The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-10-16

ume L ever uIeu IT.
"Oh, I'm so glad" Anne sighed
fits the first time I ever was hooked
up by a gentleman"
He gurgled with Joy and, forget.
ting the poverty of space. tried to
reach her lips to kiss her. He almost
broke her neck and bumped his head
SO hard that instead of saying, as he
intended, My darling" he said. oh,
hell"
"Ira!" she gasped. But he. with all
the prcprietorship he had assumed,
answered cheerily: You'll have to
get used to it, ducky darling. / could
never learn not to swear" He proved
the fact again and again by the re-
marks he addressed to certain refrac.
tory hooks. He apologized, but she
felt more like apologizing for her
SELF
'Oh, Ira" she said, I'm so ashamed
to have you see me Ike this-the first
morning."
Well. you haven't got anything on
me-Pm not shaved"
You don't have to tell me that"
she said, rubbing her smarting cheek.
Then she bumped her head and
gasped: "Oh-what you said.'
This made them feel so much at
home that she attained the heights of
frankness and honesty by reaching in
her handbag for a knob of supple
mentary hair, which she affixed dex-
trously to what was homegrown. Ira,
instead of looking shocked, loved her
for her honesty, and grinned:
Now, that's where you have got
something on me. Say, we're like a
couple of sardines trying to make love
In a tin can"
Its cosy though" she said. and
then vanished through the curtains
ano snyly ran the gauntlet OF amused
glances and over-cordial Good morn
ings" till she hid her bushes behind
the door of the womens room and
turned the key. II she had thought
OF 1t she would have said, God bless
the man that invented doors-and the
other angel that invented locks"
The passengers this morning were
all little brtsker than usual. 1t
was the last day aboard for everybody
and they showed a certain extra ami
nation, like the inmates OF an ocean
liner when land has been sighted.
Ashton was shaving when Ira swag-
gered into the mems room. Without
pausing to note whom he was ad.
dressing, Ashton sang out:
Good morning. Did you rest weIl?"
"What?" Ira roared.
"Oh, excuse mel" said Ashton, has
tily, devoting himself to a cash his
razor had made in his cheek-even in
that cheek of his.
Ira scrubbed out the basin, filled 1t
and tried to dive into 1t, Shaping the
cold water in double handfuls over
his glowing face and putting through
1t like a porpoise
Meanwhile the heavy-eyed Fosdick
was Sinking through the dining-car,
regarded with amazement by DIR. Tenn
pie and his wife, who were already up
and breakfasting.
What's the matter with the bridal
couples on this train, anyway" said
DR.. Temple.
Il can't imagine" said his wife, I'VE
old couples are the only normal
ones"
Some more coffee. please. mother"
he said
But your nerves." she protested.
Its my vacation" he insisted.
Mrs. Temple stared at him and
shook her head: Il wonder what mis-
chief you'll be up to today? You've
already been smoking, gambling,
drinking-have you been swearing,
yet?'
Not yet" the old cregyman smiled,
1--we been saving that up for a good
occasion. Perhaps 1t will rise before
the days over"
And his wife choked on her tea at
the wonderful train-change that had
come over the best man in Ypsilanti.
By this time Fosdick had reached
the stateroom from which he had
been banished again at the Nevada
state-line. He knocked cautiously.
From within came an anxious voice:
"Who's tharaP"