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RUPERT flUOHES MMLIZED IPOM T/iE GOMEDY OF TUE SAME AAME. T T T ' 1UUST?ATED ERQM. PrtOTOG?APHS OF , THE PLAY AS P?OIWCED i > COPY/WOMT (011 g_> H.K.F1.V CO? "Mallory cast one miserable glance down the aisle at Dr. temple coming back from the smoking room. As the aid man paused to stars at the bridal berth, whose preparation he had not aeon, ha was just enough befuddled by has first cigar for thirty years to look a trifle tipsy. The motion of the train and the rakish tilt of hla un? wonted crimson tie ton firmed the anspielen and annihilated Mallory's new-born hope, that pert ape repentant fata had dropped a person at their Tory feet Ha sank Into the teat opposite ?eexjorle, who gare him one terrified fiance* and burst Into fresh sobs: "Oh?oh?boo-boo?I'm so unhap? Perhaps Mrs. Temple was a little miffed at the couple that had lad her aJPtray and opened her own honey gaoon with a wanton ?b. in any case, the beat consolation she could offer Marjorte waa a perfunctory pat, and a eynlciam: ?There, there, dear! Ton don't know what real nnhappineaa la yet Walt fill you're been married a watte." And than aha noted a startling lack of completeness tn the bride's hand. "Why?say dear!?-where'e your wedding rtngr With -what he considered great presence of mind, Mallory explained: It?It slipped off?I?I picked It up, X have ft here.** And be took the little gold baud from his waistcoat tad tried to jam It on Marjorie s right thumb. "Not on the thumb!" Mrs. Tampla cried. "Don't you know?" "Ton see. It's my first mairiage." "Ton poor boy?this finger!" And lira. Tampla, raising Ifarjorte'a limp nand, selected the proper digit, and held It forward, while Mallory pressed the fatal circlet home. And then Mrs. Temple, baring com? pleted their installation aa man and Wife, utterly confounded their con fusion by bar llnal effort at comfort: "Wall, my dears. 1*11 go back to my goat, and leavo you alone with your dear husband." "My dear whutr* Marjorie mumbled Inanely, and began to sniffle again. Whereupon Mr*. Temple reelgnod ber to Mallory, and consigned ber to fate with a consoling platitude: "Cheer up. my dear, you'll be aU right in the mor-tn*." Marjorie and Mallory'a eye? met In one Wild Clean, end then both itared tu to the window, and did not notice tAat the shades were down. t^frZ> CHAPTER XI. 1 A Chance Encounter. While Mrs. Temple was confiding to her husband that the agitated couple In the next seat bad lust come from a wedding-factory, and had got on while be w.iF k t, la I I I era land, the people in the tatl OS tin* other side Of them went engaged in a little drama of their own. Ira Lathrop. known to all who knew him as a woman-hating snapplng-tur tle, was so busily engsged trying to drag the farthest luvading rice grains out of the bark of hla neck, that he was late in realizing his whereabouts. When he raised his head, he found that he had crowded Into a Beat with an uncomfortable looking woman, who crowded against the window with old maidenly timidity. Ho felt some apology to be neces? sary, and he snarled: "Disgusting things, these weddings!" After he heard this, It did not sound entirely felicitous, so he grudgingly ventured: "Excuse me?you married?" She denied the soft Impeachment so heartily that he eoftened a little: "You're a sentdble woman. 1 guess yon and I are the only sensible peo? ple on this train." "It?seems?so," she giggled. It was the first time her splnetershlp had been taken aa material for a com? pliment Something In the girlish giggle end the strangely young smile that swept, twenty years from her face and belled the sliver lines In her hair, seemed to catch the old Bachelor's attention. He stared at her so florooly that she looked about for ft way to escape. Then a curiously anxious, almost a hungry, look soft? ened his leonine Jowls into a boyish eagerness, and his growl became a sort of gruff purr: "Say, you look something like an old iwe?thearl?er?TrVencT-^T TElnS. Were you ever In Brattleboro, VtT' A flush warmed her cheek, and a sense of home wanned her prim speech, as she confessed: "1 came from there originally." "So did I," said Ira Lathrop, lean? ing closer, and beaming like a big eun: "I dort suppose you remember Ira Lathrop?" The old maid stared at the bachelor as if she were trying to see the boy she had known, through the mask that time had modeled on his face. And then she waa a girl again, and her voice chimed as