The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1912-05-02

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his way TO the mems room, but 1t was
plainly the trains swerye and not an
inner lureh that twisted tho fortnight
Of his progress.
lie squeezed into the mems room
like whole crowd at once, and sang
out. Good morning, ALL" with Won
derful heartiness. Then he paused
over a wash basin, rubbed his hands
| gleelully and proclaimed, like another
Chantecler advertising a new day:
"Wel--Im sober again!"
Three cheers for YOU" said his
rival In radiance, bridegroom Lathrop.
"lIow does 1t feel?' demanded Ash
ton, smiling so broadly that he en-
countered the lather on his brush.
While he sputtered Wellington was
Tipping water over his hot head and
incidentally over Ashton.
Il feel" he chortled, Il feel like the
first little robin redbreast Of the mer-
ry springtime Tweet! Tweet!"
When the excitement over his re-
demption had somewhat calmed, Ash
ton reopened the old topic OF con-
versation
We'll, | see they had another scrap
last night
'They who?" said Ira, through his
flying toothbrush.
"The Mallorys. Once more he oc-
cupied number three and she number
seven"
We'll, well. can't understand these
modern marriages" said Little Jim
lnie. with side glance at Ira Ira
suddenly remembered the plight OF
the Malorys and was tempted to de-
fend them, but he saw the young lieu
tenant himself just entering tea
washroom. This was more than Well
ington saw. for he went on talking
from behind towel
We'll, if ! were a bridegroom and
had a bride like that, it would take
more than a quarrel to send me to
another berth"
The others made gestures which no
could not see His enlightenment
came when Mallory snapped the towel
from his hands and glared into his
face with all the righteous wrath of
man hearing his domestic affairs pub
licly discussed. !
Were you alIuding to me- Mr.. |
Wellington" he demanded, hotly.
Little Jimmie almost perished with
apopleXy: You, you?' he mumbled |
why, Of course not You're not the
only bridegroom on the train
Mallory tossed him the towel again:
"You meant Mr. Lathrop them"
Me! Not much!" roared the in
dignant Lathrop
Mallory returned to Wellington with
a fiercer: "Whom, them
He was in dangerous mood. and I
Ashton came to the recue: "Oh, don't I
mind wellington He's not sober
yet"
This inspired suggestion came like
life-buoy to the hardpressed Well
ington He seized 1t and spoke thick
ly: Don't mind me--l'm not shober
yet"
Well it's a good thing you're not"
was Mallorys final grOWl as he began
his own toilet.
The porters bell began to ring furi-
ously, with a touch they had already
come to recognize as the English
mans. The porter had learned to rec
ognize it. too. and he always took
double the necessary time to answer
It, He was sauntering down the aisle
at his most lesurely gait when
Wedgewood's rumpled name shot out
from the curtains like lions from q
jungle, and he beloved: "Pawtah!
Pawtah!"
Still on the train said the porter.
you may give me my portman-
teau"
"Yassah." He dragged It from the
upper berth. and set it inside Wedge
woods berth without special care as
to it's destination Does you desire
anything else, sir?"
yes, your absence" said Wedge
wood
The same to you and many OF
thom," the porter muttered to himself.
and added to Marjorie, who was just
starting down the aisle: "I'll suttainly
be interested in that man gittin'
where he's goin' to git to- Noting
that she carried Snoozleums, he said:
We're comm into a station right
soon" Without further discussion
she handed him the dog, and he hob
Dled away.
When she reached tho womens
door, she found Mrs. Wellington wait
ng with increasing evaporation.
Come, join the line at tho box o.
Ice" she said
Good morning. Who's In there?"
said Marjorie and Mrs. Wellington,
lot noting that Mrs. Whitcomb had
,ome out OF her berth and fallen into
inc. answered sharply:
Il don't know. She's been there
orever. I'm sure it's that cat OF
Mrs Whtcomb"
Good morning, Mrs. Mallory"
mapped Mrs. Whitcomb.
Mrs. Wellington was rather proud
hat the random shot landed, but Mar
orie felt most uneasy between the
wo tigresses: Good morning, Mrs .
she said. There was a
silence, broken finally by
irs. Wellington's: "Oh, Mrs Mallory.
would you be angelic enough to hook
ny gown"