The Progressive West Virginian. [volume] (Williamson, W. Va.) 1911-1913, 1912-09-05

Nc tub on this train for four days!-
| Wedgewood sighed. but whatever
| does one do In the meanwhile?"
One just waits. Yassah. one and
all waits"
TITS ghahstly. that's what it is.
| ghahstly."
"Yassah." said the porter. and
mumbled as he walked away. but the
weather is gettin' cooler"
He finished preparing Marjorie's
bunk. and was Just suggesting that
Mallory retreat to the smoking room
! while number three was made UP,
when there was commotion In the
corridor, and a man In checked over
alls dashed into tho car.
His ear was slightly red, and he
held at arms length. as II It were a
venomous monster. Snoozieums. And
he yelled:
Say. whose durn dog is this? He
bit two men, and he makes so much
noise we can't sleep in the baggage
car"
Marjorie went flying down the aisle
to reclaim her lost lamb In VOLTS
clothing. and Snoozleums, the returned
! prodigal, yelped and leaped. and told
her all about the indignities he had
been subjected to. and his valiant
struggle for liberty.
Marjorie, seeing only Snoozieums.
stepped into the fatal berth number
one. and paid no heed to the dangling
ribbons. Mallory, eager to restore
himself to her love by loving her dog,
crowded closer to her side. making
hypocritical ado over the pup.
Everybody was popping his or her
face out to learn the cause Of such
clamor. Among the bodiless heads
suspended along the curtains, like
Dyak trophies, appeared the great
mask Of Little Jimmie Wellington. He
had been unable to sleep for mourn
ing the wanton waste OF that lovely
rice-trap.
When he peered forth. his eyes
hardly believed themselves. The
elusive bride and groom were actu-
ally in the trap-the hen pheasant
and the chanticleer. But the net did
not fall He waited to see them sit
| UOWH, duu bpIlAS LIE ALA0A 1N>A A~~eS
chine. But they would not sit
In fact, Marjorie was muttering to
Harry-tenderly, now. since he had
won her back by his efforts to con-
sole Snoozleums-she was murtering
tenderly:
I'VE must not be seen together.
honey. Go away, I'll see you In the
| morning"
And Mallory was saying with bit
terest resignation: Good night-my
| friend"
And they were shaking hands! This
| incredible bridal couple was shaking
| hands with itself-disintegrating!
Then Wellington determined to do at
least his duty by the sacred rites.
|. The gaping passengers saw what
was probably the largest pair OF pa
jamas in Chicago. They saw Little
Jimmie, smothering back bis giggles
| like a schoolboy, tiptoe from his
| berth, enter the next berth. brushing
the porter aside. climb on the seat.
| and clutch the ribbon that pulled the
| stopper from the trap
Down upon the unsuspecting elop-
| ers came this miraculous cloudburst
/ of ironical rice, and with 1t came Lit
/ tie Jimmie Wellington. who lost what
] little balance he had, and catapulted
/ into their midst like the offspring q
| an iceberg.
It was at this moment that Mrs.
| Wellington, hearing the loud cries OF
the panic-stricken Marjorie, rushed
| from the Women's Room, absent-mind-
edly combing a totally detached Sec
! ton OF her hair She recognized Ia
miliar pyjamas waving In air, and
| with one faint gasp: Jimmie! on this
1 train!" she swooned away. She would
have fallen. but seeing that no one
| paid any attention to her. she recoY-
cred consciousness on her own hook.
and vanished into her berth, to medi-
tate on the why's and wherefores OF
| her husbands presence In this car.
DR.. Temple In nightgown and
/ trousers; Roger Ashton, In collar
less estate, and the porter. managed
to extricate Mr.. Wellington from his
plight, and stow him away. though II
was like putting whale to bed.
Mallory, seeing that Marjorie had
fed, vented his wild rage against fate
in general. and rice traps In particu'
lar. by tearing the bridal bungalow to
pieces, and then he stalked into the
smoking room. where Ira Lathrop
homeless and dispossessed. was sound
asleep. with his feet In the chair.
| He was dreaming that he was 9
boy in Brattieboro, the worst boy 10
Brattleboro, trying to get up the cour
age to spark pretty Anne Cattle. and
throwing rocks at the best boy u
town, Charlie Seiby, who was always
at her side. The porter woke Ira. q
hour later, and escorted him TO tns
late bridal section.
\ Marjorie had fed with hey dog, =
soon as She could grope her wa,
through the deluge Of rice. She hop
ned into her berth, and spent an houl
irving to clear her hair OF the mul
titudinous grains. And as for Snoozie
inns his thick wool was SO be-rices
J that for two days. whenever ne snoo'
himself, he snew.
(To BE CoNTINUEDJ