The Delta independent., 1912-09-06

Q111er6ntly. lou sell e1u. we uSS
'em. But do you know I've just
thought out a ripping idea. shall
have my cold bath tn s morning after
ALL
What are YOU going to do now?
growled Lathrop. crawl in the ice
water tank?'
"Oh,, dear, no. 1 shouldn't be let. -
And he produced from his pocket a
rubber hose. II simpyl afiix this lit
sle tube to one end of the spiggot
and wave the sprinkler hyah ovah
my-er-my person
Lathrop stared at him pi:yingly ar d
demanded: What happens to the wa
ter, then?"
What do l carer" said Wedge
wood.
You burned fool, you'd flood the
car"
Wedgewood's high hopes withered
Il hadn't thought OF that" he sighed.
Il suppose l must continue just as l
am till 1 reach San Francisco. The
first thing l shall order tonight will
be four cold tubs and a lemon
squash"
While the men continued to make
themselves presentable in a huddle,
the hook-and-eye society at the other
end Of the car finished with the four
waists. and Mrs. Fosdick hurried
away to KEEP her tryst in the dining
car. The three remaining relapsed
into dreary attitudes. Mrs. Yelling
ton shook the knob of the forbidding
door. and turned to complaint: What
in heavens name ails the creature in
there. She must have fallen out OF
the window
Its outrageous" said Marjorie,
"the way women violate women's
rights"
Mrs. Whitcomb saw an opportunity
to insert stiletto. She observed to
Marjorie, with an innocent air:
why. Mrs. Mallory, I've even known
women to lock themelves in there and
smoke!"
While Mrs. Wellington was rum
the door opened, and out stepped Miss
Cattle, as was.
She blushed furiously at sight OF
the committee waiting to greet her,
but they repented their criticisms and
tried to make up for them by the ex-
cessive warmth with which they all
exclaimed at once: Good morning,
Mrs. Lathrop!"
Good morning, who?" said Anne,
then blushed yet redder: "Oh, l can't
seem to get used to that name!
hope l haven't kept you waitingg''
"Oh, not at ALL" the women insist.
ed, and Anne fed to number six, re-
membered that this was no longer
her home, and moved on to number
one. Here the porter was just finish
ing his restoring tasks. and laying
aside with some difhdence two gar
ments which Anne hastily stuffed into
her own valise.
Meanwhile Marjorie was pushing
Mrs. Wellington ahead:
You go in first Mrs. Wellington"
You go first. / have no husband
waiting for me-" ssid Mrs. Yelling
ton.
"Oh, I insist" said Marjorie.
Il couldn't think of it," persisted
Mrs. Wellington. Il won't allow you"
And then Mrs. Whitcomb pushed
them both aside: Pardon me. won't
you? I'm getting on at Reno"
80 am l." gasped Mrs. yelling
ton, rushing forward, only to be faced
by the slam OF the door and the click
mand Of Marjorie: Did you ever hear
of such impudence?"
Il never did"
"Fll never be ready for Reno" Mrs.
Wellington walled. land haven't had
my breakfast"
You'd better order 1t in advance"
said Marjorie. "It takes that chef an
hour to boil an egg three minutes
Il will, If can ever get my face
washed" sighed Mrs Wellington.
And now Mrs. Anne Lathrop, after
much hesitation, called timidly, "Por-
-porter-please!"
Yes-miss-missus!" he amended.
"Will you call my" she gulped-
"my husband?"
'Yes. ma'am." the porter chuckled.
and putting his grinning head in at
the mems door, he bowed to Ira and
said: Excuse me. but you are sent
for by the lady in number one."
Ashton slapped him on the back
and roared: "Oh. you married mani"
WELL" said Ira. in self-defense, II
don't hear anybody sending for you"
Wedgewood grinned at Ashton. II
rather fancy he had you theah, old
top, eh. what?"
Ira appeared at number one, and
bending over his treasure-trove, spoke
in a voice that was pure saccharine:
Are you ready for breakfast, dear?"
"Yes, Ira"
Come along to the dining-car."
"It's cosier here" she said. Couldn't
we have IL served here?"