Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1912-03-28
CHAPTER v.
A Queen Amono Women,

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Miss Anne Cattle, seated in Mrs.
Jimmie Wellingtons seat, had not
heard Mr.. Jimmie Wellington's sketch
cf his wife, But she needed hardly
more than glance to satisfy herself
that she and Mrs. Jimmie were as
hopelessly antipathetic as only two po-
lite women can be.
Mrs. Jimmie was accounted some
thing of snob in Chicago society, but
perhaps the missionary was a trifle
the snobbisher of the two when they
met.
Miss Cattle could overlook a hun
dred vices in Zulu queen more easily
than few in fellow countrywoman.
She did not like Mrs. Jimmie, and she
was proud Of it.
When the porter said, "I'm afraid
you got this lady's seat" Miss Cat
tie shot one glance at the intruder
and rose stiffiy. "Then I suppose I'll
have to"
ooh, please don't 60, there's plenty
Of room," Mrs. Wellington insisted,
pressing her to remain. This nettled
Miss Cattle still more, but she sank
back, while the porter piled up ex-
pensive traveling-bags and hat boxes
till there was hardly place to sit.
But even at that Mrs. Jimmie felt
called on to apologize:
II haven't brought much luggage.
How I'll ever live four days with this,
l can't imagine. 1t will be such a re-
lief to get my trunks at Reno"
"Reno?" echoed Miss Cattle. DO
you live there?"
"Nell, theoretically, yes"
"I don't understand you."
ave got to live there to get It,"
ITO get it? Obi" A look Of sudden
and dreadful realization came over the
missionary. Mrs. Wellington inter-
preted it with smile Of gay defiance:
do you believe in divorces"
Anne Cattle stuck to her guns. Il
must say l don't. think law ought
to be passed stopping them"
$50 do l." Mrs. Wellington amiably
agreed, "and 1 hope they'll pass just
such a law-after get mine" Then
she ventured little shaft Of her
own. "You don't believe in divorces.
l Judge you've never been married"
"Not once!" The spinster drew her.
self up, but Mrs. Wellington disarmed
her with an unexpected bouquet:
ooh, lucky woman! Don't let any
heartless man delude you into taking
the fatal STEP"
Anne Cattle was nothing II not hon.
est. She confessed frankly: II must
say that nobody has made any violent
efforts to compel me to. That's why
I'm going to China"
"To China!" Mrs. Wellington
gasped, hardly believing her ears.
"My dear! You don't intend to marry
a laundryman?"
"The idea! I'm going as a mission
ary."
"A missionary? Why leave Chica-
go?" Mrs Wellington's eye softened
more or less convincingly: "Oh, love-
ly! How l should dote upon being a
missionary. really think that after
get my divorce l might have a try
at 1t. l had thought or q convent, Dut
being a missionary must be much
more exciting" She dismissed the
dream with an abrupt shake Of the
head. Excuse me, but do you happen
to have any matches?"
Matches! I never carry them!"
"They never have matches in the
women's room, and I've used my last
one"
Miss Cattle took another reef in her
tight lips. do you smoke cigarettes?"
Mrs. Wellington's echoed disgust
with disgust: "Oh, no, indeed loathe
them. | have the most dainty little
cigars. Did you ever try one?"
Miss Cattle stiffened into one eycla-
nation point: Cigars! Mel
Ito BE Continued