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RUPERT flUOHES flOVEUZED FROM THE COMEDY OF TOE SAME AAME. T T T IUVS1KATE3> FROM. PHOTCXijeXiPHS op THE PlAY A5 P/iOPUCED w. 9^Aae?j t ?? 1 ? COPY* IOHT VI Jft. H. K.fLY a? ,r ?YNOP?l?. CHAPTER J.~Ueut. Hurry Mallory to ordered to the Philippines He and Uur. Jorle Newton de< ld<? to elope. but wreck of tux lea b prevents their toeing minister on the way to the train. CHAPTER II. -Transcontinental train la taking on passengers. Porter baa * lively time with an Englishman and Ira LsUhrop. a Yankee buslaees man. CHAPTJUl III ?The eloper* hare aa ?xolttng time vetting to the train. CHAPTER IV,? "Little Jlnrlmle,, Wel lington, bound for Reno to get a divorce, boards train In maudlin condition. Later Mr*. Jlmmie appears. CHAPTER V.? ?he la also bound fee Reno with same object. likewise Mr*. Sammy Whltcomb. CHAPTER VI.? Latter blame* Mr*. Xlxnmle for her marital trouble*. Olaes mate* of Mallory decorate bridal berth. CHAPTER VII.? Rev. and Mr*. Temple , ?tart on a vacation. They decide to cut | iss&r1 Temple remove* evidenoe of hi* CHAPTER VIII.? Mario rle decide* to lat Mallory proceed alone, but t at art* while they are lost In farewel CHAPTER IX.? Passengers Join Mai lory'* claaamates In giving couple wed ding haaing. CHAPTER X. ? Marjorte la distracted over their situation. CHAPTER XI.? Ira Lathrop. woman hating bachelor, discover* an old sweet* noart, Anne Qattle, a fellow paaaenger. CHAPTER XII.? MaJlory vainly hunt* tor a preacher among the passengers. CHAPTER XIII.? Mr*. Wellington hoar* Little Jlmmie'* voice. Later *he meets Mr*. Whltcomb. CHAPTER XIV.? Mallory report* to , Marjorle his failure to find a preacher. CHAPTER XV.? They decide to pretend jA^^uarrel and Mallory -finds a vacant CHAPTER XVI.? Mrs. Jlmmie discov er* Wellington on the train. CHAPTER XVII. ? Mallory again make* mn unsuccessful bunt for a preacher. CHAPTER XVIII.? Dr. , Temple poses ,aa a physician. Mrs. Temple la Induced by Mrs. Wellington to smoke a cigar. CHAPTER XIX.? flight of preacher on a. station platform raises Mallory's hopes, but 'he tatce* another train. CHAPTER XX.? Missing hand baggage compel* the couple to borrow from paa ?anger*. CHAPTER XXI.? Jlmmie get* a cinder In hi* eye and Mrs. Jlmmie gives first aid. Coolness Is then resumed. CHAPTER XXII.? Still no clergyman. More borrowing. CHAPTER XXIII. -Dr. Temple puzxled by behavior of different couples. CHAPTER XXIV.? Mar Jorle's Jealousy aroused by Mallory's baseball Jargon. CHAPTER XXV.? Marjorle suggests wrecking the train In hopes that accident will produce a preacher. CHAPTER XXVI.? Marjorle tries to in duce the conductor to hold the train so ?he can shop. CHAPTER XXVII. -Mnrjorle's dog Is missing. 8he pulls the cord, stopping the train. Conductor restores .dog and 'lovers quarrel. # CHAPTER XXVIII.? Lathrop wires for a preacher to marry him and Miss Qat tle. Mallory tells Lathrop of his predica ment and arranges to borrow the preacher. CHAPTER XXIX ? Kitty Lewellyn. for mer sweetheart of Mallory's, appears and arouses Marjorle's jealousy. CIIAPTKR XXX.? Preacher boards train. CHAPTER XXXI.? After marrying Lathrop and MIhh Oattlo the prcacher escapes Mallory by leaping from moving train. CHAPTER XXXI!. s The Empty Berth. The one thing Mallory was begin ning to learn about Marjorle was that she would never take the point of view he expected, and never proceed along the lines of his logic. She had grown furious at him for what he could not help. She had told him that she would marry him out or spite. She had commanded him to pursue and apprehend the flying par son. He failed and returned crest fallen and wondering what now form her rage would tal?e. And, lo and behold, when she saw him bo downcast and helpless, she rushed to him with caresses, cuddled his broad shoulders against her breast, and smothered him It was the sincerity of his dejection and the complete helplessness he displayed that won her