The Arvada enterprise., 1912-11-14


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 leisurely gait when
Wedgewood's rumpled name shot out
from the curtains Ike a 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 It 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 the line at the box Of
fee" 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 you?" 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?"
II don't remember" Marjorie
stammered. and Mrs. Wellington
tossed overshoulder an apothegm:
He's 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 IT
with brief. Good morning. every
body. Permit me"
Mrs. Wellington twisted her head to |
say Good morning" and to ask, Are
you hooked, Mrs. Fosdick?"
Not yet" pouted Mrs. Fosdick.
Turn round and back up" said |
Mrs. Wellington. After some maneu-
vering. the women formed complete |
circle, and fingers piled hooks and |
eyes in a veritable Ladies' Mutual Aid |
Society.
By now, Wedgewood was ready to |
appear in bathrobe about as gaudy |
as the royal standard of Great Brit |
ain. He stalked down the aisle, and |
answered the male chorus's CHEEKY
Good morning" with ramlike
"Baw"
Ira Lathrop felt amiable even to-
ward the foreigner, and he observed:
GLORIOUS morning this morning"
Il dare say" growled Wedgewood
81 don't go In much for mawnings-
especially when have no tub"
Wellington felt called upon to |
squelch him: You Englishmen never |
had real tub till We Americans sold |
'em to you"
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 doy" |
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 atix 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"
Wedgewood's high hopes withered.
Il hadn't thought OF that" he sighed. |
Il suppose must continue Just as / |
am TIL | reach San Francisco The |
first thing | shall order tonight will |
be four cold tubs and lemon |
squash"
While the men continued to make |
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