The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1912-10-24
CHAPTER Viii.
A M1rAd DieklA.

A Mixed Pickle.
Mrs. Whitcomb had almost blushed
vhen she had murmured to Lieuten-
mt HudeoA:
II shoald think the young couple
could have preferred stateroom."
And M. Hudson had flinched q lit
te as he explained:
Yea. Ct course. We tried to get it,
nut It was gone"
II was during the excitement over
be decoration Of the bridal section.
mat the stateroom-tenants slipped in
hnobAerved.
First came fluttering woman
Ehose youthful beauty had certain
hue Of experience, saddening and
wisering. The porter brought her in
from the station-platform, led her to
the stateroom's concave door and
passed in with her luggage. But she
fingered without, Peri at the gate
Of Paradise. When the porter re-
turned to bow her in, she shivered and
hesitated, and then demanded:
ION, porter. are you sure there's nc
body else in there?"
TLe porter chuckled, but humored
her l:anic.
IT aint seen nobody Shall 1 look
nnde: the seat?"
To his dismay, she nodded her head
gioles.tly. He rolled his eyes in won
terment, but returned to the state
tcon'. made pretense Of examination,
and came back with face full of re-
assurance. Nom, they's nobody
There. Take mighty small-size bur-
E!ar to squeeze unda that bald-er-
esrtN. Nom. nobody there"
"OA!"
This gasp was so equivocal thar he
se1e bold to ask:
lis you pleased or Disappointed"
ThG mysterious young woman was
ro much agitated to rebuke the impu-
tenoe She merely sighed: "oh, por-
Ter, s'xn 80 anxious"
"I'ia not-now," he inuttered. for
,he handed him coin.
Porter, have you seen anybody on
Aoard that looks suspicious?"
"Evvhbody looks suspicious to me.
Missy. But what was you expecting
>.especial?"
oh, porter have you seen anybody
Lat looks like detective in dis.
Suise?''
wen, they's one man looks g If he
Vas disguised as balloon, but don't
hAltQvn HOG
well II you see anybody that looks
3he g detective and he asks Cor Mrs
vostlink-"
Mrs. What-dick?"
"Mrs. Fosdick! You tell him I'm MT
on board" And she gave him another
.oin.
"Yassum.' said the porter, nnger-
ting willingly on such fertile soil. "l'u
tell Ei,n Mrs. Fosdick done give ma
her 7rord she wasn't on bode,"
"Xos!-and if woman should ask
rou."
WHAT kind OF womun?"
The h1deous kind that men call
handsome"
oh, amt the-- hideous, them hara-
some Women?"
well, II such woman asks for
Mrs. Fosdick-she's my husbands
dret wife--but Of course tAat doesn't
interest you"
"Nom ~-yes'm."
IF eho comes-ta:l her--tell her
oh, waat shall We tell herr"
The porter rubbed his thick skull:
'zenme see-we might say you'll
tell you what Wen tell her: Wen ten
her you took the train for New York:
and II she runs mighty fast she can
lust about ketch it,"
Fine, tine!" And she rewarded
his genius with another coin. And.
porter" He had not budged. "Por-
tor, II q very handsome man with
luscious eyes and soulful smile asks
Tor me"
It'll th'ow him of tie train!"
"Oh, no-no!-tha.'s my husband
my present husband. You may let
him In. Now is 1t al perfectly clear.
porter7"
"Oh. /assum. clear as clear" Thus
guaranteed she entered the stateroom,
leaving the porter alone with hts prob
As1a. He tried to work 1t out In 4
raas ond1nlo Tuubls; "Lemm4 saol