The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1912-07-03


light flooded the car with a rush, as
II time had made an instant leap from
midnight to noon. There were inter
esting disclosures.
Mrs. Temple was caught with her
arms round the doctors neck, and
she blushed like spoony girl Mrs.
Fosdick was trying to disengage her
hair from Mr.. Fosdicks scarf-pin. Mrs.
Whitcomb alone was deserted. Mr..
Ashton was gazing devotion at Mrs.
Wellington and trying to tell her
with his eyes how velvet he had
found her cheek.
But she was looking reproachfully
at him from a chair, and saying, not
without regret:
II heard everybody kissing every
body, but was cruelty neglected"
Ashton's eyes widened with unbe-
lief, he heard a smoker at his elbow,
and whirled to find the porter rub
bling his black velvet cheek and
writhing with pent-up laughter.
Mrs. Wellington glanced the same
way, and a shrek of understanding
burst from her 1t sent the porter
into a spasm of yah-yahs till he
caught Ashton's eyes and saw murder
in them. The porter fled to the plat
form and held the door fast, expect
ing to be lynched
But Ashton dashed away in search
of concealment and soap.
The porter remained on the plat
form for some time, planning to leap
overheard and take his chances rather
than fall into Ashton's hands, but at
length, finding himself unpursued, he
peered into the car and, seeing that
Ashton had gone, he returned to his
duties. He kept close watch on
Ashton, but on soberer thoughts Ash
ton had decided that the incident
would best be consigned to silence
and oblivion But for all the rest OF
that day he kept rubbing his lips
with his handkerchief.
The porter, noting that the train
had swept into a granite gorge like
an enormously magnified aisle In a
made-up sleeping car, recognized the
presence of Echo Canyon, and with
it the entrance into Utah. He fastened
to impart the tidings to Mr.. Fosdick
and held out his hand as he extended
the information.
Fosdick could hardly believe that
his twelve-hundred-m exile was
over.
Were in Utah?" he exclaimed.
"Yassah," and the porter showed
his palm into view. Fosdick filed 1t
with all his loose change, then
whirled to his wife and cried:
Edith! We are in Utah now! EN-
brace mel"
She flung herself into his arms with
gurgle of bliss. The other passer
gers gasped with amazement. This
sort of thing was permissible enough
in tunnel, but in the full light of
day!
Fosdick, noting the sensation he
had created, waved his hand reas-
suringly and called across his wife's
shoulder:
Don't be alarmed, ladies and gen.
tlemen. She's my wife!" He added
in whisper meant for her ear alone:
AT least till we get to Nevada
Then she whispered something in
his ear and they hurried from the car.
They left behind them a bewilder-
ment that eclipsed the wonder of the
Mallories. That couple spoke to each
other at least during the day time.
Here was married pair that did not
speak at all for two days and two
nights and then made a sudden and
public rush to each others arms!
DR.. Temple summed up the general
feeling when he said:
Il don't believe inswitches, but II |
did, I'd believe that this train is be
witched."
Later he decided that Fosdick was a
Mormon elder and that Mrs. Fosdick
was probably twelfth or thirteenth
spouse he was smuggling in from the
east. The theory was not entirely
false, for Fosdick was one of the
many victims of the crazy-quilt OF
American divorce codes, though he
was the most unwilling of polygamists
And DR.. Temple gave up his theory in
despair the next morning when he
found the Fosdicks still on the train
and once more keeping aloof from
each other.