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Ontario New Spring Prints are now In Call andjsee them ' FARMERS Floor Oil ('lntb I per square ya Table oil cloth inch: wide 254' 'l‘willed sheeting 2yds. wide2512 yd. Heavy bleached sheeting 2 yards wide W0 Yard wide We Bud cum from £1.22 Lace Curtains H. BEAN The Big4 BIG 4 No:\'.\(‘.\1'm.\' H0 6‘) em h N ()Tgl CE H Jewe I. 1'! W n pr. tion, speaking little and flying-noth- ing then. [Nil 01 disaDDOimment and helpless dejec- " Whenever the train stoned. Mal- Cones-r Again. Mallory tl'b'ketl Marjorie under his arm and 31;.2‘jorie tucked Snoozloums u: tvi6r 1166~ and they did a sort of 111661--..1 Lace down the ;;!;‘.i“';rr.‘.. l‘ne purmr was pale blue With (iXCitQ‘ mom, and it was with the last 1:32;) of breath in a?! three bodies that they 56 rambled up the steps of the only 099.!) vestibuie. The porter was mad enough *0 give them a piece of himmind. and they were meek enough to take it without a word of explanation or resentment. And the train speed on into the heartotNebruka, along the unpoetic vall6. y of the Platte. When lunch- time came. they no it together. but in 8100!!!! silence. They fit in Mar- Jone’s birth throughout an autumn;- ‘1 W “Mil !, um: of the east-bound train nboard!” and swung on But the porter Baldâ€"and Mallory coud have throttled him for saying it: “’Scuse me, ponson, but that's yo’ train ova yonda. You beita move right amaht, for it’s gettln’ ready to pull out." And Mallory could have hugged him. But he kept close watch. To the rap- ture of the wedding-hungry twain, the preacher shook hands with such of his flock as had followed him to the sta- tion, picked up his valise and walked up to the porter. extending his ticket. and Marjorin after Mallory.‘ The? shouted as they ran, but the conductor of the east-bound train man: out “All Mallory stared and stared, till Mar- Jorle said: “Don’t you see? stupid! it’s a preacher! a preacher!” “it looks like one.” was as far as Mallory would commit himself, and he was turning away. He had about come to the belief that anything that looked like a parson was something else. But. Marjorie whirled him round again, with a shrill whisper to listen. And he overheard in tones addicted to the pulpit: “Yes, deanon, I trust that the bar- vest will be plentiful at my new church. it grieves me to leave the dear brothers and sisters in the Lord in Omaha, but I felt called to wlder pastures." Mallory prepared to spring on his prey and drag him to his lair, but Marjorie hold him back. “Ho's taking our train, Lord bless his dear old soul.” their cramped quarters, again, Mar- brie suddenly dug her nails into Mal- lorv'a arm. “Honey! lookâ€"look!" Honey looked, and there before their very eyes stood as clerical 3 looking person as ever announced a Itrawberry festival. “We'll rrflss you terrible. We all say you are the beat pastor our church ever had.” The horizon was fairly saw-toothed with chum-h spires. There were preachers, preachers everywhere, and not a dominie to do their deed. After they had strolled up and down 9‘: e platform, and up and down, and up and down till they were mm of And a lady who was evidentiy Mrs. Deacon spoke up: A sonorous bridge led the way into Nebraska, and the train came to a halt at Omaha. Mallory and Marjorie got out to stretch their legs and their dog. If they had only known that the train was to stop there the quarter of an hour, and if they had only known some preacher there and had had him to the station. the ceremony could have been consummated then and there. Foiled! It was late in the forenoon before the train came to the end of its iron furrow across that fertile space be- tween two of the world’s greatest riv- ers, which the Indians called “Iowa."i nobody knows exactly why. In con- trast with the palisades of the Missis- sippi, the Missouri twists like a great brown dragon wallowing in congenial mud. The water itself, as Bob Bur- dette said, is so muddy that the wind blowing across it raises a cloud of dust * â€"â€"v v V‘ U Q 233 QUPBRI Evin-138' errr‘n "N. A11 1' IF lat CHAPTER XX. fl If .1) train dancing 3y ard w r! ha] (=22: COPYRIGHT 19H 5,, 5.3.71}! 