The Raymer enterprise., 1912-08-15
CHAPTER XIV.
Tho Dormitory on Wheels.


human history. the sleeping car is the
most shocking-or would be, If We
were not so used to 1t. There can be
no doubt that We are the most moral
nation on EARTH for we admit 1t our
selves. Perhaps We prove 1t. too, by
the Arcadian prosperity OF these two.
story hotels on wheels, where mis-
cellaneous travellers dwell in COM
plete promiscuity. and sleep almost
side by side. in apartments. or CON-
partments. separated only by plank
and a curtain. and guarded only by
one sleepy negro.
After the fashion OF the famous
country whose inhabitants earned a
meager sustenance by taking In each
others washing, SO in Sleeping Car.
pathia we attain meager respecta.
5ility by eyerybody's chaperoning
everybody else.
So topsy-turvied. indeed. are our
notions, once We are aboard a train.
that the staterooms alone are regard
ed with suspicion: We question the
motives OF those who must have a
room to themselves.-a room with
real door! that locks!
And, now. on this sleeping car, pret-
tily named "Snowdrop.' scenes were
enacting that would have thrown our
greatgrandmothers into iits-scenes
which, II We found them In France, or
Japan, We should view with alarm as
almost unmentionable evidence OF the
moral obliquity OF those nations.
But this was our own country-the
part OF It which admits that 1t Is the
best part-the moralest part. the
staunch middle west. This was In.
nois. Yet dozens OF cars were behold
ing similar immodesties In chastest
Illinois and all over the map. thou.
sands OF people. in hundreds OF cars.
were permitting total strangers to
view preparations which have always.
hitherto, been reserved for the most
intimate and legalized relations.
The porter was deity Transforming
the day.coach into narrow lane en-
tirely surrounded by drnperies. Behind
most Of the portieres. iiuttering in the
lightest breeze. and perilously follow.
Ing the hasty passer.by. homely Of.
fees were being enacted. The popu-
lation OF this little town was going to
bed The porter was putting them to
sleep as II they were children In
nursery, and he n black nanny.
The frail walls OF little sanctums
were bulging with the bodies OF peo-
pie disrobing In the aisle. with moth
ing between them and the beholder's
eye but clInging curtain that ex.
planned what 1t did not reveal. From
| apertures here and there disembodied
feet were protruding and mysterious
hands were removing shoes and other
things,
Women In risky attire were scoot.
Ing to one end OF the car. and men In
shirt sleeves, or less, were Fastening
TO the other.
When Mallory returned to the
'Snowdrop," his ear was greeted by
the thud OF dropping shoes. He found
Marjorie being rapidly immured, like
Poe's prisoner, In Jail OF closing
walls.
She was unspeakably I'll at ease,
and by the irony OF custom, the one
person on whom she depended for pro-
lection was the one person whose
contigulty was most alarming-and
all for lack OF brief trialogue. with
a clergyman. as the tertium quid.
When Mallory's careworn face ap.
peared round the edge OF the partition
now erected between her and the
abode OF DR.. and Mrs. Temple. Mar.
Iorie shivered anew. and asked with
all anxiety:
Did you find minister"
Perhaps the Recording Angel over.
looked Mallory's answer: Not 4
damn minister
When he dropped at Marjorie's side
| she edged away from him. pleading:
"Oh. what shall We doy"
He answered dismally and inei.
fectively; Wen have to 20 on pre-
tending to be-just friends"
"Bu, everybody thinks we're mar.
ricd"
That's sol" he admitted. with the
imbcoility OF iatigued hope They sat
a while listening to the porter slip.
ping sheets into place and humping
pillows into cases. few doors down
the street. He would be ready for
them at any moment. Something must
be done. but what? what?