she cried: "Why, Ira!?Mr. Lathrop!?is It you?" She gave him her hand?both her hands, and he smothered them in one big paw and laid the other on for extra warmth, as he nodded his sav? age head and roared as gentle as a sucking dove: "Well, well! Annie?Anno?Miss Oattle! What do you think of that?" They gossiped across the chasm of of years about people and things, ana knew nothing of the excitement bo close to them, saw nothing of Chicago ?lipping back Into the distance, with Its many lights shooting across the windows like hurled torches. Suddenly a twinge of ancient jeal? ousy shot through the man's heart, recurring to old emotions. "So you're not married, Annie. Whatever became of that fellow who used to hang round you all the timer*'" - - ? "Charlie Selby?" She blushed at the name, and thrilled at the luxury q| meeting Jealousy. "Oh, he entered the church. He's a minister out in Ogden, Utah." "I alwayu knew he'd never amount to much," was Lathrop's epitaph on his old rival. Then he started with a new twinge: "You bound for Ogden, too?" "Oh, no," she smiled, enraptured THE WEDDING RING 18 FOUND. "QUICK?HIDE HIM?HURRY!" SH E GASPED at the new sensation of making a man anxious, and understanding all In a flash the motives that make coquettes. Then she told him her destination. "I'm on my way to China." "China!" he exclaimed. "So'm I!" She stared at him with a new thought, and gushed: "Oh, Ira?are you a missionary, too?" "Missionary? Hell, no!" he roared. "Excuse me?I'm an importer?Anne, I?I?" But the sonorous swear reverberat? ed in their ears like a smitten bell, and he blushed for it, but could not recall it CHAPTER XII. The Needle In the Haystack. The almost-married couple sat long In mutual terror and a common par? alysis of ingenuity. Marjorle, for lac!: of anything better to do, was absent mindedly twisting Snoozleum's ears, while he, that pocket abridgment of a dog, in a well meaning effort to di? vert her from her evident grief, made a great pretense of ferocity, growling and threatening to bite her fingers off. The new ring attracted his spe? cial jealousy. He was growing dis? couraged at the ill-success of tils Tin personation of t wolf, and dejected at being so crassly ignored, when he suddenly became, in his turn, a center of interest. Marjorie was nwakened from her trance of inanition by the porter's voice. His plantation voice was or? dinarily as thick and sweet as his own New Orleans sorghum, but now it had a bitterness that curdled the blood * " 'Scuse me, but how did you-all git that theah dog in t is heah can?" "Snoozleums is always with me," said Marjorle briskly, as if that set? tled it and turned for confirmation to the dog himself, "aren't you, Snoozleums?" "Well," the porter drawled, trying to be gracious with his great power, "tbe rules don't 'low no live stock in the Bleepln* cars, 'ceptln' humans." Marjorle rewarded nls condescen? sion. tkJ-? a pjuut:. "Snoozleums is more human than you are." v 1 "I p'sume he is," the porter ad? mitted, "but he cau't make up berths. Anyway, the rules 3ays dogs goes with the baggage." Marjorie swept rules aside with a defiant: "I don't care. I won't ho separated from my Snoozleums." She looked to Mallory for support, but he wai too sorel; tiuubled with greater anxieties to be capable of any action. The porter tried persuasion: "You betta lemme tako him, the conducta Is vvuss'n what 1 am. He th'oWOd a couple of dogs out the window trip befo' Hst." "The brute!" "Oh, yassum, he Is a regulah brute. He Just loves to hear 'm splosh when they light." Noting the shiver that shook the girl, the porter offered a bit of con? solation: "Better lenune have the pore little thing up in the baggage cah. He'll be in charge of a lovely baggage-smash? er." "Are you sure he's a nice man?" "Oh, yassum, he's death on trunks, but he's a natural bom angel to dogs." Well, if I must, I must," sho sobbed. "Poor little Snoozleums! Can he come back and see me tomorrow?" Marjorte's tears were splashing on the puzzled dog, who nestled close, with a foreboding of disaster. "I reckon p'haps you'd better visit him." "Poor dear little Snoozleums?good night, my littlo darling. Poor little Child?U'l the first night he's slew, ull by his 'ittle lonesome, and?" The porter was growing desperate, lie clapped bis hands together im? patiently and urged: i think 1 hear thai conducta cumin'." The nils succeeded. Marjorle fair? ly forced the dog ou hint, "Quick hide him?hurry!" she