The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1903-11-12

wrapper. 1t felt fearfully tumbled,
for ! had put It In simply anyhow.
But, then, what's wrapper for but
to get mussed up? I hung 1t over my
arm. and started for the cubby hole
that they call . dressing room in sleep
ing cars.
Just Is I reached there remem-
barred that didn't have my comb and
brush, and turned back for them.
Then did what the comic papers are
always getting OF jokes about. went
to the wrong berth. don't know how
ever made the mistake, for know
very we'll that belonged to No. 6. but
guess the fat round part Of the figure
eight deceived me, and poked in be-
tween the curtains and felt about for
the valise. Imagine my horror when
big bass voice inside roared out: !,
"Oh, fade away!"
fairly staggered back Into the
aisle, was SO startled, and I stepped
with all my weight on to the bare foot
Of man who was sitting behind the
curtains of the opposite berth. He said
something with about q dozen AS in
1t that made 1t a vail of pain, and
turned round and apOlogized to the
curtain.
By that time I was 90 confused that
it's a wonder I ever arrived anywhere,
but did find No. 6 at last and hunted
for my brush and comb.
Do you know, couldn't find them?
took every blessed thing out of that
suit case, and the list was something
like this: A shoe-horn, a spangled
fan. an ostrich feather stole, an empty
cologne bottle, four wells, the three
best stocks own all wet with cologne
and rolled into a. little ball, pair Of
long white evening gloves, a lace hand
kerchief, pink chiffon sash and
whole armful more of stuff that I had
swept out Of my top bureau drawer,
and not a single thing that was Of the
least use to me for going to bed pur-
poses. Literally not one! And you
can realize all that that means IL you
think about it for moment!
There was nothing to do but be
philosophic, SO thought I'd arrange
my hairth best could with my side
combss and I started again for the
dressing room. When got under the
lamp I glanced down at the wrapper
over my arm and recognized in that
tumbled mass not my wrapper, but my
|snew black velvet princess dinner gown.
That was the finishing touch to my
misery, for I hadn't had 1t in the house
month, and I'd been wanting one for
years. and it was all wet with cologne
and q regular wrinkled wreck.
/ was so discouraged that went
back to my section and went to bed
just as was.
My only ray Of consolation was that
there was no one over me; but just as
l was thinking that there was that, at
least, to be thankful for, black, hand
came In through the curtains and the
porter said:
Lady, there's gentleman come for
the upper, and want to put on your.
supplementary curtain
Supplementary" indeed!
OF course said Every well,' and he
hung up foolish little strip of green,
stun, and tried to feel very exclusive
and secluded while q big, fat man
climbed up the step ladder, and SO
nearly fell off it that he lit in the
berth above with a crash that fright.
ened me to death. All night long IL
was toss-up which groaned the loud
er. he or the berth, and 1t sounded.
frightfully near and horrid, and /
couldn't sleep wink; but lay awake
and worried about Alonzo.
When Alonzo went to Upper East
scottypaw he wrote to me about the
Boston terminal station. He said IL
was great"
He didn't do it justice. It is great
in several senses of the word. My train
came in on track %, and took about
half mile Of pedestrian exercise be-
fore ! found the information Office.
They seem to have everything a travel
Ell can want in that station except q
brush and comb and a wrapper, but
couldn't find any signs of a desire to
provide me with those lacks I'm my
outfit.
discovered that my quickest way Of
getting to Upper East Scottypaw was
to take train to Portland and q boat
from there. Why in the world Alonzo
ever went to such q far-off place /
can't guess. I sent him telegram to
say was on the road. had to send
it Collect" because I had spent al!
the money in my chatelaine bag, and
1t was SO embarrassing to take OF my
shoe right there at the telegraph win
dow and get out the bills I had in. 1t.
did it, though, before I crossed the
city to the station that the Portland
train went out Of.
Have you ever been to Boston? It's
o. cross-eyed sort of town.. / don't
wonder everybody wears glasses. l
took a car that looked as If it ought to
go somewhere. But you needn't ever
talk to me again about Boston intelli-
gence. That car had no sense at all.
II didn't know what 1t wanted. It
went IN tho surface and n uuonfs nm