Into another, gasping: "Whatevah are we safe from, I wondah?" The train-crew and various passen gers descended and ran alongalde the train aaklng questions. Panic gave way to mystery. Even Dr. Temple came back Into the smoking room to finish a precloua cigar he had been at work on. He waa followed by Little Jimmie, who had not gait* reached hla wife when the atopplng of the train put an and to hla excuse (or ngmrxxny "}} been Buch ? good ff'Uh jg -/?gg my m*'* Wtto-I mean my- -I don't know whan mean." ij? Intp * cbA,/ ordered * drink; then suddenly Tm?mbare d hli ?'?< toroL.uXZil''. ed the order. Mallory, finding that tb? train ?u checked just before he reached the conductor, saw that utfidal'f 5^. < ered wrath at the stoppage and had U feaihoiiu, Intuition that Marjori. ritd *SSlwM7r d0<l* th* d?ed- He hur ' Jj? b^f1 k#to observation room where be found her charging up and a' Za; S2 "? mSU Tt a safe distance and aald: J&LZP* ba* st?pped, my dear. Somebody rang the bell." ??mS?* ST answered, with a proud toaa of the . "Where>> the conductor?" _ ? looking for the fellow that pulled the rope." "You go tell him to back un-and ?lowly, too." . "No, thank you!" said Mallory. ue L ia.ve J0un* ****' he was not bearding the conductora of stoi> ped expresses. Already the conduc tor's voice waa heard in the smokin* room, where he appeared with the rush and roar of a Bashan bull Well!" he bellowed, "which one of you guya pulled that rope?" ; "It was nobody here. sir," Dr. Tem trJnS? iyJXVUi?*^ Th6 *S*ator transfixed him with a baleful glaro I wouldn't believe a gambler on oath I bet you did It." "I assure you, sir," Wedgewood in heal? "he didn't touch It. I was The conductor waved him aside and charged Into the obaervatlon room, followed by all the passengers in an awe-struck rabble. Here, too, ' the conductor thundered: "Who pulled that rope? Speak up somebody." Mallory was. about to sacrifice blm ?elf to save M&rjorle, but she met the conductor's black rage with the (with ering .contempt of a young queen; "l pulled the old rope. Whom did you auppose?" * The conductor almost dropped with apoplexy at finding himself with no body to vent his ltamense rage on, but this pink and white slip. uYqu!" he gulped, "well, what In? Bay, In the name of? why, don't you know' It's a penitentiary offense to stop% train this way?" Marjorle tossed her head a little higher, grew a little calmer: "What do I care? I want you to back up." ~ j The conductor was reduced to a wet rag, a feeble echo: "Back up? ! the train up?" "Yes, back the train up," Marjorle answered, resolutely, "and go slowly till I tell you to stop." The conductor stared at her p mo ment, then whirled on Mallory: "Say -ayn hell's the matter with your Mallory was saved from the prob lem of answering by Marjorle's abrupt change from a young Tsarina rebuk ing a serf, to a terrified mother. She nung out imploring palms and with a gush of tears pleaded: "Won't you please back \ip? My darling child fell off the train." The conductor 'a -rage fell away, in an instant. "Your child fell off the train!" he gasped. "Good Lord! How old was he?" With one hand he was groping Xor the bell cord to give the signal, with the other he opened the door to look back along the track. "He was two years old," Marjorle sobbed. J Oh, that s too bad ! " the conductor groaned. "What did he look like?"** He had a pink "ribbon round his neck." * -^1 j A pink ribbon ? oh, the poor little fellow! the poor little fellow!" ' , "And a long curly tail." ~ The , conductor swung round with a yell: "A curly tall! ? your son?" -i "1 "My dog!" -Marjorle roared back at him. . The conductor's voice cracked weakly as he shrieked: "Your dogl You stopped this train for a fool dog?" j "He wasn't a fool dog," Marjorle retorted, facing him down, "he knows more than you do." The conductor threw up his hands: ' "Well, don't you women beat ? " He studied Marjorle as If she were some curious freak of nature. Suddenly an idea struck into his daze: "Say, what kind of a dog was it? ? a measly little cheese-hound?" ' "He was a noble, beautiful soul with wonderful eyes and adorable ears." The conductor was growing weak* er and weaker: "Well, don't worry. J 1 got him. He's In the baggage car/'S". Marjorle stared at him unbelieving1 ly. The news seemed too gloriously beautiful to be true. "He isn't deadf Snoozleums Is not dead!" she cried he lives!. He lives! You have saved him. And once more she flung her self upon the conductor. Ho tried to bat her off like a gnat, and Mallory came to his rescue by dragging her away and shoving her Into a chat*. But she saw only the noble conductor 'Oh, you dear, good, kind angel. Qet him at once." 