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BEAN TheBig4 BIG 4 .VU N) I) \'.\(‘.\TH |.\' Hvlsilwds ()ullrgc H \vidt President Jewel l.m Lm WIN N [H Mallory got into his shoes and as much of his clothes as was necessary for the dash to the washroom, and took on his arm the rest of his ward- robe. Just as he issued from his lonely chamber, Marjorie appeared from hers. much disheveled and heavy-eyed. The bride and groom ex- changed glances of mutual terror, and hurried in opposite directions. His belated sleep and hers had spared them both the stares and laughing chatter of the passengers. But this bridal couple’s two berths, standing like towers among the seats, had provided conversation for every- body, had already united the casual group of strangers into an organized gossip-bee. The spickest and spannest of lieu- tenants soon realized that he was re« duced to wearing yesterday's linen as well as yesterday’s beard. This was intolerable. A brave man can endure hearthreaks, loss of love, honor and place, but a neat man cannot abide the traces of time in his toilet. Lieu- tenant Mailory had seen rough servc ice in camp and on long hikes, when he gloried in mud and disorder, and he was to see campaigns in the Phil- ippines, when he should not take on his shoes or his uniform for three days at a time. But that was the field, and this car was a drawing room . In this crisis in his affairs, Little Jimmie Wellington waddled into the men’s room, floundering about with every lurch of the train, like a cannon loose in the hold of a ship. He fum- bled with the handles on a basin, and imade a crazy toilet, trying to find isome abatement of his fever by filling is glass at the ice-water tank and lemptying it over his head. These drastic measures restored 1:!!! to some sort of coherency, and Mallory appealed to him for help in e matter of linen. Wellington ef- fusively offered him everything he had, and fiallory selected from his store half a dozen collars, any one of which woull have gone round his neck nearly twice, virgin wafer of steel for his very own. With this assistance. Mallory was enabled to make himself fairly pre- sentable. When he returned to his seat, the three curtalred rooms had been whisked away by the porter. 'There was no place now to hide from the passengers. He sat down facing the feminine ,end of the car, watching for Marjorie. The passengers were watching for 'her, too. hoping to learn what un- lheard-of incident could have pro- voked the quarrel that separated a. bride and groom at this time, of all times. RUDE RI HUGHES NOVHIZED PROM THE COMEDY Of THE SAME Wellington also proffered razor, and made him 3 pr! virgin wafer of steel for his To the general bewilderment, when Marjorie appeared, Mallory and she rushed together and clasped hands with an ardor that suggested a desire tor even more ardent greeting. The passengers almost sprained their ears. to hear how they would make up such a dreadful feud. But all they heard was: “We’ll have to hurry, Marjorie, it we want to get any breakfast." “All right, honey. Come along." Then the inscrutable couple scur- ried up the aisle, and disappeared in the corridor. leaving behind them a mighty riddle. They kissed in the corridor of that car, kissed in the ves- tibule. kissed in the two corridors of the next car, and were caught kiss- ing in the next vestibule by the new conductor. The dining car conductor. who flat- tered himself that he knew a brido and groom When he saw them. es- corted them grand!!! to a table rcz' two; and the waiter fluttered ab”? them with extraordinary considera- They had a plenty to talk of in pros. pect and retrospect. They both felt. lure that a minister lurked among the cars somewhere, and they ate with a sent to prey-are (or the ceremony. at- mlnx the best place for it. end quars ) proffered his safety him a present of a Leel for his very own. c:=:3 commona- L9" 5;: Anny co. b’fiifi'éSéiRAPHs or me PLAY A5 peonvceo 2.4 HENRY w. WAGE: Marjorie had left Snoozleums with Mrs. Temple, who promised to hide him when the new conductor passed through the car, and she reminded Harry to get the waiter to bring them a package of bones for their only “child." so far. On the way back from the dining car they kissed each other good-bye again at all the trysting places they had sanctified before. The sun was radiant, the world good, and the very train ran with jubilant rejoicing. They could not doubt thatafew more hours would see them