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:1 U Goods delivers?! to all ports of the town on short notice. “WINDSOR SALT BEAN and SHUR'I‘S McGowan's Eclipse and Sovereign Five Roses Chesley Good Luck Milverton Three We handle the well brands of Flour such «ts 1 He Sells Cheap George Whitmore IND. 8(‘H qups. Curbing, {File TAKE NOTIICE "‘V‘YU kept. in stock. New Spring Prints are now in Call and see them 'S. l. BEES Sfll “v‘ WI Calder’s Block HOME STUDY Kp»: )il .\.\\’U.\"H ax»: xrzrzmxu New Pumps, Pump Re- pairs. Cement Curbing or Culvert Tile. see . . . Th Path H ANYUN} H if H SIX gace Curtains WM BIG 4 I! m v\ N (I Inf blem yard "IV th 30 yard With. Jewel tl Yd knuwn (l If 00 .0" I" u u. 1 mm rnought of a convent, but being a missionary must be much more exciting." She dismissed the dream with 'an abrupt shake of the head. “Excuse me, but do you happen to have nny matches?” ‘ "Matches! I never carry them!" “They never have matches in the "A missionary? Why leave Chica- go?" Mrs Wellington’s eye softened more or less convincingly: “Oh, love- ].V! How I should date upon being a mISIional'Y. I really think that after I get my divorce I might ham) 3 try at It. I had thought of a convent, but being a missionary must be much more exciting.” She dismiss-ed the A__-â€". â€" “To China!” Mrs. Wellington sawed. hardly believing her ears. “My dear! You don’t intend to marry a lanndryman?” “The idea! I’m going as a mission- nry.” “So do I," Mrs. Wellington amiably agreed, “and I hope they’ll pass just. such a lawâ€"~nfter I get, mine.” Then she ventured :2 little shaft of her own. “You don't believe in divorces. I judge you’ve never bten married.” “Not once!” The spinster drew her- self up, but Mrs. Wellington disarmed her with an unexpected bouquet: “Oh, lucky woman! Don’t let any heartless man delude you into taking the fatal step.” Anne Gattle was nothing if not hon-. est. She confessed frankly: “I must say that nobody has made any violent. eflorta to compel me to. That’s why I’m going to China.” preted it. with a smile of gay defiance: “Do you believe in divorces”. Anne Gattle stuck to her guns. “I must say I don't. I think a law ought to be passed stopping them." “I’ve got to “To get it? and dreadful I missionary. lie! to “Ben You 11v “Oh, ple of room," pressing 1: Miss Catt] back. whi‘. When YOu got tle shot and rose have toâ€" dred vices 1‘ than a few She did not was proud 4 Mrs. Jimmie- was accounted Gome- ‘thlng of a snob in Chicago society, but ,perhaps the missionary was a trifle the anobbiaher of the two when they . at. an’t the even z don to Jir lmae 89! H Ven't bI‘( OD 1mie Welington. th th 01 H tically, ye: rstand you ive there r )ortm‘ glance lady's could overlook a bun- Zulu queen more easily . fellow countr) woman. 3 Mrs. Jimmie, and she II ught much luggage. . four days with this, It will be such a re- nks at Reno. ” 1 Miss Gattle- “Dn ation came over th' Wellington intu V said, “I’m afraid 3 seat,” Miss Gat- :e at the intruder Then I supposé I’ll 9 to get it look of an Gattle. C‘Do fsudden overtha 88389- heard of Mrs. :Iltlllxlle Wellington. . "What a'dance she has led her poor husband!” M rs. Whltcomb said. “And my poor Sammy fell into her tan- =2 COPYRIGHT L431 35 COD: NOVHIZED DOMI rm: QDMEDY 0} THE SAME He turned to smile, “I bell Then his eyes widened as l nized the. speaker. "Mrs. Sammy Whltcomb!" It promised to be a curious In the corridor she administered an- ‘ other thrill~â€"this time to a tall young manâ€"a stranger, as alert for flirtation as a weasel for mischief. He huddlrd himself and his suitcases into as flat 8 space as possible. murmuripg: “These corridors are so narrow, aren't they?” “Aren’t they?" said Mrs. Jimmie. “So sorry to trouble you." “Don’t mention it.” She passed on, their glances fencing ‘ like playful foils. Then she paused: I ugars. U0 stay here till I come back. I have so much to say to you." Miss Gattle shook her head in de- spair. She could understand a dozen heathen dialects better than the speech of so utter a foreigner as her fellow-countrywoman. Mrs. Jimmie hastened away, rather pleased at the shocks she had administered. She en- joyed her own electricity. ' emu, saying: 'hat I had 2.021» .-.. and he needn't try to find fzu fellow, he will. He’ll hum :l:.