'He stays In the baggage car," the conductor answered, firmly and as he supposed, finally. "But Snoosleums doesn't like bag gage cars," Marjorle smiled. "He won't ride In one/' "He'll ride In this one or I'll vrldc his neck,** "You fiend in human flesh!" m Jorie shrank away from him m tot, and he found courage to s, ?k? b?ll rope and rank It vlcloo Su t^r? : "Plw,M- 1 ? The whistle tooted faintly. The began to hammer, the train to c MiLXrlUuLand^ncjk. The ^du pulled fcia cap down baitf ah* dart ed forward. Marjorle seUed Ws sleeve: "Ob, I Implore you. don't con Hign that poor sweat child to tbe hor rid baggage car. IC yob hare a human heart in your M??t,1w?r er." Tbe conductor eurrendered uncon ditionally: "Ob, Lord, all right, all right. I'll low K>b. but if you H keep quiet, I'll brlog blm to you." And be slunk out weekly, followed by tbe passengers, who were shaking their beads In wonderment at tbla . moat amazing feat of tbla most amaalug bride. Wheu they were alone once more, Marjorle, as radiant, as April after a storm, turned ber sunshiny smile on Mallory: "Isn't It glorious to have our little Snoozleums alive and well?" Hut Mallory was feeling like 4 March day. He answered with a Hleety chill: "You care more for tbe dog than you do for me:*' ? Why shouldn't IT" Marjorle an swered with wide eyes, "Snoozleums never would have brought me on a wild goose elopement like this. Heav en knows he didn't want to come." Mallory repeated the Indictment: "You love a dog better than you love your husband." "My what?" Marjorle laughed, then she spoke with lofty condescension: "Harry Mallory, If you're going to be Jealous of that dog, I'll never marry you the longest day I live." "Ho you'll let a dog come between us?" he demanded. "I wouldn't give up Snoozleums for a hundred husbands," ehe retorted. "I'm glad to know It In time," Mal lory Bald. "You'd better give me back that wedding ring." Marjorle's heart stopped at this, . but her pride was In arms. She drew | herself up, slid the ring from ber tin- ; ger, and held It out as if she scorned It; "With pleasure. Good afternoon, Mr. Mallory." i Mallory took It as If It were the merest trllle, bowed and murmured: "Good afternoon, Miss Newton." He stalked out and she turned her back on him. A casual witness would ! have said that they were too Indlf- i ferent to each other even to feel an ger. As a matter of romantic fact, , each was on fire with love, and aching madly with regret. Each longed for strength to whirl round with outflung arms of reconciliation, and neither could be so brave. And so they part ed, each harking back fiercely for one word of recall from the other. But neither spoke, and Marjorle sat star ing at nothing through raining eyes, while Mallory strpde Into the Men's Room as melancholy as Hamlet with Yorlck*s skull In his hands. It was their fl^st great quarrel, and they were convinced that the world might as well come to an end. CHAPTER XXVIII. The Woman-Hater's Relapse. The observation room was as lone ly as a deserted battlefield and Mar jorle as doleful as a wounded sol dier left behind, and perishing of thirst, when the conductor came back with Snoozleums in his arms. He regarded with contemptuous awe the petty cause of so great an event as the stoppfegwof the Tran^ American. He expected to see Mar jorle receive the returned prodigal with wild rapture, but she didn't even smile when he said: "Here's your powder-pufT." She Just took Snoozleums on her lap, and, looking up with wet eyes and a sad smile, murmured: "Thank you very much. You're the nicest conductor I ever met. If you ever want another position, I'll see r that my father gets you one." I it was like offering the kaiser a new job, but the conductor swallowed I the Insult and sought to repay it with Irony. "Thanks. And If you ever want to 1 run this road for a couple of weeks. Just let me know." Marjorle nodded appreciatively and Bald : "I will. You're very kind." And that completed the rout of that j conductor. He retired In disorder, leaving Marjorle to fondle Snoozle ums with a neglectful Indifference that I would have greatly flattered Mallory, j If he could have seen through the ? partition that divided tJbem. But he was witnessing with the cynical superiority of an aged and j disillusioned man the, to him, childish behavior of Ira Lathrop, an eleventh hour Orlando. For JuBt as Mallory moped Into the smoking-room at one door, Ira Lath rop swept In at the other, his face rubicund with embarrassment and ecstasy. He had donned an old frock coat with creases like ruts from long exile In his trunk. But he was feel ing like an heir apparent; and he startled everybody by his Jovial hall; "Well, boys ? 