The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1912-08-21

II can't imagine" said his wife. Nv,
old couples are the only norma
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: Il wonder what mis-
chief you'll be up TO today? You've
already been smoking. gambling,
drinking-have you been swearing
yet?"
Not yet" the old cregyman smiled,
i've been saving that up for n 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 expectY"
Mrs. Fosdlck 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: u guess it's
safe-my darling"
did you sleep, dovie?" she yawned.
Not a 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 NevadaT
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 carp" she pleaded.
do we dare?'
1--WE might call it luncheon" she
suggested.
He seized the chance: "All right,
I'll go ahead and order, and you stroll
in and I'll offer you the seat opposite
me-"
But can't you hook me up?"
He was adamant: mot 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
mic 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 it locked,
stamped her foot, swore under her
breath and leaned against the wall OF
the car to wait.
About the same time, the man who
was still her husband according to
the law, rolled out of berth number
two. There was an amazing clarity
his way to the mems room, but it was
plainly the trains swerve and not an
inner lurch that twisted the fortnight
of his progress.
lie squeezed into the mems room
like a whole crowd at once, and sang
out, Good morning, ALL" with won
derful heartiness. Then he paused
over a wash basin, rubbed his hands
gleefully and proclaimed, like another
Chantecler advertising a new day:
"Well-I'm sober again!"
Three cheers for YOU" said his
rival in radiance, bridegroom Lathrop.
How does it 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
over Ashton.
Il feel" he chortled, IL feel nike the
first little robin redbreast of the mer-
ry springtime. Tweet. Tweet!"
When the excitement over his re-
demption had somewhat Gained, ASH
ton reopened the old topic of con-
versation:.
We'll. Isee they had another scrap
last night"
"They-who?" said Ira, through his
flying toothbrush.
The Mallorys. Once more he &C.
cupied number three and she number
seven"
We'll, well, can't understand these
modern marriages." said Little jim
ME, with side glance at Ira. Ira
suddenly remembered the plight OF
fend them, but he saw the Young lieu
tenant himself just entering the