The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1912-04-26

I ter but ashton was uuEf1. WY you
I 6lamed fool, that's whore the Joke
came in. Dont you see, the BRIDE
groom said to the BRIDE then be
lowered his voice and dlagremed the
Story On his myers.
Ma Temple WAS atiil ahnlr King fitn
4 gym atile laue ter, yer drea mtIie
what her haSband sFas laughing at!
she turned 40 Mrs. Hhitcomb, but
liAils. Whltconb WAS still 3slaring at
Mrs. Wellington who was sttll writ
iag with, flying ms ers and underscor-
Ing every other word.
Some people seem to think they
own sfhe train Mrs. Whitcpmb ragged.
That creature has been at the writ
Zig desk an hour. The worst Of II is,
I'm sure sllss writing tolmy hus-
EbaHd. I. ;s9,5
Mrs. Temple looked shocked, but an
other peal o. laughter came through
1.-THE partition bet& cen the male and fe-
male sections Of the car, and she
beamed again. Then Mrs. Wellington
anished her letter. glanced It oyer, ad,
dressed an envelope. sealed and
| siam I,ed Il with a deiiberation that
msddened MI. Whitcomb. When at
last She rose. Mrs. Whitcomb was in
1.-The seat almost before Mrs. yelling
ton was outsoiit.
Mrs. wellington paused at another
wave OF laughter from the mems
room. She commented petulantly:
what good times men have.
They've formed a club in there al
| ready, We women car, only sit around
and hate each other"
"Why don't hate anybody. do
you?" Mrs Temple exclaimed, look
ling up from tie novel she had found
on the book shelves. Mrs. yelling
ton dropped Into the next chair:
9on d long railroad journey hate
everybody. Don't you hate long jour
tcys?"
:1ns the frstt,1 ever took MRS.
Templei apologlzed. radtantly. 5,.and I'm
HAVING tbe-vbat INV oldest3boy would
cali he time 81 INV NE, And dear
II;Walter-s,lcb goIngs on. forIhin! h Al
few minutes aSo strolIed! blythe door
and ! saw him PLAYING cards with 4!
stranger and ,smoiins and drinking.
too ali At once"
"Rovs VIII he bovs" said Mrs. .iWtl.
iington 1'5f
"RI,t for Dr Temnla Of All ueopIe-,f
aWhv shonldn,t doctor9 Ma a
shave tho wav mon have everything
TSinS ~ q ,nsrt,I' rmokina room .
And women have M Mace 10 take a.
nnN. exceSf m The sIy"
Mrs Temnla atarad at her In awe,
orha romon IN tbis hook .mokesl-
norf,,,nad +bingslI
aAII wonen smoke nowadays" said
urs 1vaIi,nrton coreIessiy "Don,t
xo,,"
The no,,teot tb,ny Mrs. TemnIe
cor,d tbinE ~ N answer was. "Not
ystS
"Rea,lvn said Mrs wellington.
anan;t W., ,,ta tobacco, h
- nays,. triad q y.
"It,s time yon did I smoke cigars
mvssiyp =
Mrs Temp-a almost collapsed at
This double shock: "Ci-cigars?''
I@Yes: cisafettes are too strong for
mo. viii Won 1trry, one Of nv petsg.'
Mrs Temple was about 10 express
her repugnance at the thought. but
Mrs. wellington thrust before her a
portfolio in which nestled such dainty
shapes Of such warm and winsome
brown, that Mrs. Temple paused to
stare. and, like Mother Eve, found the
fruit OF knowledge too interesting
once seen to reject with scorn. She
hung over the cigar case In hesitant
excitement one moment too long. Then
she said in trembling voice: I'll
should like to try once!-jist to see
what It's like. But there's no place"
Mrs. Wellington felt that she had
already made a proselyte to her own
beloved vice, and she rushed her VIC
tim to the precIpice: "There's the OBJ
servation platform, my dear. Come
on out"
Mrs Temple was shivering with dis
NAV at the dreadful deed: "What
wonld they say IN Yps,Ianti?
"What do YOU care? Be a sport.