woman's heart. Mallory gazed at her with almost more wonderment than delight. This was another flashlight on her charac ter. Most courtships are conducted under a rose^llght In which wooer and wooed wear their best clotheB on their best behavior; or In a starlit, moonlit, or gasllt twilight where ro mance soften* angles and wraps everything in velvet shadow. Then the two get married and begin to live together in the cold, gray day light of realism, with undignified necessities and* harrowing situations at every step, and disillusion begins Its deadly work. This young oouple was undergoing all the inconveniences had temper-ex posures of marriage without its blessed compensations. They prom ised to he well acquainted before thejf. wjd. Jf_thejr |ti{i wanted each <5tlte"r after thin ordeal, they Were pret ty well assured tbat their marriage would not be a failure. . Mallory rejoiced to see tbat tbe hurricane of Marjorle's Jealousy had only whipped up tbe surface of her soul. The great depths were still calm and unmoved, and her love for him was In and of tbe depths. Soon after leaving Ogden, tbe train entered upon the great bridge across the Great Saft Lake. Tbe other pas sengers were staring at tbe enormous engineering masterpiece and the con* ductor was pointing out tbgt, .in or der to save forty miles and thef cross ing of two mountain chains, the rail road had devoted four years of labor and millions of dollars to stretching a thirty-mile bridge across this Inland ocean. But Marjorle and Mallory never no ticed it. They were absorbed In ex> ploring each other's souls, and they had saffely .bridged tbe Great Salt Lake which the first big bitter Jealr ousy spreads across every matrimo nial route. They were undisturbed In their voy age, for all the other passengers had their noses flattened against the win dow panes of tbe other cars ? all ex cept one couple, gazing each at each through time-wrinkled eyelids touched with tbe magic of a tardy honeymoon. For all that Anne and Ira knew, the Great Salt Lake was a moon swept lagoon, and the arid mountains of Nevada which the train went scal ing, were the very hillsides of Ar ct-dla. But the other passengers soon came trooping back into the observation room. Ira bad told them nothing of Mallory's confession. In the first place, he was a man who had learned to keep a secret, and In the second place, he had forgotten that such per> sons as Mallory or hip Marjorlo exist ed. All tbe world was summed up in tho fearsomely happy little spinster who had moved up into his section? L the section which had begun Its ca reer draped in satin ribbons unwit tingly prophetic. The communion of Mallory and Marjorle under the benlson of recon ciliation was invaded by the Jokes o! the other passengers, unconsciously ironic. .Dr. Temple chaffed them amiably; j "You two will have to take a back seat now. We've got a new bridal I couple to amuse us." j And Mrs. Temple welcomed them '? I with: "You're only old married folks,' { like us." i The Mallorys were used to the mis understanding. But the misplaced ? j witticisms gave them reassurance | 1 that their secret was safe yet a little ; while. At their dinner-table, however, 1 i "and In the long evening that followed ' they were hqunted by the fact that j j this was their last night on the train, ' and no minister to be expected. And now once more the Mallorya j regained the star roles In the esteem ' ! of the audience, for once more they j quarreled at good-nlght-klsslng time. Once more they required two sec- j . tlons, while Anne Gattle's berth was ' not even made up. It remained empty, J like a deserted nest, for its occupant had flown south. CHAPTER XXXIII. Fresh Trouble Daily. The following morning the daylight creeping into section number one found Ira and Anne staring at eacU j other. Ira was tousled and Anne was unkempt, but her blush still gnve her cheek ?t least an Indian summer glow. After a violent effort to reach the