01s ? gentlemen ? the drinks are on me. Walter, take the orders." Little Jlmmle woke with a start, rose hastily to his feet and saluted, saying: "Present! Who said take the orders?" : "I did," said Lathrop, "I'm giving a party.' Walter, take the orders." -Sarsaparllla," said Dr. Temple, but they bowled him down and ordered other things. The porter shook hlB head sadly: "Nothln' but sof drinks in Utah, gemmen." A groan went up from the club members, and Lathrop groaned loud est of 411: | "Well, wa've got to drink something. Tske the orders. We'll all have saraa parllla." ? ? ? Little Jlmmle Wellington came to the rescue. "Don't do anything desperate, gen tlemen," he said, with a look of di vine philanthropy. "The bar's closed, Jlmmle Wellington la here the ltf* preserver." Prom, his u that looked to be big enough to carrj a regiment through the Alps. It was greeted with a salvo, hod Lathrop eeld to Jfmmie: *1 apologise for ers!? thing 1 have said ?end thought ? about you." He turned to the porta*; "There ain't any law agaihst giving this war? t? there?" The porter grinned: "Not if you-all bribe the exerolse-lnspector And he held out a glass for the bribe, mur muring, "Don't git tired," aa It waa poured. He aet it inside hie aanotum and then buatied round with lce-illled glasses and a siphon . When Little Jlintnle offered of the flask to J)r. Temple, the clergyman i puV out hia hand with a politely hor- ; rilled: "NoJ thank you." Lathrop frightened him with a sud den comment: "Look at that gesture! Doc, I'd almost awear you were a' par- ' son." Mallory whirled on blm with the eyes of a hawk about to pounce, and "The very. idea!" was the beat dis claimer Dr. Temple could manage, suddenly finding himself suspected. Asbton put in with, "The only way to disprove Jt, Doc, is to join us." The poor old clergyman, too deeply Involved in bis deception to brave confession now, decided to do and dare all. He stammered, "Kr?^ah ? certainly," and held out hla hand for his share of the poison. Little Jim rale winked at the others and almost filled the glass. The Innocent doctor bowed his thanks. When the porter reached him and prepared to till the remainder of the glass from the siphon, the parson waved him aside with a misguided caution: "No, thanks. I'll not mix them." Mallory turned away with a sigh: "He takes his straight. He's no par son." Then they forgot the doctor In curiosity as to Lathrop's sudden spasm of generosity ? with Welling ton's liquor. Wedgewood voiced the general curiosity when he said: "What's the old woman-hater up to now?" "Woman-hater?" laughed Ira. "It's the old story. I'm going to follow Mallory's example ? marriage." "I hope you succeed," said Mallory. | "Wherever did you pick up the bride?" said Wedgewood, mellowing with the long glass In his band. "Brides are easy," aald Mallory, with surprising cynicism. "Where do you get the parson?" "Hang the parson," Wedgewood re peated, "Who's the gel?" "I'll b?t I know who she is," Ash ton interposed; "It's that nectarine of a damsel who got on at Green Klver." "Not the same!" Lathrop roared. "I found my bride blooming here all the while. Girl I used to spark back In Brattleboro, Vt. I've been vowing for years that I'd live and die an old maid. I've kept my head out of the noose all this time? till I struck this train and met up with Anne. We got to talking over old tlmt^s? waking up old sentiments. She got on my nerves. I got on hers. Finally I sald. 'Aw, hell, let's gqt married. Save price of one stateroom to China anyway.' She says, 'Damned if I don't!'? or words ( to that effect." Mallory broke in with feverish in terest: "But you said you were going r to get married on this train." J Nothing easier. Here's how!" and , raised his glass, but Mallory hauled It down to demand: "How? that's what I want to know* How are you going to get married on this parson less express. Have you got a little minister in your suitcase?" Ira beamed with added pride as he explained; "Well, you see, when I used to court Anne I had a rival ? Charlie Sel ! by his name was. I thought he cut me out, but he became a clergyman; in Utah Oh, Charlie! I telegraphed him that I was passing through Og ! den' and would he come down to the : train and marry me to a charming , lady. He always wanted to marry Anne. I thought It would be a durned , good joke to let him marry her ? to l me." "D-did he accept?" Mallory asked, excitedly, "la he coming?" "He Is he did ? here's his tele gram," said Ira. "He brings the li cense and the ring." He passed it over, and as Mallory read It a look of hope spread across his face But i Ira was saying: "We're golrtg to have the wedding obsequies right here in this car. You're all invited. Will you come?" There was a