The Bottineau courant., 1912-06-21

oeneve ne's no slooch-hound." -
We'll. II you see anybody that looks
Ike detective and he asks for Mr..
Fosdick-'
Mrs. What-dick?" ...,-
Mrs. Fosdick! You tell him I'm not
on board" And she gave him another
coin.
"Yassum." said the porter, linRer
Ing willingly on such fertile soil. I'M
tell him Mrs. F'osdick done give ma
her word she wasn't on bode."
"Yes!-and II q woman should ash
you"
What kind Of woman?"
The hideous kind that men call
handsome"
"Oh, amt they hideous. them hand
some women?"
well. II such woman asks for
Mrs. Fosdick-she's my husbandi
first wife-but Of course that doesnV
interest you."
"No'm-yes'm"
If she comes-tell her-tell her-
oh, what shall we tell herr"
The porter rubbed his thick skull,
"Lemme see-we might say you-1
tell you what we'll toll her: we'll tell
her you took the train for New York:
ana II she runs mighty fast she can
just about ketoh It,"
Fine, flne!" And she rewarded
his genius with another coin. And,
porter" He had not budged. "Por
ter, II Q very handsome man with
luscious eyes and soulful smile asks
for me-"
''I'll th'ow him of the train!"
"Oh. no-no!-that's my husband
my present husband You may lot
him in. Now Is it all perfectly clear.
porter?"
"Oh. yassum. clear as clear" Thus
guaranteed she entered the stateroom.
lem. He tried to work 1t out in q
semi-audible humble: "Lemme seel
df your present husbands absent wife
gifts on bode disguised as q handsome
hideous woman I'm to throw him.
her-off the train and let her-him-
come in-oh, yassum, you may rely ON
me-" He bowed and held out hia
; hand. But she was gone. He shuf-
fed on into the car.
! He had hardly left the little space
before the stateroom when q hand
some man with luscious eyes, but
without any smile at all, came stink!
, ing along the corridor and tapped
cautiously on the door. Silence alone
answered him at first, then when he
had raped again, he heard q muH
fed:
go away. I'm not in"
He put his lips close and softly
called: Edith"
At this Sesame the door opened q
trife, but when he tried to enter. q
hand thrust him back and voioa
again warned him of. "You musn0
come in"
But I'm your husband"
That's just why you mustn't come
in." The door opened little wider
to give him view of q down-cast
beauty moaning:
"Oh, Arthur, I'm so afraid"
| "Afraid?" he smiled. with your
husband here?"
That's the trouble, Arthur. What
If your former wife should find ,. US te
! gether?" ~'-a"r1 @>,ra' '-'- 49, '""'s"'' :
! "But she and I are divorced"
I'm some states. yes-but other
states don't acknowledge the divorce.
That former wife of yours is fiend
to pursue US this way"
"She's no worse than your former
husband. He's pursuing us, too. M
divorce was as good as yours. my
DEAR"
"Yes, and no better" !;
The angels looking on might have
! Judged from the ready tempers of th4
newly married and not entirely UNI
married twain that their new alliance
promised to be as exciting as thei1
previous estates. Perhaps the man
subtly felt the presence of those eter
nal eavesdroppers, for he tried to end
the love-duel in the corridor with an
appeasing caress and tender ap@
peal: But let's not start our honey
moon with q quarrel"
His partial wife returned tho caresa
and tried to explain: "1'm not quar-
reling with you, dear heart, but with
the horrid divorce laws. Why, oh,
why did we ever interfere with
them?"
| He made q brave effort with: I'VE
ended two unhappy marriages, Edith.
to make one happy one."
"But I'm so unhappy, Arthur. and
50 afraid" =.