space between her shoulder blades, she was compelled to appeal to her new master to act as her now maid. "Oh, Mr. Lathrop," she stammered ? "Ira," she corrected, "won't you please hook me up?" she pleaded. Ira beamed with a second child hood boyishness: "I'll do my best, my little ootsum-tootsums, it's the first time I ever tried it." "Oh, I'm so glad," Anne signed, "it's the first time I ever was hooked up by a gentleman." He gurgled with Joy and, forget ting the poverty of space, tried to reach her lips to kiss her. He almost broke her neck and bumped his head so hard that Instead of saying, as he intended, "My darling," he satd, "Oh, hell!" "Ira!" she gasped. But he, with all the proprietorship he had assumed, answered cheerily: "You'll have to get used to It, ducky darling. I could never learn not to swear." He proved the fact again and again by the re marks he addressed to certain refrao* tory hooks. He apologised, but she .felt more like apologising for her* self. "Oh, Ira," she said, "I'm so ashamed to hate you see me Ike this? the first morning." > "Well, you haven't got anything on me? -I'm not shared.** IflL-ma tfcpV - -v' I , , ?? nb? Mid, rubbing Mf smarting cbeek. Then nhe buiuped her b?ad ?nd gasped: "Oh-r-whnt you said." This fnade them feel so much at borne that she attained tbe heights or frankness and honesty by reaching In her. Iiuudbag for ? kuob of supple mentary hair, which she affixed dex trously to wbat wu home-grown. Ira, Instead of looking Knocked, loved her for ber honesty, and grinned : "Now, that'* Where you have got , something on me. Say, we're like a| couple of sardine* trying to make love In a tin can." **lt's co ay tbougb," sbe said, and then vanished through tbe curtains and shyly ran tbe gauntlet of glances and over-cordial "Good morn ing*" till sbe bid her blusbee behind tbe ' door of tbe women's room and turned tbe key. If sbe bad thought of It' she would have said, "God bless the man that Invented doors?and tbe other angel that Invented locks," Tbe passengers this morning were ail a little brisker than usual, u was tbe last day aboard for everybody and tbey showed^ a certain e^tra ani mation, like tbe inmates of an ocean liner when land Jes been sighted. Ashton was shaving when Ira swag gered into the men's room. Without pausing to note whom be wgs ad dressing, Asbton sang out: "Good morning. Did you rest wen?" "What?" Ira roared. "Oh, excuse me!" said Asbton, has tily, devoting blmself to a gash bis razor had made in his cheek? *ten in that cheek of bis. Ira scrubbed out the basin, filled It and tried to dive Into It, slapping the cold water in double bandfuls over bis glowing face and puffing through It like a porpoise. Meanwhile tbe heavy-eyed Fob dick was slinking through the dining-car, regarded with amasement by Dr. Tem ple and hie wi(e, who were already yp and breakfasting. "What's the matter with the bridal couples on tbls train, anyway?** aald Dr. Tpmple. "I can't imagine," said his wife, **we old couples are tbe only normal ones/' "Some more coffee, please, mother," he said. j ' . "But your nerves," she protested-. "It's my vacation," he insisted. Mrs. Temple stared at blm and shook her head: "I wonder what ipIst chief you'll be up to today? Yod've already been smoking, gambling, drinking ? have you been swearing, ? yet?" . ? ' , - / | "Not yet," the old cregyman smiled, 1 "I've been saving that up for a good j occasion. Perhaps It will rise before the day's over." - ? And his wife choked on her tea at the wonderful train-change that bad come over the best man In Ypsil&ntl. By this time Fosdlck had reached the stateroom from which he had been banished again ait the Nevada state-Une. He knocked cautiously. From within came an anrfous voloei "Who's there?" "Whom did you expect?" Mrs. Fosdlck popped her head Odt like a Jill In the box. "Oh, it's ydU, Arthur. Kiss me good morning." = He glanced round stealthily and obeyed instructions*. "I guess it's