The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1912-08-21
Copyright, 1911. BY n. x. Fly 90
CHAPTER xxxlII.
Fresh Trouble Daily.


The following morning the daylight
creeping into section number one
found Ira and Anne staring at each
other. Ira was tousled and Anne was
unkempt, but her blush still gave her
cheek at least an Indian summer
glow.
After a violent effort to reach the
space between her shoulder blades,
she was compelled to appeal to her
new master to act as her new maid.
"Oh, Mr.. Lathrop," she stammered
IRA" she corrected, won't you
please hook me up?" she pleaded.
Ira beamed with a second child
hood boyishness: I'll do my best, my
little ootsum-tootsums, it's the first
time | ever tried it."
"Oh, I'm so glad" Anne sighed,
Its the first time | 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"
'lra!" she gasped. But he, with all
the proprietorship 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"
We'll. you haven't got anything on
me-I'm 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
and shyly ran the gauntlet of amused
giances and over-cordial Good morn
ings" till she hid her bushes behind
the door OF the women's room and
turned the key. II she had thought
of it she would have said, God bless
the man that invented doors-and the
other angel that invented locks.
The passengers this morning were
all a little brisker 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 well?"
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 it
and tried to dive into it, slapping the
cold water in double handfuls over
his glowing face and putting through
II like porpoise.
Meanwhile the heavy-eyed Fosdick
was Sinking through the dining-car,
regarded with amazement by DR.. Tenn
pie and his wife. who were already up
and breakfasting.
whats the matter with the bridal |
couDles on this train. anyway" said