00 NOVHIZED TRON THE COMEDY Of THE SAME PHOTOGRAPHS OP me PLAY AS pgopvcnp 2; news: w. SAVAGE-z IWSTRATSZZD FEM in Ashton contributed a maroon atro- Cit)’ in hosiexy, with equal tact: “If they fit you, keep ’em. I got stung on that batch of socks Thu pair was original} y lavender, but they washed like that. Keep ’em. I wouldn’t be found dad in 'om.” “(10d bu.“ my Soul, Old 10;), don’t you thin}. u tiaanl-ing me. I ought to thank you. You see. the idiot who makes my Bhll’tl, made that by mil- take, and I’d be no end grateful if You'd Jolly well take the loathsome thing on my hands. I mean to lay. I shoudn’t dream of being seen In It. myself. You quite understand. don"t You? mercy and 1-, as asked to help hersdt’. She borrowed a nightgown of extradr- dinary simpficity, a shirt waist of an ancient moan, and a number of other things. If there had been anyone there a", see she would. have made a most ana- chronistic bride. Mallory .‘anvassed the men and ob. tained a shockingly purple shirt from Wedgewood. who meant to put him at his ease. but somehow failed when he said in answer to Manor-y’s thanks: And then they forgot him temporari- .ly for the more immediate need of clothes. All the passengers knew that they had left behind what baggage they had not, sent ahead, and much sympathy had been expressed. But most people would rather give you their sympathy than lend you their clothes. Mallory did not mind the men, but Marjorie dreaded the wom- en. She was afraid of all of them but Mrs. Temple. "But how can I telegraph him? I don't know his name, or his number, or his company, or anything.” “It’s too bad. He'll go through life hating us and thinking we cheated “Well, he doesn’t know our names either." “It’s too bad. haflng us and him.” “Great heavens, how shall we ever pay him? He’s been waiting there twenty-four hours. How much do you suppose we owe him ?” “About a year of my pay, I guess.” “You must send him a telegram of apology and ask him to read his meter. He was such a nice manâ€"the kindest eyesâ€"for a chauaeur.” “What a p ty that we left our things in the taxicab, ” Marjorie sighed. And this time s le said, “we left them,” in- stead of “you left them." It was very gracious of her, but Mallory did not acknowledge the courtesy. Instead he gave a start. and a gasp: “Good Lor d, Marjorie, we never paid the second taxicab!” A little meitement bestirred them as they realized that they were con- fronted with another night-robeless night and a morrow without change of gear. They dined together as dolefully as if they had been married for forty years. Then the slow twilight soaked them in its melancholy. The porter lighted up the car, and the angels lighed up the stars, but nothing light- ed up their hones. “We've got to quarrel again, my be- loved," Mallory groaned to Marjorie. Somehow thoy were too dreary even to nag one another with an outburst for the benefit of the eager-eyed pas- sengers. Nebraska would have been a nice long state for a honeymoon, but its four hundred-odd miles were a drearyg length for the couple so near and yet‘ so far. The railroad clinging to then meandering Platte made the way far- longer, and Mallory and Marjorie left' like Pyramus and Thisbe wandering along an eternal wall, through which| they could see, but not reach, one another. After that, if a vicar in full uni- form had marched down the aisle heading a procession of choir-boys, Mallory would have suspected him. He vowed in his haste that Marjorie might die an old maid before he would approach anybody else on that sub- ject. So, in his frantic anxiety, he select- ,ed a