saf^? my darling." "Did you sleep, dovie?" she yawned. "Not a wink. They took off the Portland car at Granger and I had to sleep in one of the chairs in the observation room." Mrs. Fosdlck shook .her head at him , In mournful sympathy, and asked: "What state are we in now?" "A dreadful state ? Nevada." "Just what are we in Nevada?" < "I'm a bigamist, antf you've never been married at all." "Oh, these awful divorce laws!" she moaned, then left the general for the particular: "Won't you come In and hook me up?" - ' Fosdlck looked shocked: MI don't dare compromise you." "Will you take breakfast with me ? in the dining-car?" she pleaded. "Do we dare?" "We might call it luncheon," she suggested. I He seized the chance: "All rlg^t, I'll go ahead and order, and you stroll , In and I'll offer you the seat opposite me." //{ "But can't you hook me up?" He was adamant: "Not till we get to California. Do you think I want to , compromise my own wife? 8hh! | Somebody's coming!" And he darted off to the vestibule Just as Mrs. mi mie Wellington issued from number ten with hair askew, eyes only half open, and waist only half shut at the back. She made a Quick spurt to the women's room, found it locked, stamped her foot, swore under her breath, and leaned against the wall of the car to wait. About the same time, the man who was still her husband according ?to the law, rolled out of berth number two. There was an amazing clarity to his vision. He lurched as he made his way to the men's room, but it was plainly the train's swerve and not an Inner lurch that twisted the rorthrlfht of his progress. He squeezed into the men's room like a whole crowd at once, and sang out, "Good morning, all!" with a won derful heartiness. Then he pausSd over a wash basin, rubbed his hantfi | gleefully and ?roolalmed, like another Chantecler advertising a new day; "Well? I'm sober again!" Three cheers for you," said rival In radiance, bridegroom Lethrop. "How does It feetT" demanded ?** smiling so broadly that red the lather on his brush. He he sputtered Wellington ng water over his hot head entally ovsir Ash ton. .f I feel," he chortled* *1 : ? first little robin redbreast of the ryju>rlngtime. Tweetl Tweetr . -Vv ? ?' ' " " ? V itWA . it . .V ji i> Wbeii the excitement over hia re demption had somewhat c*ltnad, Aah too reopened the old topic of com versatlo?: , "Well, I bm they bad another scrap la?t night/' - 'They? who?" Mid Ira. through tola flying toothbrush. "The Mallorys. One? mora he oc cupied number three and she number seven." % "Well, well, 1 can't under* tand these modern marriages," aald Little Jim. rnle. with a aide glance at Ira. Ira suddeuly remembered the plight or the Mailorya and waa tempted to de fend them, but he nw the young lieu tenant blmielf Just entering the washroom. This was more than Well ington saw, for be went on talking" from behind a towel; "Well, if I were a bridegroom and had a bride like that, It would take more than a quaVrel to aend me to another berth." The othera made geaturea which he could not aee. Hla enlightenment came when Mallory snapped the towel from his handa and glared Into hlb face with all the rigbteoua wrath of a man hearing his domeatlc affairs pub licly discussed. "Were you alluding to me, Mr. Wellington?" he demanded, hotly. Little Jlmiulp almost perished with apoplexy: "You, you?" he mumbled. Why of course not. You're not the. only brldegrcfom on the train." Mall.ory tossed him the towel again- i "You meant Mr. Lathrop then?" "Me! Not much!" roared the in dignant Lathrop. Mallory returned to Wellington with a fiercer: "Whom, then?" He was In a dangerous mood, and Ashton came to the recue: "Oh, don't mind Wellington. " He's not sober yet." , Inspired suggestion came like a lire buoy to the hard-pressed Well- ! ington. He seized It and spoke thick- 1 ly: "Don't mind me ? I'm not shober ! yet." "Well, It's a good thing you're not, " WH8 Mallory's final growl as he began ! his own