- ‘ .1 nent high and low for me, MN 2'! While I’ll be in Nevada. lathe!- ~_- joke on little Jimmie, eh?" “But now I must go. Now I m go. I’ve really become quite addic to them.” “Divorces ?” “Cigars. Do stay here till I co baclg. I have so much to say to vo clu him up R< :10. \\ ife. Did \Vhitcom b- lucky wom quite misur tonic intern disturbed her. She went on as if the face opposite were not alive with hor- fror: “I should think that cigars might be a great consolation to a lady mis- sionary in the long lone hours ofâ€" what do missionaries do when they’re a not missionarying?" ' “That depends.” ‘ual in Mrs. Jimmie’s beatiflc look: “I can’t tell you what consolation my cigars have given me in my troubles. Mr. Wellington objectedâ€"but then Mr. “Divorces.” Miss Gattle took another reef in her tight 1198. “Do you smoke cigarettes?" Mrs. Wellington’s echoed disgust With disgust: ”Oh. no, Indeed. I loathe them. I have the most dainty little cigars. Did you ever try one?” Miss Gattle stiffened into one excla- mation point: ”Cigars! Me!” Mrs. Jimmie was so well used to' being disapproved of that it never disturbed her. She wont nn an n nu. women’é room one.” n Jimr CHAPTER VI. en i, but is this the car for ROI Oh Indee no . and I’ve used my last, *, “I believe THE DUI“... 1n e in my troubles. tedâ€"but then Mr. to nearly every- WhY I am forced he recog- Journey. 1‘5. S 0U so!" 1‘ CHRONICLE tvvw-vug ‘ - â€" r In n shabby old hack, were two of just want to not one question. I: you m happiest runaways that ever ‘11 flxln up for a brldnl couple? (Doubt 3 train. They were not miser- “Foollsh question. number eight ,, .. _ 3M. like the young couple in the taxi- million, forty-tinge, “m Show. A" bub. They were. white-haired both. saver, no, we no. Tho porters too. gluten“! like Continued on page 1 Anxiously ’the inter meshed 1â€". “I Just want to at one question. 13 you all flxln’ _up for a brick] couple?” doll this ?9’ “Oh, I’d love to,” she glowed, 113:;- tening into the section among the young men and the bundles. The un- usual stir attracted the porter’s sus- picions. He came forward with a look of authority: “'Scuse me, but whaâ€"what’s ali ment being carried out successfullx Lieutenant Hudson, with °a ghouliszi smile, explained: “Being old friends of the bride am groom, we want to fix their section 1:] in style and make them truly comfort able.” “That’s why we want to make it. nice and bride-like,” said Shaw. “I’vr- haps you could help usâ€".-â€"a woman‘s touchâ€"3' would nave preferred a stateroom." “Of course ” said Hudson, almm‘o blushing, “but it was taken. This was the best we could do for them." “Delicious!" gushed Mrs. \Vhitcomh “But you ought to have some rice and old shoes.” “Here’s the rice,” said Hudson. “Here’s the old shoes,” said Shaw. “Lovely!" cried Mrs. Whitcomb, but then she grew soberer. “I should think, though, that theyâ€"the young couph â€"~ would have preferred a stateroom.“ Having rmounted this plan in t1 full belief that it was even at that m And then they explained to her tlsa their classmate at West Point, being ordered suddenly to the Philippines had arranged to elope with his beloww Marjorie Newton; had asked them it get the tickets and check the baggam while he stopped at a minister’s *5 “get spliced and hike for Manila 1)) this train." “Talk about. wofilanly int said Lieutenvnt Hudson, with gratiating salaam. “If Mallory catches us, he'll kill us.’ said Lieutenant Shaw. Lieutemm' long streamer of white satin ribbon Its glimmer? and the glimmering eye of the young man excited Mrs. Whit comb so much that after a little hesi- tance she moved forward, followed by the jealous Ashton. 'l he porter retre apologizing glib]; questioning' you, 1 looked kind 0’ ecc The two young parcels on the sea wrap them hastily. ages came "You bla “Oh, he won’t dare to fi, presence of his little bridey you see the porter in there “Yes, suppose he objects “Well, we have the tick claim it’s our section till M. Mrs. Mallory come.” They mowd on into Hm I in the manger and dragged her _ 0 her seat, leaving the young man exclnlm: “Some tamarind, that!" Another younanan behind growled: “Cut out the tamarinds get to business. Mallory will be 1 any minute.” 