The Ordway new era., 1912-11-22

yet"
swell, it's good thing you're not"
was Mallorys final growl as he began
his own toilet. -
The porter's bell began to ring furi-
ously, with a touch they had already
cone to recognize as the English
mans. The porter had learned to rec
ognize it, too, and he always took
double the necessary time to answer
It. He was sauntering down the aisle
at his most leisureiy gait when
Wedgewood's rumpled name shot out
from the curtains like lions from
jungle. and he beloved: "Pawtah!
Pawtah!"
"Still on the train" said the porter.
you may give me my portman'
teau."
"Yassah." He dragged 1t from the
upper berth, and set 1t inside wedge
woods berth without special care as
to its destination. Does you desire
anything else. sir?"
"Yes, your absence" said Wedge
wood.
"The same to you and many OF
them" the porter muttered to himself,
and added to Marjorie. who was just
starting down the aisle: "I'll suttainly
be interested in that man gittin'
where he's goin' to git to-" Noting
that she carried Snoozleums. he said:
We're comm into station right
soon." Without further discussion
she handed him the dog, and he hob
bled away.
When she reached the women's
door, she found Mrs. Wellington wait
ing with increasing evaporation:
Come, join thu line at the box OF.
fice." she said.
Good morning. Who's in there?"
said Marjorie, and Mrs. Wellington.
not noting that Mrs. Whitcomb had
come out Of her berth and fallen into
line. answered sharply:
Il don't know. She's been there
forever. I'm sure it's that cat OF
Mrs. Whitcomb."
Good morning. Mrs. Mallory"
snapped Mrs. Whitcomb.
Mrs. Wellington was rather proud
that the random shot landed. but Mar
jorie felt most uneasy between the
two tigresses: Good morning. Mrs.
Whitcomb." she said. There was
disagreeable silence. broken finally by
Mrs. Wellington's: "Oh. Mrs. Mallory.
would you be angelic enough to hook
my gown?"
"Of course WILL" said Marjorie.
MAY hook your" said Mrs. Whit.
comb.
You're awfully kind" said Mar
jorie. presenting her shoulders to
Mrs. Whitcomb. who asked with mali.
cious sweetness: "Why didn't your
husband do this for you this morn.
ing"
IL don't remember" Marjorie
stammered. and Mrs. Wellington
tossed over-shoulder an apothegm:
Hes no husband till he's hook-bro-
KEN"
Just then Mrs. Fosdick came out OF
her stateroom. Seeing Mrs. Whit.
combs waist agape. she went at 1t
with a brief. Good mornings ',very-
body. Permit me-"
Mrs. Wellington twisted her head to
say Good morning" and to ask. Are
you hooked. Mrs. Fosdick?"
mot yet." pouted Mrs. Fosdick.
Turn round and back up" said
Mrs. Wellington. After some maneu-
vering, the women formed n complete
circle. and fingers piled hooks and
eyes in a veritable Ladies' Mutual Aid
Society.
BY now. Wedgewood was ready to
appear in a bathrobe about MS gaudy
as the royal standard OF Great Brit
ain. He stalked down the aisle. and
answered the male chorus's CHEEKY
Good morning with a ramlike
"Baw."
Ira Lathrop felt amiable even to-
ward the foreigner. and he observed:
GLORIOUS morning this morning."
II dare say" growled Wedgewood.
"I don't go in much for mawnings-
especially when have no tub"
Wellington felt called upon to
squelch him: you Englishmen never
had n real tub till we Americans sold
'em to you"
Il dare say" said Wedgewood in.
differently. You sell 'em. We use
'em. But. do you know. I've Just
thought out ripping idea. shall
have my cold bath this mawning after
ALL"
What are you gong to do!"
growied Lathrop. Crawl in the ice
water tank?"
"Oh. dear. no. shouldn't be let"
and he produced from his pocket a
rubber hose. Il simply affix this lit.
tie tube to one end OF the spigot and
wave the sprinklah hyah over my
er-my person"
Lathrop stared at him pityingIy. and
demanded: what happens to the wa
ter. them"
What do care?" said Wedge
wood.
"You burned fool. you'd flood the
car"