legally man and Wife. reling amoronsly over details. Mal-‘ lory was for one of the vestibuies as the scene of their union, but Marjorie was for the baggage car, till she real- ized that Snoozleums might be unwill- ing to attend. Then she swung round to the vestibule, but Mallory shifted to the observation platform. Mallory “store-d Marjorie to her place in their car, and with smiles oi! assurance, left her for another par- son-hunt through the train. She wait- ed for him in a bridal agitation. He ransacked the train forward in vain, and returned, passing Marjorie with a shake of the head, and a sour countenance. He went out to the ob- servation platform where he stumbled on Ira LathrOp and Anne Gattle, en- gaged in a conversation of evident intimacy, for they jumped when he opened the door, as it they were guilty of some plot. Mallory mumbled his usual, “Ex- cuse me." Whirled on his heel, and dragged his discouraged steps back through the Observation Room. where various women and a few men of evi- dent unclericality were draped across arm chairs and absorbed in lazy con- versation or bobbing their heads over magazines that trembled with the mo- tion of the train. Mrs. Wellington was busily writing at the des‘:, but he. did not know who she was, and he did not care whom she was writing to. He did not ob- serve the halefnl glare of Mrs. Whit- comh, who sat watching Mrs, Welling. ton, knowing all too well who she was, and 'snspecting the correspond- entâ€"Mrs. Whitcomb was tempted to Spell the word with one “1‘." Mallory stumbled into the men's portion of the composite car. Here he nodded with a sickly cheer to the sole occupant, Dr. Temple, who was looking less ministerial than ever in an embroidered skull cap. The old rascal was sitting far back on his lumbar vertebrae. One of his hands clasped a long glass filled with a liquid of a hue that resembled some- thing stronger than what it was-â€" mere ginger ale. The other hand toyed with a long black cigar. The smoke curled round the old man’s head like the fumes of a sultan's narghile, and through the wisps his face was one of Oriental luxury. . Mallory’s eyes were caught from this picture of beatitude by the en- trance, at the other door, of a man who had evidently swung aboard at the most recent stopâ€"for Mallory had not seen him. His gray hair was crowned with a soft black hat, and his spare frame was swathed in a frock coat that had seen better days. His soft gray eyes seemed to search timidly the smoke-clouded atmos- phere, and he had a bashful air which Mallory translated as one of diifldence in a place where liquors and cigars were dispensed. In the CompOSite Car. It was the gentle stranger's turn to miss his guess. He bent. over the chair into which Mallory had flOpped, and said in a tense, low tone: “You look like a t'oroughbred sport. I'm trying to make up a game of stud poker. Will you join me?" Mallory shook his heavy head in re- fusal, and with dull eyes watched the man, whose profession he no longer misunderstood, saunter up to the bliss- ful Doctor from Ypsilanti, and mur- mur again: “Will you join me?” “Join you in what. sir?” said Dr. Temple. with alert courtesy. “A little game." “I don’t mind.” the doctor smiled. rising with amiable readiness. “The checkers are in the next room.” With en; vanced and newcome: “Excuse axeâ€"you 10: man.” “The ’heli you say Mallory pursued th further. '99 “Quit your kiddln’.” the stranger coughed. “How about a little freeze- out?" “Freeze-out?" said Dr. Temple. “It sounds intervening. Is It something er authors?” at this man, whose innocent air he suspected. But be meg-ely drawled: “Well. you play it with eards." The newcomer shot a quick [lance “Would vou mind teaching me CHAPTER XVIII. m DOM-4.. CHRONICLE 1 dlmdence Mallory aa- 1 a low tone accosted the .z'fiously: £:-â€"you look like a clergy- waned the question no Dr. Temple was so agitated that be nearly let run his secret. “Why, do you realize that I'm 3â€"" “Ah, don't start that," sne red the conductor, “I can spot a gambler as far as I can see one. You and your side partncr hore want to look out, that’s all, or I'll drop you at the next tank." That he walked out, his very shoulder‘blu'hs uttering threats. rules." :12: me old sport non! um- lanti. The gambler was growing suspicious of this too. too childlike innocence. He whined: “Say, what’s your little game, ch?" but decided to risk the venture. He sat down at a table. and Dr. Temple, bringing along