toilet. .The porter'a bell began to ring furl ouely, with a touch they, had already j come to recognize aa the English- ! man s. The porter had learned to rec ognlze it, too, and he always took double the necessary time to answer it. He was sauntering down the aisle at his most leisurely ga4t when Wedgewood's rumpled mane shot out from the curtains like a lion's from a Jungle, and he bellowed: "Pawtah1 Pawtah!" - j'Sttll on the train - aald the porter. tea"" may 8,Ve me mjr P?rtman "Yassah." He dragged It from the upper berth, and set It Inside Wedge wood s berth without special care as to its destination.. "Does you desire anything else, sir?" "Yes, your absence.- said Wed go wood. same to you and many of ' H1? Porter muttered to himself, and added to Marjorle, who was Just starting down the aisle: "I'll auttalnly be Interested in that man glttin' where he's goln' to git to." Noting that 8he carried Snoozleums, he said? ! Were comin' into a station right1 B??\ Without further discussion j she handed him the dog, and he hob- I bled away. A^Zbel 8,he reache<1 the women's ,0"nd Mrs Wellington wait- i ?. ng exasperation: Come. Join the line at the box of flee," she. said. I "Good morning. Who's in there?" said Marjorle, and Mrs. Wellington, not noting that Mrs. Whitcomb had come out of her berth and fallen into line, answered shanply: ' "I don't know. She's been there forever. I'm sure it's that cat of a Mrs. Whitcomb." | "Good morning, Mrs. Mallory," . snapped Mrs. Whitcomb. Mrs. Wellington was rather proud , that the random shot landed, but Mar- j Jorle felt most uneasy between the two tigresses: "Good morning, Mrs. Whitcomb," she said. There was a disagreeable silence, broken finally by Mrs. Wellington's: "Oh, Mrs. Mallory, would you be angelic enough to hook my gown?" "Of bourse X will," said Marjorle. , "May I hook you?" said Mrs. Whit comb. "You're awfully kind," said Mar jorle, presenting her shoulders to Mrs. Whitcomb, who asked with mali cious sweetness: "Why didn't your trosband do this for you this morn ing?" "I ? I don't remember," Marjorle stammered, and Mrs. Wellington tossed over-shoulder an apothegm: "He's no husband till he's hook-bro ken." Just then Mrs. Fosdlck came out of her stateroom. Seeing Mrs. Whit comb's waist agape, she went at it with a brief, "Good morning, every body. Permit me." , Mrs. Wellington twisted her head to gay "Good morning" and to ask, "Are you hooked, Mrs. Fosdlck?" "Not yet," pouted Mrs. Fosdlck* "Turn round and back up," said Mrs. Wellington. After some maneu vering, the women formed a complete circle, and Angers plied hoolte and eyes In a veritable Indies' Mutual Aid Society. By now, Wedge wood was reedy to' appear in a bathrobe about as gaudy as the royal standard of Greet Brit* aln. Ha stalked dowft the aisle, and answered the male chorus's e beefy "Good morning" with a ramllke Ira Lathrop felt amiable even t0> ward t lft foreigner, and he Obeerved: "Glorious morning this morning "I dafe say," growled Wedge wood. "I don't go in much for mawnlnge? especially when I have no tub." Wellington felt called upon to squalch film: "You cWl?lu?i> ur? Ud* r??l tub Oil ?? AnuHatu Mid em to you." "I d are i?y," mm Wedgewood in differently. "You mU 'em. We use 'em. Btrt, do you kuow, |'ve thought out a ripping Idea. I ?hall hare my cold bath this uuawnlng after nil." "What are you going to dot" growled Lathrop. "Crawl in the Ice water tank?" "Ob, dear, no. I shouldn't be let." and he produced from h!a pocket a rubber hose. "I simply affix this lit' tie tube to one end of the spigot and ware the sprlnklab hyah over my? er ? my person." Latbrop stared at him pityingly, and j demanded: "Wbat happens to the wa- ! ter, then?" "Wbat do I care?" said Wedge wood. 4 "You durned fool, you'd Wood the car." 1 ^'edgewood's high hopes withered, j hadn't thought of that," he sighed. "I suppose 1 muBt continue Just as 1 am till I reach Ban Francisco. The flrst thing I shall order tonight will be four cold tubs and a lemon equash." ? .While the men continued to make themselves presentable in a huddle, the hook-and-eye society at the other end of the car finished with the four waists, and Mrs. Fosdlck hurried away to kep her tryst In the dining car. The three remaining relapsed nto dreary attitudes. Mrs. Welling*, ton shook the ;knob of the forbidding door, and turned to complain: "What n heaven's name alls the creature In there. She must have fallen out 'of the window." 