homey-looking individual who got 'on at North Platte. He looked so much like a rawhided ranchmau that Mallory stole up on him and asked him to excuse him, but did he happen to be a elem,» man? The man replied by asking Mallory if he happened to be a flea-bitten maverick, and embel- lished his question with a copious flow of the words ministers use, but with a secular arrangement of them. In fact be split one word in two to insert a double-imv'relled curse. All that Mal- lory could do was to admit that he was a fleaebitten what-he-said, and back away. meury war since most people wno looked like preachers were decided]! lay, it might. be well to take a gam- bler’s chance and accost the least ministerial person next. threw m mm... at CHRONICLE self on the little lady’s asked to help hersait’. nightgown of extradr- am.” As the train approached Greenl “Inca Fosdlck. who lived River. and its capper-basined stream} “What no Obnonwon enr the engineer began to set the air- up. I: other “caper. lont but“ for the stop. Jimmie Welling- 1-7, x, “‘__.__ -_.j_-, I .- It was shortly after this that the Wellington: themselves came into prominence in the train life. They wandered forth like the SI! ep- lng Beauty and her princely awe-her.- er, and never dreamed wh'x' giggli: gs and nudgings and wine headcnoddfnzs went on back of them. Mrs. Wellington laughed loudest of all at the lovers whose heads had grown gray while their hearts were still no green. , “Come out on the observation plat- form.” _ “Oh, Ira, again?" “I dare you.” . “I take yuuâ€"-but” seeing that Mrs. ‘Whitoomb was trying to overhear, arm Whispered: "Let’s pretend it’s the bunny." So Ira lose, pushed the chm 3:012“ inside, and said in an unusually ; Osi- klve tone: “Ah. Miss Gattle, won't 5:. , hove a look at the landscape?" “Oh, thank you, Mr. Lathrop,” Anne, “1 Just love scenery." Perhaps innocent old Anne really :‘uelieved this blood-curdling threat. 1: brought her instantly to terms, though one blushed: “But everybody's 31‘ ways looking.” “As i; anybody could quarrel with you, Anne," he said. “Do you think I’ll be so monotonous as that?“ she retorted. Her spunk delighted him beyond ords. He whispered: “Anne,you're so gal-darned sweet it I don’t get a chance to has you, I’ll bust." “Why, Iraâ€"we’re on the train." “Da-â€"-darn the train! Who ever heard of a fellow proposing and get- ing engaged to a girl and not even kissing her.” - ‘ “But our engagement is so short.” t “Well, I’m not going to marry you until I get a kiss.” “I thought they were happy,” said jlra, whose great virtue it was to pay {little heed to what was none of his business. i “Oh, Ira,” cried Anne, “I hope we ishan’t begin to quarrel as soon as we ’are married.” “I should think it would be the last blace they'd go,” said Anneâ€"a sensible woman, Anne! “Look at the Mallories L-â€"how miserable they are." “Why, all the bridal couples take to the railroads." And Anne turned geranium-color and dropped a handful of checkers. “I don’t know how I can face it.” “But. I was never married before, Ira,” Anne protested, “and on a train, too.” Ira growled like a lovesick lion: “Aw, what do you care?” They had evidently concocted some secret of their own, for Ira, looking at his watch, murmured sentimentally to Anne: “Only a few hours more, Annie.” ‘ Once more the whole car taped It !the unheard of behavior of its newly .wedded pair. The poor porter had 'been hungry for a bridal couple, but. as he went about gathering up the cast-off footwear of his large family and found Mallory's shoes at number 'three and Marjorie's tiny boots at umber live, he shook his head and firoaned. “The Mallorys?” Mrs. Temple gnushed as she answered, mercifully. “‘Oh, yes, they were very friendly again this morning.” The women were so concerned about Mr. and “Mrs.” Mallory, that they hardly noticed the uncomfortable plight of the Wellingtons, or