his glass. drew up a hair. The gambler took a pack of 4' His from his pocket, and shuffled them with a snap that startled Dr. Temple and a dexterity that de- lighted him. “Go on, it’s beautiful to see,” he explained. The gambler set the pack down with the one word “Cut!" but since the old man made no eflort to comply, the gambler did not insist. He took Up the pack again and ran off five cards to each place with a grace that staggered the doctor. Mallory was about to intervene for the protection of the guileless physi- cian when the conductor chanced to saunter in. The gambler, seeing him, snatched Dr. Temple’s cards from his hand and slipped the pack into his pocket. “What’s the matter now ?" Dr. Tem- ple asked, but the newcomer huskih' answered: “Wait a minute. Wait a minute." The conductor took in the scene at a glance and. stalking up to the table, spoke with the grimness of a sea-captain: “Say, I've got my eye 9" on you. Don‘t start. nothin. The stranger stared at him wonder- ingly and demanded: “Why, what you drivln' at?” “You know all right,” the conductor growled, and then turned on the be~ fuddled old clergyman, “and you, too." “Me, too?” the preacher gasped. “Yes, you too,” the conductor reâ€" peated, shaking an accusing forefinger under his nose. “Your actions have been suspirinus from the beginning. We've all b: on watching you." Dr. 'l‘émple stared after him. but the gamblor stared at Dr. Trmple with a homage. “So you’re one of us,” he said, and sr-izing the old man’s limp hand, shook it heartily: “I got to slip it to you. Your make-up is great. You l‘u. :u'ly had me for a come- on. Great!” And then ho saunterod out, leaving the clergynmn's head swimming. Dr. Temple turmd to Mallory for explana- tions, but Mallory only waved him away. He was not quite convinced himself. He was convinced oniy thal whatever clm anybody mis:ht hr. no- body apparemly desirod to he 3. cl yrgy man in them» degenerate days. The condumor returned and “new into Dr. Temple the glare of two basil- isk eyes. The old man put. out a be- seeching hand and began: “My good man, you do injustice." than that. And if I spot you v pack of cards in your hand agu; tie you to the cow-ketcher.” Then he marched off again. doctor fell back into a chair, try figure it out. Then Ashton am dick and little Jimmie \Vellingl r Wedgewood strolled in and. (in into chairs, ordered drinks. 1 the doctor could ask anybody plain, Ashton was launched on :1. His mind “as. a suitcase full 01' The Condumor say a word to me than that. And pack of cards in tie you to the a dotes, mo order. gathered to; ize a. clearin The doctor self. and in stupid if certain very forbidu’ 1111953. The dear 01d clergy would be pringish to he could nm make tln mouth beha'. 0.. Slram the lips and little sto gigglecjets disturbed 11 Ashton, wh) was a 1 teur, finishvd a dro with the epilogue, “ morning they were at the old doctor was he]; ter. Some superior : no doubt, fairly shook Temple?" asked Ashton. \Vll'l DOt imagine where a man would concealed himself from such But he laughed loudest of all the doctor answered: “You see, in Ypsilanti. They don't t9} stories like that.” “Theyâ€"who?” sald Fosdick. “WhY. my pa-â€"â€"my patients." doctor explained, and laughed sr that he forgot to feel guilty, la no doubt, fairly shook him with “Oh, that's bully," he shriekrr haven’t heaxd a story like UL: ages.” “Why, where have you been doctor explained, and laughed s». an that he forgot to feel guilty. lav. hm so hard that his wife in the next 1 m heard him and giggled to Mrs. Whit comb : “Listen to dear Walter. He hasn" laughed like that since he was :'-â€"-f medical student." Then she burie‘. her face guiltin in a book. “Wasn't'lt good?" Dr. Temple dc manded. wiping his streaminvv. mm and nudging the solemn-faced hm‘ 3‘ man, who understood his own nu v.12 humor. but had not yet learned h‘ Yankee quirks. Wedgewood made‘a hollow (mum a laughter and answered: “Extruvw w-very droll. but Must I don't «. get was-why the porter saidâ€"~" amuse ' â€"vv'â€"' 'v witâ€"v--- ‘ VV-Vv. .-. -w. Vt other- drowned him in a of ““81”, 0 our ad flung-hock the door of the tor. but Ashton wu mfl- .'WhY- 7°“ Motion car. She found In lath- Munod foo}, that’s whoro__tho-19_ko'â€"- wau Ana. (haw. Iugd of: herev a. Strange little stout sturbed hit was 8. pr. 1 a drola logue, “A1 to an brldoâ€"" than ho of snapped back: “You and I’ll do you "torso they 1 eofofl the 0f 01‘ four n SI me a grav “I DD“ efo )I 01's th '13 fit H >090 OOOOOOOOOOOOQQOQQOQOOQ§§+¢90669000000990.0609060096o Call at I .