The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1903-11-07

ing cars,
Just as reached there I remem-
bered that didn't have my comb and
brush, and turned back for them.
Then | did what the comic papers are
always getting Off jokes about. l went
to the wrong berth. don't know how
| ever made the mistake, for l knew
very well 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, l was 30 startled, and l 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 a dozen AS In
1t that made It a wall of pain, and l
turned round and apologized to the
curtain.
BY that time was so confused that
it's wonder | ever arrived anywhere,
but did find No. 6 at last and hunted
for my brush and comb.
Do you know, couldn't find them?
I 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 little ball, pair Of
long white evening gloves, lace hand
kerchief. pink chiffon sash and a
whole armful more of stuff that l had
swept out of my top bureau drawer,
and not 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 1t for moment!
There was nothing to do but be
philosophic, so | thought I'd arrange
my hair the best could with my side
combs, and started again for the
dressing room. When got under the
lamp glanced down at the wrapper
over my arm and recognized in that
tumbled mass not my wrapper, but my
That was the finishing touch to my
misery, for hadn't had 1t In the house
a month, and I'd been wanting one for
years, and It was all wet with cologne
and regular wrinkled wreck.
was 30 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
| was thinking that there was that, at
least, to be thankful for, a black hand
came in through the curtains and the
porter said:
Lady, there's a gentleman come for
the upper, and want to put on your
supplementary curtain"
Supplementary" indeed!
OF course said very WE'LL" and he
hung up a foolish little strip of green
stuff, and tried to feel very exclusive
and secluded while a big. fat man
climbed up the step ladder, and so
nearly fell off 1t 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 hor-id. 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. 1t Is great
in several senses of the word. My train
came in On track %, and l took about
half mile of pedestrian exercise be-
tore l found the information office.
They seem to have everything a travel
er can want in that station except a
brush and comb and a wrapper, but
couldn't find any signs Of desire to
provide me with those lacks in my
outfit.
l discovered that my quickest way of
getting to Upper East Scottypaw was
to take a train to Portland and boat
from there Why in the world Alonzo
ever went to such far-off place I
can't guess. | sent him a telegram to
say was on the road. had to send
1t Collect" because I had spent al.
the money in my chatelaine bag, and
II was so embarrassing to take off my
shoe right there at the telegraph win
dow and get out the bills l had in It.
| 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
cross-eyed sort Of town. l don't
wonder everybody wears glasses.
took car that looked as IL 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. II
went on the surface and 1t went I'M
derground and II went on the elevated.
Or else 1t was another car that
changed into at a place called Rox-
bury that went on the elevated. AL
any rate, they said I was about four
miles from the station needed. and
i got exactly into the car they pointed
out, and when asked again they said
was in Charlestown. l don't think
the people had any more sense than
the car.
was nearly two hours riding
around before found the station, and