The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1912-07-10

with the epflogue. And the next
morning they were at Niagara Falls"
the old doctor was helpless with laugh.
ter. Some superior force. the devil
no doubt. fairly shook him with glee
"Oh, that's bully" he shrieked, ~
haven't heard story like that for
ages"
"Why. where have you been. DR..
Temple~ asked Ashton. who could
not imagine where a man could have
concealed himself from such stories.
But he laughed loudest of all when
the doctor answered: "You see. I live
In Ypsilanti They don't tell me
stories like that"
"They-who?" said Fosdick.
why. my pa-my patients" the
doctor explained. and laughed 80 hard
that he forgot to feel guilty, laughed
% hard that his wife In the next room
heard him and giggled to Mrs. Whit.
comb:
"Listen to dear Walter. He hasn't
laughed like that since he was "a
medical student" Then she buried
her face guiltily In q book.
Wasn't It good?" Or. Temple de-
manded. wiping his streaming eyes
and nudging the solemn-faced English.
man, who understood his own nations
humor, but had not yet learned the
Yankee Quirks.
Wedgewood made hollow effort at
laughter and answered. Extremely
very droll. but what l don't quite
Get was--why the porter said" The
others drowned him In a roar Of laugh.
ter. but Ashton was angry. why, you
blamed fool, that's where the Joke
came in. Don't you see, the bride
groom said to the bride" then he
lowered his voice and diagramed the
story on his fingers.
Mra Temple was still shaking with
sympathetic laughter. never dreaming
what her husband was laughing at.
She turned to Mrs. Whitcomb, but
Mrs. Whitcomb was still glaring at
Mrs. Wellington. who was still writ.
Ing with flying fingers and underscor.
Ing every other word.
|, Some people seem to think they
own the train." Mrs. Whitcomb ragged.
That creature has been at the writ
Ing desk an hour. The worst Of It is,
I'm sure she's writing to my hus.
band"
Mrs. Temple looked shocked, but an.
other peal Of laughter came through
the partition between the male and fe-
male sections Of the car, and she
beamed again. Then Mrs. Wellington
finished her letter. glanced 1t over, ad.
dressed an envelope, sealed and
stamped 1t with a deliberation that
maddened Mrs. Whitcomb. When at
last she rose, Mrs. Whitcomb was in
the seat almost before Mrs. Yelling
ton was out Of 1t.
Mrs. Wellington paused at another
wave OF laughter from the mems
room. She commented petulantly:
what GOOD times men have.
They've formed club In there al
ready. We women can only sit around
and hate each other"
why, I don't hate anybody. do
your" Mrs. Temple exclaimed. look.
ing up from the novel she had found
On the book shelves. Mrs. yelling.
ton dropped into the next chair:
"On a long railroad Journey II hate
everybody. Don't you hate long Jour-
neys?"
It's the first I ever took" Mrs.
Temple apologized. radiantly, "and I'm
having the--what my oldest boy would
call the time Of my life. And dear
Walter-such goings on for him! A
'ew minutes ago strolled by the door
and l saw him playing cards with a
stranger. and smoking and drinking,
100, all at once"
Boys will te boys" said Mrs. VIII.
Iington.
But for DR.. Temple Of all people"
Why shouldn't a doctor? It's a
sname the way men have everything
rink OF 1t. q special smoking room.
ana women have no place to take a
pun except on the sly"
Mrs. Temple stared at her In awe:
The woman In this book smokes!-
perfumed things!"
All women smoke nowadays" said
Mrs. Wellington. carelessly. Don't
You?"
Inc politest thing Mrs. Temple
could think Of In answer was, "Not
ret"
Realty" said Mrs. Wellington
Don't you like tobacco?"
Il never tried It,"
rs time you did. I smoke cigars
myself"
MRS. Temple almost collapsed at
nus double shock: "Ci-cigars?"
les; cigarettes are too strong for
ne; Will you try one Of my pets?"
mrs. Temple was about to express
n