1V :have been really e arn est or thoughtful; t he was a 1 some! young man, her starch w: stantly changed to sugar: And si he rewarded hers with another. Then Ashton intervened like a l- A! K: From behind the ribly. But we tea with me it might Hug a divorce on sertlon.” Ashton. ualous comforter. tpok a wr: :bful tone: “I always thought your husband may the most unmitigated-~" Br: Mrs. “hitcomh bridled at once. “E 1w dare you criticize Sammy! He's (11- mcest bay in the world." _; you n Ivovered' quickly. “That’s “in I started to say. Will he combs: t! mmvorce 1’" ‘Cf coursu not,” she beamed. “The ( La? {CHOW ‘s-X uld naval- flan” nan "0:, ” e not.” the beamed.. “The :32- {wow wauld newer deny me any- ifn . Sammy ofl’ered to get it him- .11‘. but I told him he’d better Slay Chicago and stick to business. I [all need such a lot of alimony." ' "Too bad he couldn’t have Dug,” Ashton insinuatefl. But the irony was Mama 4-“- _. C011] 0 n 0 think what he’ll do to sees what we've done 'ing to look earnest and d heartbroken, but the rdly plausible, for Mrs. omb could not possibly ally earnest or really uy was wasted, for s, I shall miss him a feared that if he 1 ight hamper me in she ventured to the Bamfier me in get. the ground of de~ leart was quite She proved it Le heard behind was a hand tuition!’ I an in HUOI‘)’ have died out as the one great hurrah of a crowded ball-ground is quenched In air when the home team's vitally Wed home run awervea outside the led: He : at 3! “Oh, it’s all right now. There goes the minister hurrying to their very car. Mallory has the licenue In hi- pocket, and here comes the paroon. Hooray!” ' ' The Masked Minister. 1 Being an angel must have this great ‘ advantage at least, that one may sit in l the grandstand overlooking the earth and enjoy the ludicrous blunder of litre were Mallory and Marjorie. still merely engaged. bitterly regret- ting their inability to get married and to continue their journey together. There in the car were the giggling conspirators preparing a bridal mock- ery for their sweet confusion. Then the angels might have nudged one another and laid: This night. if any angels were watching Chicago, the Mallory mix-up must have given them a good laugh, or a good cryâ€"according to their na- tures. Finding himself on his back, be de- cided to remain there. And there he remained, oblivious of the carnival preparations going on just outside his canopy. through his own curtains into berth. Mrs. Whitcomb, who had now mounted a step ladder and poised her- self as gracefully as possible, shrieked with alarm. as she saw Wellington's bulk rolling toward her frail support. \It Hudson and Shaw had not been football veto.ans at West Point and hld not known just what to do when the center rush comes bucking the line, they could never have blocked that flying wedge. But they checked him and impelled him backward Everybody agreed that it was a happy thought. and even Jimmie Wel- lington, like a great baby, bounding from tears to laughter on the instant. was chortling: “A rtshe trap? That's abslootly splendidâ€"greatea’ invensh' modern times. I must stick around and see her when she flops." And then he lurched forward like a too- obliging elephant. “Let me help you." Mrs. Whitcomb, who had now “He looks. like a whole wedding par- ty." was Ashton's only comment on .the copious grief. It was poor Welling ton’s fate to hunt as vainly for sym- Lpathy as Diogenes for honesty. The decorators either ignored him or shunted him aside. They were Inter» ested in a strange c-ontrivance of rib- bons and a box that Shaw produced. “That," Hudson explained. “is a lib tle rice trap. We hang that up there It's bad. eh ‘3 Immediately Wellington’s great (we began to churn and work like a big eddy in a river. Suddenly he was weeping. “Excuse these tears, zhent- tlemen, but I onceâ€"I was once a b-b-brlde myself.” “H6 100’“: like a whole weddint nor. Lieutenant Shaw grifified know what you understood, what we're doing." “Why, lwre’s Little Buttercup!" sang out young Hudson, looking at him in amazed amusement. “Did I un'stan’ somebody say you're preparing for brile coupl’?" 1 90000606000664 66+6¢ “Brile co like an en come lntox Little Jimn more symy brile couple Iresn Stone the prospect. refreshin’ to bode! This carry nothin’ just nachally pie." : OQOOOOOOOQOOOOQQOOO to s 0... 99999090009. 0 O 6 § + <9 <9- CHAPTER VII. . 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