'Us outrageous," said Marjorle, rJghtu " *y WOmea v,0,ftt? 'women's Mrs. Whltcomb saw an opportunity to Insert a stiletto. She observed to Marjorle, with an x Innocent air: "Why, Mrs. Mallory, I've even known women to lock themelves In there and smoke!" While Mrs. Wellington was rum maglng her brain for a fitting retort the door opened, and out stepped Miss uattle, as was. She blushed furiously at sight of the committee waiting to greet her, but they repented their criticisms and tried to make up for them by the ex cessive warinth with which they ail exclaimed at once: "Good morning, Mrs. Lathrop!" tha?^1 ??rDin*' said Anne, then blushed yet redder: ,4Oh, I can't seem to get used to that name! l haven t kept you waiting?" Oh, not at all!" the women insist ed, and Anne fled to number six, re membered that this was no loiger her home, and moved on to number Hf- ' J *** Port?r was Just finish Ing his restoring tasks, and laying aside with some diffidence two gar-1 menta which Anne hastily stufTed into her own valise. ? i. ti Meanwhile Marjorle was pushing Mrs. Wellington ahead: ^ - ;;You go in first, Mrs. Wellington." w?? H g,? flr8t- 1 have no husband waiting for me," said Mrs. Welling. ^ Oh, I Insist," said Marjorle. Mrs W?nw? th,nk ?f 'V Persisted a Wellington. "I won't allow you " th k ien Mrs- Whltcomb * pushed them both aside: "Pardon me, won't youj. I m getting off at Heno." So am I," gasped Mrs. -'Welling ton rushing forward, only to be faced by the slam of the door and the click of /the key. She whirled back to de mand of Marjorle: Did you ever hear of such impudence?" , "I never did." "I'll never be ready for Reno," Mrs. Wellington walled, "and I haven't had my breakfast." "You'd better order It In advance," . Bald Marjorle. , "It takes that chef an,| hour to boll an egg three minutes." "I will, if I can ever get my face washed," sighed MrB. Wellington. , And now Mrs. Anne Lathrop, after ibuch hesitation, called timidly, "Por ter ? porter ? please!" "Yes ? miss ? missus!" he amended.' "Will you call my ? M she gulped-? "my husband?" "Yes, ma'am," the porter chuckled, and putting his grinning head in at the men's door, he bowed to Ira and said: "Excuse me, b\?t yo?u are sent for by the lady In number one." Ashton slapped him on the back and roared: "Oh, you married man!" "Well," said Ira, In self-defense, "1 don't hear anybody sending for you.": Wedgewood grinned at Ashton. "I rather fancy he bad you theah, old top, eh, what?" Ira appeared at number one, and bending over his treasure-trove, spoke in a voice that was pure saccharine! "Are you ready for breakfast, dear?" "Yes, Ira." "Come along to the dining-car." "It's cosier here^' she said. "Couldnt we have it served here?" ? "But it'll get all cold, and I'm hun gry," pouted the old bachelor, * to whom breakfast was a sacred insti tution. V , > ,? "All right, Ira," said Anne, glad to be meek; "come along," and she rose. Ira hesitated.. "Btlll, if you'd rath 'er, we'll eat here." He sat down. J "Oh, not at all," said Anne; "we'll go where you want to *tfo." "But I want to do what you want to do." "80 do I? we'll go," Mid Anne. A "Well at ay." "No, I insist on the dlnlng-ear." "Oh, all right, have your own way," ?aid Ira, aa If he were being bullied. And liked it.