gasped, and sank on the seat completely crushed. "I'll be so lonesome without Bnoozle ums." Mallory felt called upon to remind her ol I?1h presence. "1?I'm here, Marjorie." Sho looked at htm Just once -at him, the source of all her troubles?buried her bead In ber arms, and relumed her grief. Mallory I stared at her helplessly, then roso and bent over to whisper: "I'm going to look through the train." "Oh, don't leave me," she pleaded, clinging to him with a dependence ? that restored his respect. "I must find a clergyman," he whls- 1 pered. "I'll be back the minute I find one, and I'll bring him with me." The porter thought he wanted the dog back, and quickened his pace till he reached the corridor, where Mal? lory overtook him and asked, in an effort at casual indifference, if he had seen anything of a clergyman on board. "Ain't seen nothin' that even looks like one," said the porter. Then he hastened ahead to the baggage car with the squirming Snoozleums, while Mallory followed slowly, going from seat to seat and car to car, subjecting all the male? to an inspection that rendered some of them indignant, others of them uneasy. If dear old Doctor Temple could only have known what Mallory was hunting, he would have snatched off the mask, and thrown aside the secu? lar scarlet tie at all costs. But poor Mallory, unable to recognize a clergy? man so dyed-in-the-wool as Doctor Temple, sitting In the very next seat ?hovjr could he be expected to pick out another in the long and crowded train? All clergymen look alike when they are in convention assembled, but sprinkled- through a crowd they are not so easily distinguished. In the sleeping car bound for Port? land, Mallory picked one man as a clergyman. He had a lean, ascetic face, solemn eyea, and he was talking to his seat-mate in an oratorical man? ner. Mallory bent down and tapped the man's shoulder. "The effect was surprising. The man jumped as if he were stabbed, and turned a pale, frightened face on Mal? lory, who murmured: "Excuse me, do you happen to be a clergyman?" A look of relief stole over the man's features, followed closely by a scowl of "wounded vanity: "No, damn you, I don't happen to be a parson. I have chosen to bo? well, if you had watched the bill? boards In Chicago during our run, yon would not need to aek who I am!" I Mallory mumbled an apology and jburrled on, just overhearing his vic? tim's sighf "Such is fame!" He saw two or three other clerical persons in that car, but feared to touch their shoulders. One man in the last seat held him specially, and ! he hid in the turn of the corridor, in : the hope of eavesdropping some clue. This man was bent and scholastic cf appearance, and wore heavy spec? tacles and a heavy beard, which Mal? lory took for a guaranty that he was not another actor. And he was read ing what appeared to be printer's proofs. Mallory felt certain that they wars a volume of sermons. He lin- 1 gered timorously in the environs for ; some timo before the man spoke at all to the dreary-looking woman at his side. Then the stranger spoke. I And this is what ho said and read: | "I fancy this will make the bigots sit up and take notice, mother: "If there ever was a person named Moses, It is certain, from the writings as cribsd to him, that he disbelieved the Egyptian theory of a life after death, i and combated it as a heathenish su- j perstltion. The Judaic idea of a fu- ; ture existence was undoubtedly ao- j quired from the Assyrians, during tho captivity.'" He doubtless read much more, but , Mallory fled to the next car. There he found a man in a frock coat talk? ing solemnly to another of equal i solemnity. The seat next them wasj unoccupied, and Mallory dropped into ' it. perking his ears back word for news "Was y,,u over In MoUno?" on*) voice asked, ! ' Was l? tho other muttered. , "V 8 in't 1 run out of there by one oi' I my audiences, I was glviu' hypnotic: demonstrations, and 1 bad a run-in with one of my 'horses,1 and he done no dirt. Right in the midst of one of Iiis cataleptic trances, be got down from the chairs where 1 bad stretched him out and hollered: 'He's a buru faker, gents, and owes me two weeks* pay.' Thank Gawd, there was a back door oponln' on a dark alloy leadin' to the switch yard. I caught a a\r boose just as a freight train was pull in* out." Mallory could hardly get strength to iise and continue his search. On his way forward he met tho conductor, crossing a vestibule between cars. A happy thought occurred to Mallory. Ho said: "Excuse me, but have you any preachers on board?" "None bo far" "Are you sure?" "Pesitlve." 