The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-12-12
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couple made up its second night'e
quarrel YETI"
1.-THE Mallorys7" Mrs. Temple
flushed as she answered, mercifully
ooh, yes. they were very friendly
l again this morning"
Mrs. Whitcomb's countenance wae
cynical: my dear, I've been married
twice and ought to know something
about honeymoons. but this honeyless
honeymoon" she cast up her eyes
and her hands in despair.
The women were so concerned about
Mr.. and Mrs" Mallory, that they
hardly noticed the uncomfortable
plight of the Wellingtons, or the curl
GUS behavior Of the lady from the
stateroom who seemed to be afraid OF
something and never spoke to any
body. The strange behavior Of Anne
Cattle and Ira Lathrop even escapes
much comment, though they 1ere for
ever being stumbled on when anybody
went out to the observation platform.
When they were dislodged from there,
they sat playing checkers and talking
very little, but making eyes at one an
other and signing like furnaces.
They had evidently concocted some
secret Of their own, for Ira, looking
at his watch. murmured sentimentally
to Anne: "Only few hours more,
Annie"
And Anne turned geranium-colo1
and dropped a handful Of checkers. Il
don't know how / can face it."
Ira growled like lovesick lion:
Jaw, what do you carer"
"Rut / was never married before,
Ira" Anne protested, "and on 4 train,
too"
"Why. all the bridal couples take to
the railroads.
Il should think It would be the last
place they'd co." said Anne-a sensible
woman, Anne! Look at the Mallories
how miserable they are"
Il thought they were happy" said
Ira, whose great virtue 1t was to pay
little heed to what was none Of his
business.
ooh, Ira," cried Anne, Z hope we
shan't begin to quarrel as SION as we
are married"
"As if anybody could quarrel with
you, Anne" he said.
do you think I'll be so monotonous
as th2t?" she retorted.
Her spunk delighted him beyond
words. He whispered: "Anne. you're
so gol-darned sweet If don't get q
chance to kiss you, I'll bust"
"Why, 3ra-we're on the train"
"Da-dsrn the train! Who ever
heard of q fellow proposing and get
ting engaged to girl and not even
kissing her"
But our engagement ie SO ehort"
"Well, I'm ncs going to marry you
until get Ms2,"
Perhaps innocent old Anne really
believed this blood-curdling threat. 1t
brought her instantly to terms, though
she blushed: "Rut eerybody's al
ways looking"
Come out on the observation plat
FORM
ooh, Ira, again.
II dare you"
| Il take you-but" seeing that Mrs.
Whitcomb was trying to overhear, she
whispered: Lets pretend it's tbs
s~eenery."
10 Ira rose, pushed the checkers
aside, and said in an unusually posi-.
tive tone: "Ah, Miss Cattle, won't you
have look at the landscape?"
ooh, thank you, Mr.. Lathrop," said
Anne, II Just love scenery"
They wandered forth like the Sleep
ing Beauty and her princely awaken
er, and never dreamed what gigglings
and nudgings and wise head-noddings
went on back Of them. Mrs. Wellington
laughed loudest Of all at the lovers
whose heads had grown gray while
their hearts were still SO green.
1t was shortly after this that the
Wellingtons themselves came into
prominence in the train life.
As tie train approached Green
River, ahd its copper-basined stream,
the engineer began to set the sir-
brakes for the stop. Jimmie Welli1ig-
uNn, BODILY half-awake in the smok.
ing room, wanted to know what the
name Of the station was. Everybody
is always eager to oblige drunken
man, so Ashton ard Fosdick tried to
get window open to look out.
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