The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1912-06-29

such a law-after l get mine.' Then
she ventured little shaft of her
own. "You don't believe In divorces.
Judge you've never been married."
mot once!" The spinster drew her
self up, but Mrs Wellington disarmed
her with an unexpected bouquet:
"Oh. 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"
ITO China!" Mrs. wellington
gasped. hardly believing her ears.
my dear! You don't intend to marry
. laundryman?"
THE idea! I'm going as q mission
ary."
"A missionary? Why leave Chica-
co." Mrs Wellington's eye softened
more or less convincingly: "Oh. love-
lyl How should dote upon being a
missionary. I really think that after
set my divorce I might have q try
at Il. ] had thought Of Q convent. but
being 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 matchesf"
Matches! 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. I have the most dainty little
cigars. Did you ever try one?"
Miss Cattle stiffened into one excla-
nation point: "Cigarsi Mel"
Mrs. Jimmie was 90 we'll used to
being disapproved Of that It never
disturbed her. She went on az II the
face opposite were not alive with hor-
ror: Il should think that cigars might
DO great consolation to q lady mis-
sionary In the long lone hours Of
what do missionaries do when they're
not missionarying!"
THAT depends"
There was something almost spirit.
ual In Mrs. Jimmie's beatific look: II
can't tell you what consolation my
cigars have given me In my troubles.
Mr.. Wellington objected-but then Mr..
Wellington objected to nearly every.
thing ! did. That's why I am forced
to this dreadful STEP"
"Cigarsi"
"Divorces."
"Divorces!"
We'll. this will be only my second
my other was such . nuisance. l
got that from Jimmie. too. But Il
didn't take. Then We made up and re-
married. Rather odd. having q second
honeymoon with ones first husband.
But remarriase didn't succeed sny
better. Jimmie fell Oh the water
wagon with IN awful splash, and he
quite misunderstocd my purely Ia-
tonic interest In Sammy Whitcon,t.
nice young fellow with a fool Of
wife. Did you ever meet Mrs. Sammy
Whitcomb-no? Oh. but you are q
lucky woman! Indeed you are! Well,
when Jimmie got Jealous, I Just gave
him up entirely. I'm running away to
Reno. ] sent note to my husbands
club. saying that had gone to Europe,
and he needn't try to find me. Poor
fellow. he will. He'll hunt the cont.
nent high and low for mo. but all the
while III be In Nevada. Rather good
joke on little Jimmie, eh?"
"Excruciating."
But now must 60. Now ! must
60. I've really become quite addicted
70 them"
Divorces"
Cigars. Do stay here till come
back. / have % much to say to you.~
Miss Cattle shook her head In de.
spair. She could understand a dozen
heather dialects better than the
speech OF 80 utter q foreigner as her
feilow-countrywoman. Mrs. Jimmie
nastened away. rather pleased at the
shocks she had administered. She en-.
Joyed her own electricity.
In the corridor she administered an.
other thrill-this time to a tall young
mana stranger. as alert for filtration
az weasel for mischief. He huddled
himself and his suitcases into as nat
space as possible. murmuring:
These corridors are 80 narrow,
aren't they?"
Aren't they?" said Mrs. Jimmie.
SO sorry to trouble you."
Don't mention It,"
She passed on. their glances fencing
IKE playful foils. Then she paused:
Excuse me. Could you lend me a
match? They never have matches In
the Women's Room"
he succeeded in producing a box
AFTER much shifting OF burdens, and he
was rewarded with q look and a