Charlevoix county herald., 1912-11-16

Now. that's where you have got
something on me. Say. we're like q
couple OF sardines trying to make love
In tin can"
Its cosy though" she said. and
then vanished through the curtains
and shyiy ran the gauntlet OF amused
glances and over-cordial Good morn
ings" till she hid her bushes behind
the door OF the women's room and
turned the key. II she HAD thought
OF II she would have said, God bless
the man that invented doors--and the
other angel that invented locks"
The passengers this morning were
all little brisker than usual. IL
was the last day aboard for everybody
and they showed certain extra AMI.
nation, like the inmates OF all ocean
liner when land has been sighted.
Ashton was shaving when Ira swag-
gered into the mems room. Without
pausing to note whom he was adj
dressing. Ashton sang out:
Good morning. Did you rest weilf"
"What?" Ira roared.
"Oh. excuse mel" said Ashton, has
tily, devoting himself to a cash his
razor had made in his cheek-evea In
that cheek of his.
Ira scrubbed out the basin. filieo IT
and tried to dive into 1t, slapping The
cold water in double handfuls over
his glowing face and putting through
it like a porpoise.
Meanwhile the heavy-eyed Fosdick
was sinking through the dining-car.
regarded with amazement by DR.. Tenn
pie and his wife. who were already up
and breakfasting.
Whats the matter with the bridal
couples on this train, anyway" said
DR.. Temple.
II can't imagine" said his wife. I'VE
old couples are the only normal
ones"
Some more coffee, please. mother"
he said.
But your nerves." she protested.
Its my vacation" he insisted.
Mrs. Temple stared at him and
shook her head: II wonder what mis-
chief you'll be up to today? You've
already been smoking, gambling.
drinking-have you been swearing.
YETI"
Not yet" the old cregyman smiled,
I've been saving that up for a good
occasion. Perhaps 1t will rise before
the days over"
And his wife choked on her tea at
the wonderful train-change that had
come over the best man in Ypsilanti.
BY this time Fosdick had reached
the stateroom from which he had
been banished again at the Nevada
state-line. He knocked cautiously.
From within came an anxious voice:
Who's there
Whom did you expect?"
Mrs. Fosdick popped her head out
like a Jill in the box. "Oh, it's you.
Arthur. Kiss me good morning"
He glanced round stealthily and
obeyed instructions: Il guess it's
safe-my darling"
Did you sleep, dovie?" she yawned.
mot wink. They took off the
Portland car at Granger and | had
to sleep in one of the chairs in the
observation room"
Mrs. Fosdick shook her head at him
in mournful sympathy, and asked:
What state are we In now?"
"A dreadful state-Nevada."
Just what are we in Nevada?
I'm a bigamist, and you've never
been married at ALL"
"Oh, these awful divorce laws!" she
moaned, then left the general for the
particular: Wont you come In and
hook me up?"
Fosdick looked shocked: Il don't
dare compromise YOU"
"Will you take breakfast with me-
in the dining-car?" she pleaded.
do we dare?"
1--WE might call 1t luncheon" she
suggested.
He seized the chance: "All right,
I'll go ahead and order, and you stroll
in and III offer you the seat opposite
me-"
but can't you hook me up?"
He was adamant: Not till We get
to California. Do you think want to
compromise my own wife? Shh!
Somebody's coming!" And he darted
off to the vestibule just as Mrs. Jim
mie Wellington issued from number
ten with hair askew, eyes only half
open. and waist only half shut at the
back. She made a quick squirt to
the women's room. found 1t locked.
stamped her foot, swore under her
breath, and leaned against the wall OF
the car to wait.
(To BE CONTINUED.)