* Anne smiled at the oob* trarlness of men, an? Ira smiled at the contrariness ofwomenraxul wtMn they reached the vestibule they kissed eaeh other in mutual forgiveneea, f Am Wedgewood stropped an ohKaafc. rsato rs aaf ml yourself?" Unt wm "Oat everything but b*lr," ton, pointing to his wounded ? Ma) lory put out bis hand: you bo kind enough to " ruzor again thin Uiui nlngf "Sure thing." sold Asbtoo. ???. fitid your yiade in tbe bo* the*.-. Mallory then negotiated oue more freab shirt from tb? lUhmun, and * clean collar ir^T ton. Ho rejoiced thM tbe epd J{ day would bring blin in J; bio own bagpage. Four days of t ing on the country was enourh this soldier. I Also be felt, now tbat h? nU(1 jurle bad lived thus long, they survive sopiebpw till evening br< them tP Ban Francisco, where t were hundreds of minuter*. Ad<j ? t he conductor must ruin hie morning optimism, though he i his appearance In tbe waahroom genial good mornings for all. Mallory acknowledged the gr? and asked offhandedly; "By ths bow's sbe running?" T^he conductor answered even offhandedly: "About two hourr, and losln'." 'V?w Mallory was transfixed withal fear: "Good Lord, my transport, at sunrlae." "Ob, we ought to make midnight, anyway." "Midnight, and sail at daylight!^ "Unless We lose a little more tl? Mallory realised that every nev j managed to create its own With tbe .regularity of a miiku eacb morning left a fresh crUb, bis doorstep. (TO BK CONTINUED*! ??in . . . "'"t got in wrong with wrk Either Nev^r Write, or Ntver About Your Writings, Is Mora^ v Murdock's Experience. Back in the days when Wright waa demonstrating that art of aplittlng clouds wide open an aeroplane waa both easy and tlcal, Victor Murdock, who. on newspaper in Kansas and oc$uj seat in congress, wrote for bit > a three-column article, praising Wr in glowing, glittering, and di phrases, Shprtly after that Murdock, who, "j political and other reasons, alvt says he never writes anything that a pears id bis paper, attended an jyL plane meet, and was approach^ byj quiet young man who was erli a newspaper correspondent |$i "Mr. Murdock," said thla "I enjoyed immensely your article aeroplanes, and I was wondc you would tell me how yon?" "No, no! And again, no!" ed Murdock, "I never write l,, and I never give Interview* on appears in my paper." Whereupon the young man at into the crowd. That might at a banquet giveaj honor of the aeronauts, Murdockjj seated opposite Wilbur Wright, a a break in the chorus of talk, . dock leaned across the table, and i urbanely: "Mr. Wright, I hope youtti article I wrote and published in paper about you, and?" \ He got no further. Right there 1 the blowup, the crestfallen finish, bur gave him a stony stare, and w flash of a moment Murdock baCj ognlzed In Wright the man who accosted him earlier in the r* "The moral of that," aald Mi in telling the story, "is: Either l write, or never lie about your ings." ? Twlce-a-Month Popular zine. American Students of Sig. Randegger, the famous master, whose death has Just beesi nounced, had a great partiality^ American pupils. "Not," heonoej "that I think that their voices i ter in themselves. But Ai have so much more 'goV*4 they are so much more entbu they understand and act upon ^ thing one 'tells them with eagerness and intelligence. Th plenty of Epod voices among thf j lish people, but as pupils X find f with a few exceptions, mofe cold and self-conscious." Not Up on the Style The net#* proofreader, in tk|j formance of his duties, came up sentence: "An electrical cow milking < to be exhibited," etc. . "Gosh!" he muttered; "son Wrong about this. What.il- J trlcal cow, anyway? And bo*j an electrical cow milk a dfi' 1 going crazy!" ?? ? ' ? ? ? i" ? Common In New York The stranger in New York tied by the clanging of an r beU._ The ambulance stopi side door of a hotel and t ?nU ? hurried) y entered tip with their stretcher. But no crowd, no confusidn. R: "What's the excltementf 1 fer asked a native. "There'* no excitement," replied. "A stage lady * wealthy gentleman. ^That'l And ho hurried air"-* v Dealer Husband 0$1 ustrts a/5*oman Jali for opealai began a sutt Maw * ,d rstalli - the