general yell of accept aDd A?hton began to sing, There Was I Waiting at the Church" Then he led a sort of Indian war dance round the next victim of the matrimonial stake. At the end of the hullaballoo all the men charged their glasses, and drained them with an up roarious "How!" ?.? , ? Poor Dr. Temple had taken luxuri ous delight in the success of his dls guise and in the prospect of watch ing some other clergyman working while he rested. He Joined the dance as gaily, if not as gracefully, as any of the rest, and In a final triumph of recklessness, he tossed off a bumper of straight whisky. Instantly his "How!" changed to Wow. and then his throat clamped fast with a terrific spasm that llutig ?. ?ea,rS, from h,a eyes. He bent and writhed In a silent paroxysm ttil ha was pounded and shaken back to life and water poured down his throat to reopen a passage. he had merely choked and made no comment other dreamed*1 0011,(1 not as Ignorant of the taate aa of the ?Igor of pure spirits. r!" AfUr. j>" <* K?nartain? -wa good wishes, rra was permitted to a* Wit* hi. life j?uorr ioCrIS ? ? ? |J? caught U. V, . V-'X ; starts.;. Kxcuue to, toy boy? thrown, ?? w?ut ? 5??rf" W|* 1 "To get married '* ? "Again ? Good |^rd toon ?" ?'*r?yo?,tl 'Me a Mormon!" >%? ?Than What do yoti ?, 4 extra wifar it'. ,?!, *?nt *iulT eve# in in*, .. "?"'"?I th? u, '?Mr"b?,vn'i Un<te'?*Ud. My boy, on? of iu i. drunk." UI u? J? dj "Well, I'm not," sai<i > i-lti then after a tierce im. *il?ry, decided to take Latnro "nf?H, fldence. The word. ?? ? ?o long ? duplicity. (,? ?"?"> a were out: 1?* "Mr. Latbrop, rm nnt m rS? rled to my wife." r<JAUy ZTJT* ***** Hut hiH fury cbanir?wi ? he beard the t>l?tory fated effort., and n? only to lend Maliory hi,??"" * secondhand. but also to w^*1 whole affair a keer*tf k*>P | plained hi. lnt?,tlo; " own oeremony i? tUe somewhere out of .lKM ?*??? passengers. U# Ifallory's face wa? now the cold embers of hou? i eudden blaze. He wrm)*6?"*1 ban* Buying; -iMr<l eaved my life? wlfe-i*^ ^ Then be turned and ra? , Jorfe with tbe good new, u 1 quite forgotten tbejr eiwi. separation. And .ho waV^HB *ee him smiling at her ...i?,?* forgot It. too. Me the observation room and t!!r? the .boulder., Wbtawring:"^, him'" '*' *? got ""?< ?>" "No, I've got him," she saw ing Snoozleums into view Malk?ry swung him back out way: "I ddn't mean a poodiTil' ? ffiTv I>8 ?* a ww' 3 har' d" pWnedb:Ut "t0PP<,d wbe? W I'm'ToIng'togeron/" ' b",, "What ? again?" she groaned ? of this old bunco game of how. 8 a rea* on? this V, M?"?rJ Insisted. "Mr. Lath? ordered a minister and he's SOli end him to me a. through with him, and we'll ried on this train." _ was overwhelmed, bifj felt it becoming in her to be a coy. So she pouted: "But you i want me for a bride now I'm a fright." m He took the bait, hook and all: never aaw you looking so adorat Honestly? Oh, but It will be. ous to be Mrs. First Lieutenant lory." I ' roioriouar -I touat telegraph home-aad my new natae. Won't mamma" pleased r y'\ "Won't she?" said Maliory, Just a trace of dubiety. Then Marjorie grew serious w new idea: "I wonder if mamma papa have missed me yet?" , Maliory laughed : "After three disappearance, I shouldn't be s prised." "Perhaps they are worrying me." "I shouldn't be surprised." A ' , "I'he poor dearBl I'd better them a telegram at once." "An excellent idea." She ran to the desk, found forms and then paused with, brow: "It . will be very hard to I've got to ea'y in ten words." "Hang the expense," Maliory i magnificently, "I'm paying your 1 now." But Marjorie tried to look^ matronly: "Send a night letter 1b I day timet No, indeed, we gin to economize." Maliory was touched by this revelation of her future how thrift. He hugged her hard minded her that she could send Ij letter by wire. "Ah excellent Idea," she said, don't bother me. You go oil' your paper, read about Mi never be jealous of her? hi body ? again." "You shall never have jealohsy, my own." But fate was not finished . initiation of the unfortunate pafr.J already new trouble was their direction. (TO BE CONTINUED) ./J ADMINISTRATOR'S SAI State Of South Carolina, County of Kershaw, In the Probate Court. Uunder and by virtue of an made by W. L. McDowell, Jud Probate for Kershaw County, ' aforesaid, I will sell at public cry to the highest bidder for at the home of the late ? Quails, deceased, on Saturday. 20, 1912, at 10 o'clock a. n.. following personal property oi said Robert Quails, to wit: 2 white spotted cows aid 2 fed cows and calves, 1 bull log, 1 mule, 2 wagons bow goods, 400 lbs. fodder, 400 1? vine hay, 6 bushels P??**1; els corn, I safe, 26 chlflpjf Holland H. Adn Camden, S. C., June 28, For Sale. lots on Hf t?m.. D. Wolf. ""?I