the curi- ous behavior of the lady from the stateroom who seemed to be afraid of something and never spoke to any- body. The strange behavior of Anne Cattle and Ira Lathrop even escaped much comment, though they were for- ever being stumbled on when anybody went out to the observation platform. When they were dislodged from there, they sat playing checkers and talking very little, but making eyes at one an- other and sighing like furnaces. Mrs. Whitcomb’s countenance was cynical: “My dear, I’ve been married .twice and i ought to know something about honeymoons, but this honeyless 'honeymoonâ€"” she cast up her eyes and her hands in despair. But the talk of this train was con- cerned with none of these wonders, which the novelists and the maga- zlnist have perhaps a trifle overpub- lished. The talk of this train was con- cerned with the eighth wonder of the World, a semi-detached bridal couple. Mrs. Whitcomb was eager enough to volce the sentiment of the whole pop- ulace, when she looked up from her novel ln the observation room and, nudglng Mrs. Temple, drawled: “By the way, my dear, has that bridal couple made up its second night's quarrel yet?” Matrimony to and Pro. And the next morning they were in Wyomingâ€"well toward the center of that State. They had left behind the tame levels and the truly rural towns and they were among foothills and mountains, passing cities of wildly picturesque repute, like Cheyenne, and Laramie, Bowie, and Medicine Bow, and Bitter Creek, whose very names imply literature and war whoops, cow- boy yelps, barking revolvers, another redskin biting the dust, cattle stam- pedes, town-paintings, humorous lynchings and bronchos in epileptic frenzy. “Times has suttainly changed for the wuss. If this in n bridal couple. gimme divorcees." Intended tor a hrldecroom at mend. dispa.vsition. Msllory blushed Is he so cepted them and when he found hlm- self in them, he whisked out the light. he was so ashamed of himself. k delighted him beyond whispered: “Anne, you're d sweet it I don’t get a ass you, I’ll bust." â€"â€"we’re on the train." _ the train! Who ever fellow proposing and get- d to a girl and not even CHAPTER XXI. He guided Wellington with dlmculty to the observation room and, finding ~Iu. Wellington at the desk as usual, ‘ho began: “Oh, Mrs. Wellington, may Fl Introduce you to your huuband" n10!" “Month!” Mrl. Wellingtonv rose hauéhtily. «light 3 light of her muttering consort and m to him with a cry of “Jim- Wellington waved him away: “Say, what do you think I'm trying to do? stuff a mattress? Get out of my way. I want my wifeâ€"lead me to my wife." “An excellent idea," said Dr, Tem- ple, who had been praying for t recon- clllatlon. “Nuw grab me wixikers of your low- er eyelid in your left hand. Now raise the riiht hand, push the under lid under the overlid and haul the overlid over the underlid; when you have the overlid well over the un- derâ€"” BYE "up on it," said the Doctor. “Oh, no, you’re not,” said the pa- tient. “You can ml] your own lids!" _ Then the conductor, still another conductor, wandered on the scene and asked as if it were not a world-impor- tant matter; “What’s the matterâ€"- pick up a cinder?” “Yes. Perhaps you can get it out,” the alleged doctor appealed. The conductor nodded: “The best ”way is thisâ€"take hold of the wink- OI‘S. “Here’s Doctor Temple," said Ash- ton, “right on the job.” Wellington turned to the old clergyman with pa- thetic trust, and the deceiver writhed in his disguise. The best he could think of was: “Will somebody lend me a lead pencil ?" “Don’t rub that eye," Ashton coun- selled, “rub the other eye." “It’s my eye; I'll rub it it I want to. Get me a doctor, somebody. I'm dying." “What for? easily. “Of course not, with that blinder on,” growled the miserable wretch. weeping in suite of himself and rub- bing his smarting orb. “I say, old boy, let me have