New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1912-05-29

suspended along the cuuutains. IKE
Dyak trophies. appeared the grsa,
mask Of Little Jimmie WelIington. Hs
had been unable 70 sleep FOR mourn.
Ing the wanton waots OF that lovely
Fice-trap. 6fE. hi H. s4sta
When hs psersd forth. his eysa
hardly believed themselves. The
elusive bride and groom were actu-
ally. IN the trap-the hen pheasant
and the chanticleer. But the net did
not fall. He waited to see them Dit
down. and spring the internal ma.
chine But they would not Sit.
In, fact. Marjorie was muttering to
Harry-tenderly, now. since he had
won her back by his efforts to con.
sole Snoozleums-she was muttering
tenderly:
I'VE must not be seen together,
honey. Go away, I'll see you in the
morning"
And Mallory was saying with bit.
terest resignation: Good night-my
friend"
And they were shaking hands! This
incredible bridal couple was shaking
hands with itself disintegrating!
Then Wellington determined to do at
least his duty by the sacred rites.
The gaping passengers saw what
was probably the largest pair of pa
jamas in Chicago They saw Little
Jimmie. smothering back his giggles
like a schoolboy, tiptoe from his
berth, enter the next berth. brushing
the porter aside, climb on the seat,
and clutch the ribbon that pulled the
stopper from the trap.
Down upon the unsuspecting elop-
ers came this miraculous cloudburst
of ironical rice, and with it came Lit
tie Jimmie Wellington, who lost what
little balance he had. and catapulted
into their midst like the offspring OF
an iceberg.
It was at this moment that Mrs.
Wellington, hearing the loud cries of
the panic-stricken Marjoue. rushed
from the Women's Room, absent-mind-
edly combing totally detached sec
ton of her hair. She recognized IA
miliar pyjamas waving in air, and
with one faint gasp: Jimmie! on this
train!" she swooned away. She would
have fallen, but seeing that no one
paid any attention to her, she recov-
cred consciousness on her own hook,
ard vanished into her berth, to medi-
tate on the why's and wherefores OF
her husbands presence in this car.
DR.. Temple In nightgown and
trousers; Roger Ashton, In collar
less estate, and the porter, managed
to extricate Mr.. Wellington from his
plight. and stow him away, though it
was like putting whale to bed
Mallory, seeing that Marjorie had
fled, vented his wild rage against fate
in general, and rice traps in particu-
lar, by tearing the bridal bungalow to
pieces, and then he stalked into the
smoking room, where Ira Lathrop,
homeless and dispossessed, was sound
asleep, with his feet in the chair.
He was dreaming that he was
boy in Brattleboro, the worst boy in
Brattleboro, trying to get up the cour-
age to spark pretty Anne Cattle, and
throwing rocks. at the best boy In
town, Charlie Selby, who was always
at her side. The porter woke Ira, an
hour later, and escorted him to the
late bridal section.
Marjorie had fed with her dog. as
soon as she could grope her way
through the deluge of rice. She hop
ped into her berth, and spent an hour
trying to clear her hair of the null
titudinous grains. And as for Snoozle-
ums, his thick wool was SO be-riced
that for two days, whenever he shook
himself, he snew.
Eventually, the car quieted, and
was heard but the rumble and
click of the wheels on the rails. the
:reak OF tlmbers, and the frog-l1ke
chorus of few well-trained snorers.
AS the porter was turning down the
last of the lights, rumpled pate was
thrust from the stateroom, and the
luscious-eyed man whispered:
Porter, what time did you say we
crossed the Iowa state line?"
1.-TWO f1fty-five a. M"
From within the stateroom came q
deep sigh, then with a. dismal groan:
Call me at two hfty-fve q. m.," the
door was closed.
Poor Mallory, pyjamaless and night
shirtless, lay propped up on his pil-
lows, staring out of the window at the
swiftly shifting night scene. The state |
Of Illinois was being pulled out from
under the train like dark rug.
Farmhouses cleaned or dreamed
lampless. The moonlight rippled on
endless seas Of wheat and Indian
corn. Little towns slid up and away.
Large towns rolled forward, and were
eft behind. Ponds, marshes, brooks,
pastures, thickets. and great gloomy
groves flowed past as on river. But
he same stars and the moon seemed
o accompany the train. II the flying
witness had been less heavy of heart,
le would have found the reeling scene
ull of grace and night beauty. But