1 "How can you tell?" "Well, If l grown man offers me a half-fare ti.ket, I guess that's a pret? ty good sign, ain't It?" Mallory guessed that It was, and turned back, hopeloss and helpless. CHAPTER XIII. Hostilities Begin. During Mallory's absence, Marjorie had met with a little adventure of her own. Ira Lathrop finished his re encounter with Anne Gattle shortly after Mallory set out stalking clergy? men. In the mingled confusion of finding his one romantic flame still glowing on a vestal altar, and of shocking her with an escape of pro? fanity, he backed away from her pres? ence, and sank into his own berth. He realized that he was not alone. Somebody was alongside. He turned to find the great tear-spent eyes of Marjorie staring at him. He rose with a recrudescence of his woman hating wrath, and dashing up the aisle, found the porter just returning from the baggage car. He seized the black factotum and growled: "Say porter, there's a woman In my berth." The porter chuckled. Incredulous: "Woman in yo' berth"!" "Yes?get her out." "Yassah," the porter nodded, and advanced on Marjorie with a gentle, " 'Scuse me, missus?yo' berth is num ba one." "I don't care," snapped Marjorle. "I won't take It." "But this un belongs to that gentle? man." "He can have mine?ours?Mr. Mal? lory's," cried Marjorle, pointing to the white-ribboned tent in the farther end of the car. Then she gripped the arms of the seat, as If defying evic? tion. The porter stared at her In helpless chagrin. Then he shuffled back and murmured: "I reckon you'd betta put her out." Lathrop withered the coward with one contemptuous look, and strode down the aisle with a determined grlmness. Ho took his ticket from his pocket as a clinching proof of his title, and thrust it out at Marjorle. She gave it one indifferent glance, and then her eyes and mouth puckered, as if she had munched a green persim? mon, and a long low wail like a dis? tant engine-whistle, stole from her lips. Ira Lathrop stared at her in blank wrath, doddered irresolutely, and roared: "Agh, let her have It!" The porter smiled triumphantly, and said: "She says you kin have her berth." He pointed at the bridal ar? bor. Lathrop almost exploded at the idea. Now he felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to see Little Jimmle Well? ington emerging from bis berth with an enormous smile: "Say, Pop, have you aeeE lovely rice-trap? Stick around till she flops." But Lathrop flung away to the smoking room. Little Jimmle turned j to the jovial negro: "Porter, porter." "I'm right by you." "What time d'you say we get to ' Reno?" "Mawnln' of the fo't-h. day, sali." "Well, call me Just before we roU In." And he rolled in. His last words I floated down the aisle and met Mrs. ' Little Jimmle Wellington Just return? ing from the Women's Room, where she had sought nepenthe In more than one of her exquisite little cigars. The familiar voice, familiarly bibulous, smote her ear with amazement. She beckoned the porter to her anxiously. "Porter! Porter! Do you know the name of the man who Just hur? ried in?'" "No'm," said the porter. "I reckon he's so broken up he aint got any name left." "It couldn't be," Mrs. Jimmle mused. 'Things can be sometimes," said the porter. "You may make up my berth now," said Mra Wellington, forgetting that Anne Qattle was still there. Mrs. Wellington hastened to apologize, and begged her to stay, but the spin?ter wanted to be far away from the dis? turbing atmosphere of divorce. She was dreaming already with her eyes open, and she sank into number six In a lotus-eater's reverie. Mrs. Wellington gathered certain things together and took up her hand? bag, to return to the Women's Room, Just as Mrs. Whltcomb came forth from the curtains of her own berth, where she had made certain prelim? inaries to disrobing, and put on a light, decidedly negligee negligee. The two women collided in tho aisle, whirled on one another, as wom? en do when they jostle, recognised each other with wild stares of amaze? ment, set their tatth, and made a ous <msu aiong uie cuiikiot, r wrestling with shoulder i y reached the door marked 'Woniajn" at the same instant, and as n Ither would have dreamed ot otTer i g the other a courtesy, they squc zed through together in a Kllr ltonny jumble. (TO BE CON1 IXUKD1 p?sii no I th< i !