The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-12-26

to the Utah line--then we're safe"
God bless Utah!"
The rapture died from her face q,
she caught sight of DR.. Temple, wn,
happened to stroll in and go to tn,
bookshelves, and taking out a bool
happened to glance near-sightedly he,
way.
BE careful of that man, dearie,'
Mrs. Fosdick Kissed out of one side
OF her mouth. He's a very strange
character"
Her husband was infected with hel
own terror He asked, huskily: What
do you think he ISL"
"A detective! I'm sure he's watch.
Ing us. He followed you right in
here"
"We'll be very cautious-till we get
to Utah."
me Old clergyman, a little fuzzy In
brain from his debut in beer, contin.
ued innocently to cortrnl the appear
ance OF a detective by drifting aim
lessly about. He was looking for his
Vile, but he kept glancing at the un
easy Fosdicks. He went to the door,
opened 1t, saw Mrs. Wellington finish
ing cigar, and retreated precipitate
ly. Seeing Mrs. Temple wandering In
the corridor, he motioned her to .
chair near the Fosdicks and she sat
by his side, wondering at his filmy
eyes.
The Fosdicks, glancing uncomfort
ably at DR.. Temple, rose and selected
other chairs further away. Then
Roger Ashton sauntered in, his eyes
searching for proper companion
through the tunnel.
He saw Mrs. Wellington returning
from the platform, just tossing away
her cigar and blowing out the last Of
its grateful vapor.
With an effort at sarcasm, he went
to her and offered her one of his owu
cigars, smiling: Have another"
She took 1t, looked it over. and
parted his irony with formula she
had heard men use when they hate
to refuse gift-cigar: Thanks. III
smoke it after dinner, If you don't
mind"
"Oh, don't mind" he laughed, ther
bending closer he murmured: They
tell me we are coming to tunnel,
nice, long, dark, dismal tunnel"
Mrs. Wellington would not take {
dare. She felt herself already eman
cipated from Jimmie. So she answered
Ashton's hint with a laughing chal
lenge:
How nice of the conductor to ar
range It,"
Ashton smacked his lips over the
prospect.
And now the porter, having notec
Ashton's Impotence to reach the tun
mel, thought to curry favor and
quarter by announcing it's approach
He hustled in and made straight fol
Ashton fast as the tunnel announced
itself with sudden swoop of gloom,
a great increase of the train-noises
and far-off clang of the locomotive
bell.
Out at the Egyptian darkness came
the unmistakable sounds of OSCILLATION
In various parts Of tho room. Doubt.
lesb, it was repeated In other parts OF
the train. There were numerous COO
Ing sounds, too, but nobody spoke ex.
cept Ars. TompaA WAo was heard ia
murmuF:
"Oh. Walter, dear, what makes your
breath 80 funnyl"
Next came a little y'owl OF pain in
Mrs. Fosdicks voice. and then day.
light flooded the car with a rush. as
If time had made an instant leap from
midnight to noon. There were inter
esting disclosures.
Mrs. Temple was ctught with her
arms round the doctors neck, and
she blushed like spoony girl. Mrs
Fosdick was trying to disengage he,
hair from Mr.. Fosdick's scarf-pin. Mrs
Whitcomb alone was deserted. Mr.
Ashton was gazing devotion at Mrs.
Wellington and trying to tell her
with his eyes how velvet he had |
found her cheek
But she was looking reproachfully
regret:
II heard everybody kissing every
body, but l was cruelty neglected."
Ashton's eyes widened with unbe.
lief, he heard a smoker at his elbow,
and whirled to find the porter rub
bling his black velvet cheek and
Writhing with pent-up laughter.
CTO BE CONTINUED.)
No Occasion for Surprise.