§§§...§.§§.§¢§k.fivǤg~6.v§.§§§§...9.§§§§§§.QQQQQQ99§ QOOQQOOOOOOOQOOO 90690060 ¢§ OQOOOQQOOOOOOOOQOOOOOOOO O O Mrs. 'lemnw mm still shaking wiih sympathetic laughter, never dream“; what her husband was laughing at. She turned to Mrs. Whitcomb, but. Mrs. Whinxmnh was still glaring at. Mrs. “91111121011. who was still writ- ing with flying lingers and underscor- ing every other word. 601119 people seem to think they own the train." Mrs. Whitcomb raged. “That creature has been at the writ- ing desk an hour. The worst of it in. i‘m sure she’s writing to my hus- band!’ wavered. 11:. story on 11 Mrs. Temple looked shocked, but an- other peal of laughter came through the partition between the male and to- male sections of the car, and she beamed again. Then Mrs. Wellington finished her letter, glanced it over, sd- dressed an envelope. sealed and stamped it with a deliberation that maddened Mrs. Whitcomh. When at. last she rose, Mrs. Whitcornb was in the seat almost before Mn. Welling- ton was out of it. Mrs. Wellington paused at another wave of laughter from the men's mom. She commented petulantly: “What good times men have. They’ve formed n club in there ul- mdy. We women can only alt around and hate eavh other." “Why, I don't hate anybody, do you?" Mrs. Temple exclaimed, look- lng up from the novel she had found on the book shelves. Mrs. Welling- ton dropped into the next chair: “On a 1011:: railroad journey I hate everybody. Don't you hate long jour- ncys?” “It’s the first I ever took," Mrs. Temple apologized, radiantly, “and I’m having the-â€"what my oldest boy would call the time of my life. And dear Walterâ€"such goings on for him! A few minutes ago I strolled by the door and I saw him playing cards with a ll ranger too, all a li puff pe rt Mrs. Wellix you ?D’ The polit could think yet.” Ma‘s. ’l‘eniplu almost collapsed at. this double sanck: “(,‘i cigars?” “‘i'cs: ('iglll‘t-‘l‘«'=5 are too strong for mn; will you try one of my pets?" 331's. Temple was about to eXprell hrx' repugnunce at the thought, but Mrs. Wellington thrust heiore her I portfolio in which nestled such dainty shapes of such a warm and Winsome brown, that Mrs. Temple paused to flare, and, like Mother Eve, found the fruit of knowledge too interesting once seen to reject with scorn. She hung over the cigar case in hesitant excitement one moment too long. Then she said in a trembling voice: “1â€"! ohould like to try onceâ€"Just to no. what it's like. But there’s no plum.” Mrs. Wellington felt that she had already made a prosclyte to her own br-loved vice, and she rushed her vic- th to the precipice: “There's the ob- servation platform, my dear. Can. 011 out.” M rs Temple was shivering with dis- may at the dreadful deed: “What would they say in “What do you cure? Be t sport. Your husband smokes. If it’I right for him, why not for you?" Mrs. Temple not her tooth and crossed the Rubicon with a 10.01th “I will!” In. Wellington had the timid loophyto don; the wuvoring floor of “Really 'Don't. y< All won I never tlied it.’ It’s time you did. I smoke clgu'l self. " on oys Wil 1t OYSTERS AND FRUIT IN SEASON at O! no: if For all kinds of Bakery Goods Cooked and Cur-ed Meats. st thing Mrs. Temple f in answer was: “Not h 1H Ill 6 noking and drinking. mrod at her in awe: this book smokes!â€" 03‘ Hh’l 0.188.111an; Luv me nowadays," said carelessly. “Don’t 1"“. “CCU - Ypsilanti 2” E. A. ROWE’S 1e of all peopleâ€"" doctor? It’s a , have everything. :1] smoking room. 0 place to take a M rs. “Ellington, CCO mun-um ‘3? QV‘." E said Mrs. “’11- Mr. John 9d Mr. Jae It is our sad duty report the death of Hartford, who passe Monday morning la lingering illness. Mrs. John Andrex home on Saturday. a a few weeks} with Holstein. The McWilliams st: a few months ago, h coat of paint, which to its appearance. Miss Irene Watson a few days with Mt The Central Drug Store :: Durham Miss Emma Brown is able to up again, after an attack of pendicitis. 01 men have comple‘ ing of logs at M<.-\\'i were delivered there winter for the Knee! C0., of Hanover. Mr. and Mrs. Arthu the week end with uncle, Mr. Wm. Wilm “Bo-rm-QnApril 8U SWitzerland, his native land. Dominique Hof was his name and he left a large fortune. out of the gifts of the Czar. Hot hinted often that he had been offered large bribes by both revolution- iota and the secret police. 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