>? ? rl .. i i? t ? . . me m< n rd Daily Thought. Never to tire, never tv) grow cold, to be patient, sympathetic, lender; 10 ook for the budding flower and the >:>ening heart, ?o hope always; like jod, to love always?this is duty.? 4.miel. FIRM BALLOT TUDAk* INDICAT? ED RfcSLLT. Clark Force? Break Up, Illinois Vir? ginia ami West Virginia doing fco Wilson?I*rogrvM?ive (ioveruor of Xew Jersey Win? Witbont Xew York'*- Votes. Baltimore, July I.?When the- con? vention convened the Wilson leaders claimed poettlvely that, sa the result of the morning canvass they now have sufficient pledges to bring the Wilson vote up to six hundred. They now claim Illinois and Uassachosetts. The Wilson men claim that the action of the antl-Bryanites \n endeavoring to effect a coalition of the Clark and Underwood forces bad the effect of swinging many heretofore non-com mital delegates to Wilson. The convention was called to order at 12.01 t'nis afternoon. Chairman James issuing orders for the police to dear thy aisles. Immediately after the Invocation the call for the forty third ballot wna made. The predict? ed break in the Illinois delegation came in this ballot. Great hurrah came when that state was called and Sullivan announced. "Clark 12, Wilson 40, and under the unit rule the com? plete vote of the state, OS, must be cast for Wilson." New Jersey dele pates led a tumultous cheer und the convention broke into a thunder of rejoicing. j Connecticut broke part of Its dele? gation, giving Wilson five, a gain of two. Michigan caught the contagion, canting only two for Clark and 28 for Wilson, a gain of eight for Wilson. On forty-third ballot New York j failed to shift, Murphy deciding in caucus that it would be useless to 1 shift from Clark to Underwood at this juncture. At 12.42 Virginia broke, casting solid 24 votes for Wilson, giving him a majority for the lirst time. Three minuses later West Virginia broke, throwing sixteen to Wilson. ! When Virginia's twenty-four went for Wilson there was the wildest sort of cheering by Wilson men. who seemed to enjoy the realization that Thomas F. Ryan, who was denounced by Bryan, was one of the delegates whose halt vote was cast for Wilson. There was no choice on the forty third ballot but the feeling even among the ultra-Clark men was that only the most sensational turn of af? fairs could prevent Wilson's nomina? tion wtihin the next few ballots. Baltimore, July 2.?The deadlock? ed Democratic convention resumed its eeastone at noon. The only change from yesterday is the growth in the belief that Wilson has attained the height of his strength and that UlM Clark he wll now hit the backward trail. Underwood's followers jefuse to desert him and stili hold the bal ar.ee of power. The Wilson leaders continue to claim, however, that if Underwood's supporters break away from him Wilson will reap the bene? fit. Wilson Develops Strength. Baltimore, July 2.?In the forty third ballot Wilson showed more strength than his opponents antici? pated. Wilson receiving 602, Clark 327, Underwood 92 1-2. Harmon 2S, Kern 1, POM 1, Bryan 1. Wilson Makes Rig Gala. Baltimore, July 2.?On the forty fourth ballot Indiana goes solid for Wilson. The rock-ribbed conservative delegation from Colorado broke on this ballot and nine votes went to Wilson. There was no choice on this bal? lot?Wilson received Clark S0<; Underwood It, Harmon 27, Foss 27. Wisconsin and Utah go solid fo ? Wil? son. At the Close Of thi> ballot the Wil? son leaders found thai Wilson need? ed only 97 more votes to win the nom? ination and they began ? lively skirm? ish to obtain the necessary 'votes and make the nomination possible on the next few ballots. Gained a Pew More. Baltimore, July 2.?On the forty fifth ba?ot there was no choice, Wil? son received 83$, ?Mark SOS, Under? wood n7. Harmon 23, Posa 27. Underwood Withdraw-. WllttM Nom? inated. Baltimore, July 22. On the forty sixth ballot Underwood withdrew and Wilson was nominated. Carious Lore. It has been remarked as a curious eircumstanoi thai Bonaparte and Wo* llngtou were born In the same year, and thi t [1 irns and l'<??:g the Scotch pott, were bo h born on Jan. II; hut It is more rem ' i>v that the two greatest dramatic . of modern Ba? re e, Suakcsr* re and Ccrvaatas, both dif(i on the same 'lay in tho same year. April 23, 1616. It is further re markable that SI nkeapears, like the great Raphael and Boblsskl, died on the anniversary ol his birth.?From FcnDell's Shakespeare Repository, 1858.