The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1912-08-21

washroom. This was more than Well
ington saw. for he went on talking
from behind a towel:
well, if l were a bridegroom anC
had bride like that, it would take
more than a quarrel to send me t
another BERTH"
The others made gestures which he
could not see. His enlightenment
came when Mallory snapped the towe
from his hands and glared into his
face with all the righteous wrath of g
man hearing his domestic affairs pub
Icy discussed
Were you abiding to me. Mr.
Wellington? ?" he demanded. holly.
Little Jimmie almost perished with
apoplexy: You, your" he mumbled
why, of course not. You're not the
only bridegroom on the train"
Mallory tossed him the towel again
You meant Mr.. Lathrop them"
me! Not much!" roared the in
dignant Lathrop.
Mallory returned to Wellington with
a fiercer: Whom, then?"
He was In a dangerous mood. and
Ashton came to the recue: "Oh, don't
mind Wellington. He's not sober
yet"
This inspired suggestion came like
life-buoy to the hard-pressed Well.
ington. He seized it and spoke thick.
ly: Don't mind me-I'm not shober
yet"
We'll, it's good thing you're not,
was Mallory's final growl as he began
his own toilet.
The porter's bell began to ring furi-
ously, with touch they had already
come to recognize as the English
mans. The porter had learned to rec
ognize it, too, and he always took
double the necessary time to answer
It. He was sauntering down the aisle
at his most leisureiy gait when
Wedgewoods rumpled name shot out
from the curtains like lions from a
jungle, and he beloved: "Pawtah!
Pawtah!"
L.
You may give me my portman-
teau."
"Yassah." He dragged it from the
upper berth, and set it inside Wedge
woods berth without special care az
to its destination. Does you desire
anything else, sir?"
Yes, your ABSENCE said Wedge
wood
The same to you and many of
them" the porter ,muttered to himself,
and added to Marjorie, who was Just
starting down the aisle: "l'll suttainly
be interested in that man gittin
where he's goin' to git to-" Noting
that she carried Snoozleums, he said:
We're comm into a station right
soon" Without further discussion
she handed him the dog, and he hob
bled away.
When she reached the womens
door, she found Mrs. Wellington wait
ing with increasing evaporation:
Come, join the line at the box OIL
fice," she said.
Good morning. Who's in there?"
said Marjorie, and Mrs. Wellington,
not noting that Mrs. Whitcomb had
come out of her berth and fallen into
line. answered sharply:
Il don't know. She's been there
forever I'm sure it's that cat OF a
Mrs Whitcomb"
Good morning. Mrs. Mallory"
snapped Mrs. Whitcomb.
Mrs. Wellington was rather proud
that the random shot landed, but Mar
1orie felt most uneasy between the
two tigresses: Good morning, Mrs.
Whitcomb," she said. There was
disagreeable silence, broken finally by
Mrs. Wellington's: "Oh, Mrs. Mallory,
would you be angelic enough to hook
my gown"
"Of course | WILL" said Marjorie.
MAY hook your" said Mrs. Whit
comb.
You're awfully kind" said Mar
jorie, presenting her shoulders to
Mrs. Whitcomb, who asked with mali
cious sweetness: why didn't your
husband do this for you this morn
ing?"
IL don't remember" Marjorie
stammered, and Mrs. Wellington
tossed over-shoulder an apothegm:
Hes no husband till he's hook-bro-
KEN"
lust than Mrs Fnsdiek eamA ani al