The Raymer enterprise., 1912-07-25
CHAPTER VII.
A Mixed Pickle.

4# A Mixed Pickle.
III Mrs. Whitcomb had almost blushed
when she had murmured to Lieuten.
6t Hudson:
tH"I should think the young couple
qpld have preferred stateroom."
n nd Mr.. Hudson had finched lit
~ as he explained:
Yes. Of course. We tried to get It.
ttept 1t was gone"
< was during the excitement over
ne decoration Of the bridal section.
nat the stateroom.tenants slipped in
enobserved.
'8S2rst came fluttering woman
whose youthful beauty had a certain
ne Of experience, saddening and
4 gisering. The porter brought her in
rom the station.platform, led her to
he stateroom's concave door and
PASSED in with her luggage. But she
fingered without, Peri at the gate
y Paradise. When the porter re.
burned to bow her In, she shlvered and
hesitated. and then demanded:
"Oh, porter, are you sure there's no.
body else in thera?"
The porter chuckled. but humored
her panic.
II amt seen nobody. Shall look
under the seat?"
To his dismay. she nodded her head
violently. He rolled his eyes in won.
derment, but returned to the state
room. made pretense Of examination,
and came back with a face full Of re.
assurance. Nom. they's nobody
there. Take mighty small-size bur.
glar to squeeze unda that bald-er-
berth. Nom, nobody there"
"Oh!"
The gasp was 80 equivocal that he
made bold to ask:
"ls you pleased or Disappointed"
The mysterious young woman was
too much agitated to rebuke the impu.
dence. She merely sighed: "Oh, por.
tcI, III sO duAlOuS.
I'm not-now," he muttered. for
she handed him a coin.
Porter. have you seen anybody on
board that looks suspiclous?"
"Evvabody looks suspicious to me,
Missy. But what was you expecting
--especial?"
"Oh, porter. have you seen anybody
that looks like detective in dis.
guise?"
CWell. they's one man looks s IL he
was disguised as balloon, but don't
believe he's no slooch.hound."
well. II you see anybody that looks
IKE a detective and he asks for Mrs.
Fosdick-"
,S"Mrs. What.dick?"
"Mfs. Fosdick! You tell him I'm not
on board" And she gave him another
coin.
"Yassum," said the porter, linger.
ing willingly on such fertile soil. "I'll
tell him Mrs. Fosdick done give me
her word she wasn't on bode."
"Yes!-and II woman should ask
you"
What kind Of woman?"
The hideous kind that men call
handsome"
"Oh. amt they hideous, them hand.
some women?"
well, II such a woman asks for
Mrs. Fosdick-she's my husbands
first wife-but OF course that doesn't
interest you"
"No'm-yes'm."
III she comes-tell her-teIl her
oh, what shall we tell herr
The porter rubbed his thick skull:
"Lemme see-we might say you'll
tell you what we'll tell her: we'll tell
her you took the train for New York;
and II she runs mighty fast she can
just about ketch It."
Fine, fine!" And she rewarded
his genius with another coin. And.
porter" He had not budged. "Por.
ter, II a very handsome man with
luscious eyes and soulful smile asks
FOR me-" .....
"Ill th'ow him of the train!"
"Oh. no-no!-that's my husband
my present husband. You may let
him In. Now is It all perfectly clear.
&orter"
"Oh, yassum. clear as clear" Thus
guaranteed she entered the stateroom.
leaving the porter alone with his prob
lem He tried to work II out In .
ssmi.audable humble: "Lemme sesl