News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1912-11-20

mot q wink. They took off the
Portland car at Granger and l hac
to sleep in one of the chairs in the
observation room"
Mrs. Foe lex shook her head at hin
in moulnful sympathy, and asked:
"What state are we in now?"
"A dreadful state-Nevada,"
Just what are we In Nevada?"
I'm q bigamist, and you've never
been MARI ed at ALL"
ooh, tsese awful divorce law-" she
moaned, then left the general Tor the
particular: won't you come in and
hook me up?"
lsdick looked shocked: Il don't
{ compromise you"
"Will you take breakfast with me
in the dining-car?" she pleaded.
do we dare?"
"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 l 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 1t was
plainly the trains swerve and not an
inner lurch that twisted the fortnight
of his progress.
He squeezed into the mems room
like a whole crowd at once, and sang
out, Good morning, ALL" with a Won
derfuI heartiness.. Then he paused
over a wash basin, rubbed his hands
gleefully and proclaimed, like another
Chantecler advertising a new day:
"Well-Im 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
incidentally over Ashton.
Il feel" he chortled, Il feel like 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:
well, 1 see they had another scrap
last night"
"They-who?" said Ira, through his
flying toothbrush.
The Mallorys. Once more he oc'
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 |
the Mallorys and was tempted to de-
fend them, but he saw the young lieu !
tenant himself just entering the
This was more than Well
lngtOn saw, for he went on talking |
rom behind a towel:
well, if l were a bridegroom and
had bride like that, it would take
more than quarrel to send me to
another BERTH
The others made gestures which he
could not see. His enlightenment
came when Mallory snapped the towel
rom his hands and glared into his
ace with all the righteous wrath of a
nan hearing his domestic affairs pub
icly discussed.
Were you abiding to me, Mr..
he demanded, hotly.
Little Jimmie almost persisted with
lpoplexy: you, your" he munlbled.
why, of course not. You're not the
)nly bridegroom on the train"
mallory IOSSeu uln the towel again: |
You meant Mr.. Lathrop them"
me! Not much!" roared the in
lignant Lathrop.
Mallory returned to Wellington with
| fiercer: Whom, them"
He was in a dangerous mood, and
Ashton came to the recue: "Oh, don't
mind Wellington. He's not sober
yet."
This inspired suggestion came like
/ life-buoy to the hard-pressed Well
ngton. He seized it and spoke thick
y: Don't mind me-Im not shober
,et."
well, it's a good thing you're not"
vas Mallory's final growl as he began
lis own toilet:
The porter's bell began to ring furi-
'usly, with touch they had already
,ome to recognize as the English
mans. The porter had learned to rec
)gnize it, too, and he always took
louble the necessary time to answer
t. He was sauntering down the aisle
It his most leisurely gait when
rumpled name shot out
rom the curtains Ike q lions from a |