"Well, my boy----"
"Your minister--after you get through with him--may I use him?"
"May you--what? Why do you want a minister?"
"To get married."
"Again? Good Lord, are you a Mormon?"
"Me a Mormon!"
"Then what do you want with an extra wife? It"s against the law--even in Utah."
"You don"t understand."
"My boy, one of us is disgracefully drunk."
"Well, I"m not," said Mallory, and then after a fierce inner debate, he decided to take Lathrop into his confidence. The words came hard after so long a duplicity, but at last they were out:
"Mr. Lathrop, I"m not really married to my wife."
"You young scoundrel!"
But his fury changed to pity when he heard the history of Mallory"s ill-fated efforts, and he promised not only to lend Mallory his minister at secondhand, but also to keep the whole affair a secret, for Mallory explained his intention of having his own ceremony in the baggage-car, or somewhere out of sight of the other pa.s.sengers.
Mallory"s face was now aglow as the cold embers of hope leaped into sudden blaze. He wrung Lathrop"s hand, saying: "Lord love you, you"ve saved my life--wife--both."
Then he turned and ran to Marjorie with the good news. He had quite forgotten their epoch-making separation. And she was so glad to see him smiling at her again that she forgot it, too. He came tearing into the observation room and took her by the shoulders, whispering: "Oh, Marjorie, Marjorie, I"ve got him! I"ve got him!"
"No, I"ve got him," she said, swinging Snoozleums into view.
Mallory swung him back out of the way: "I don"t mean a poodle, I mean a parson. I"ve got a parson."
"No! I can"t believe it! Where is he?" She began to dance with delight, but she stopped when he explained:
"Well, I haven"t got him yet, but I"m going to get one."
"What--again?" she groaned, weary of this old bunco game of hope.
"It"s a real live one this time," Mallory insisted. "Mr. Lathrop has ordered a minister and he"s going to lend him to me as soon as he"s through with him, and we"ll be married on this train."
Marjorie was overwhelmed, but she felt it becoming in her to be a trifle coy. So she pouted: "But you won"t want me for a bride now. I"m such a fright."
He took the bait, hook and all: "I never saw you looking so adorable."
"Honestly? Oh, but it will be glorious to be Mrs. First Lieutenant Mallory."
"Glorious!"
"I must telegraph home--and sign my new name. Won"t mamma be pleased?"
"Won"t she?" said Mallory, with just a trace of dubiety.
Then Marjorie grew serious with a new idea: "I wonder if mamma and papa have missed me yet?"
Mallory laughed: "After three days" disappearance, I shouldn"t be surprised."
"Perhaps they are worrying about me."
"I shouldn"t be surprised."
"The poor dears! I"d better write them a telegram at once."
"An excellent idea."
She ran to the desk, found blank forms and then paused with knitted brow: "It will be very hard to say all I"ve got to say in ten words."
"Hang the expense," Mallory sniffed magnificently, "I"m paying your bills now."
But Marjorie tried to look very matronly: "Send a night letter in the day time! No, indeed, we must begin to economize."
Mallory was touched by this new revelation of her future housewifely thrift. He hugged her hard and reminded her that she could send a day-letter by wire.
"An excellent idea," she said. "Now, don"t bother me. You go on and read your paper, read about Mattie. I"ll never be jealous of her--him--of anybody--again."
"You shall never have cause for jealousy, my own."
But fate was not finished with the initiation of the unfortunate pair, and already new trouble was strolling in their direction.
CHAPTER XXIX
JEALOUSY COMES ABOARD
There was an air of domestic peace in the observation room, where Mallory and Marjorie had been left to themselves for some time. But the peace was like the ominous hush that precedes a tempest.
Mallory was so happy with everything coming his way, that he was even making up with Snoozleums, stroking the tatted coat with one hand and holding up his newspaper with the other. He did not know all that was coming his way. The blissful silence was broken first by Marjorie:
"How do you spell Utah?--with a y?"
"Utah begins with You," he said--and rather liked his wit, listened for some recognition, and rose to get it, but she waved him away.
"Don"t bother me, honey. Can"t you see I"m busy?"
He kissed her hair and sauntered back, dividing his attention between Snoozleums and the ten-inning game.