a peek," laid Wedgwowd, screwing in his mon- ocle and pvm‘ing into the depths of Wellington’s eye. “I can’t see a bally thing." ' “A cindex coal.” “What’s the matter?" said Wedge- wood. “Got something in your eye?” “No. you blamed fool. I’m trying to look through my thumb." “Poor fellow!" sympathized Doctor Temple, “it’s a finder!" “Good’bye, ever'body. You're all tbllootlyâ€"owâ€" ow!” He clapped his hand to his eye and crawled back into the car, groaning with pain. “Not out of that Window," Ashton mely observed, seeing the bulk of Wellington. As the train started 0!! again, Little Jimmie distributed alco- holic smiles to the Green Riverers on the platform and called out: Ashton announced that there was something beautifuller still on the platformâ€"“Oh, a peachIâ€"a nectsrine! and she's getting on this train." Even Doctor Temple declared that she wu s dear litte thing. wasn’t I- “5‘ Val. ‘ ..--*. . L'J ‘1 J th a Uiu . .\ ,. man. so Ash cn and Fosdick trig -d t ‘ get a winds \\ open to look out. The first one they labored at, thr:' could not budge after a biceps-bro??- lng tug. The sccond flew up with suvh case that tlry went over backward. Ashton put his head out and an- nounced th..t the approaching depot has labelled‘ Green River. " Welling. ton burbled: “What a beautiful name (or a shtatlon." the? Wellington pushed him aside, say- lng: “Stand back Doc, and let me no; I have a keen sense of beau’tul." “Be careful," cried the docmor, “he'll fall out of the window." oooooooooooouwuu +2 .3. >~ «oowuuunuon“no“3 name 01" :1. is always man. so A: get a wind OQOOOOQQOOOOOOOO99.90.0090 60006090069606.0900 .999. M ( «onnoowuowuwnwoo§wunwnn”no"... 2 3 Call at The wh Grab tb lid in )1 V8 got E. A. ROVV'E life immune. . SCOTT, Garafraxa Street, Durham OYSTERS AND FRUIT IN SEASON For all kinds of Bakery Goods Cooked and Cured Meats. g to roll your upper lid (1 the Doctor. ou’re not,” said the pa- can rpll your own lids!" onductor, still another ndered on the scene and were not a worldoimpor- A Fine hina Cup and Saucer right handâ€"” It‘s at leasht a ton of mumble said Wellington. un- A China Tea Service ed Wellington. of your upper world-impor- the matterâ€"- . A. 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Mr. and Mrs. of Swinton Pat before last wit} and Mrs. Henrv Miss Bella 31¢ ry to say, has ‘ the past couple for the coming summer school will open the fl} in May with the same 0 charge as last year. Mr. John Staplefi pur fine new spring-tooth from agent A. B. lem your humble scribe got G. E. Arrowsmilh. 'l‘hm Mrs. W grandd'au ander. an has been com past week or trouble. Mr. and Mrs Sunday with and Mrs. B. l A meeting school house to reorganize Most of the farmers arc plowing and some have hem ing, though fall ploughii rather wet to work to the advnxatage yet. If the finv er continues. seeding will in eral this week. Fall win looking fine, and clover fa d Mr. Geo. Herd. of Allan who is visiting his pistvr. Rubt. Lindsay. is. we arv m The Central Drug Store :: Durham Central Drug Store only one of our Suwml Spm-i- alties. ”it is rubber. We haw it and when we have its the best of its kind in the market. nurpresent «tum; of Hut, “'ater Bottles were nude expressly for our Trade and is fully gna- ranteed fur Two Years. see that (mural Drug Slurp is patched nu every bottle. IIHUH‘E to tell We That u th a It“ lit. .. RUbbBI‘GOOdCHf o \q l\‘ kiln! Filling Pretoflptions :- Now Don’t Forget “'9 alwavs P are nm-v a \V t Al PM as Ill Sharp, of shingling poorly routine or so and mu- RIVERDAL} Phone No. (,9 H scribe got on nilh. They \u Alexander and ~r. Marguerite Confectioner and Grocer their ouus 0be she will out again, I), 0‘ town, {ling the roof 5 barn, which be big Winds s lead andjust unw ahead than ever. pl'it‘es dun! begin rubber stow. lfi U'I 1 “'1‘? ”Cf m. McCo visited S 31‘ parent rum H Md Klvah‘st ins U] H lb," 1913. you: