The Prescott daily news., 1912-04-09

"A missionary? Why leave Chica- go?" Mrs Wellington's eye softened more or less convincingly: "Oh, love- ly! How 1 should dote upon being missionary. 1 really think that after get my divorce I might have try at it. I had thought of a convent, but being a missionary must be much more exciting" She dismissed the dream with an abrupt shake of the head. Excuse me, but do you happen to have any matches?"
 Matches! I never carry them!"
 "They never have matches in the women's room, and I've used my last one"
 Miss Cattle took another reef in her tight lips. Do you smoke cigarettes ?"
 Mrs. Wellington's echoed disgust with disgust: "Oh, no, indeed. I loathe them. I have the most dainty little cigars. Did you ever try one?"
 Miss Cattle stiffened into one excla- nation point: Cigars! Mel"
 Mrs. Jimmie was so we'll used to being disapproved of that it never disturbed her. She went on as if the face opposite were not alive with hor- TOT: "I should think that cigars might be great consolation to lady mis- sionary in the long lone hours of what do missionaries do when they're not missionarying?"
 'That depends"
 There was something almost spirit Ia1 in, toe can't tell you what consolation my cigars have given me in my troubles. MT. Wellington objected-but then Mir. Wellington objected to nearly every thing l did. That's why I am forced to this dreadful step"
 "Cigars?"
 "Divorces."
 "Divorces!"
 Well, this will be only my second my other was such a nuisance I got that from Jimmie, too But it didn't take. Then we made up and re- married. Rather odd, having a second honeymoon with ones first husband. But remarriage didn't succeed any better. Jimmie fell off the water wagon with an awful splash, and he quite misunderstood my purely pla- tonic interest in Sammy Whitcomb, nice young fellow with a fool of a wife. Did you ever meet Mrs. Sammy Whitcomb-no? Oh, but you are lucky woman! Indeed you are! We'll when Jimmie got jealous, l just gave him up entirely. Tm~running away to Reno. l sent a note to my husbands club, saying that l had gone to Europe, and he needn't try to find me. Poor fellow, he will He'll hunt the conti- nent high and low for me, but ali the while I'll be in Nevada Rather good joke on little Jimmie, eh?"
 'Excruciating."
 But now I must go. Now I must go. I've really become quite addicted to them'
 "Divorces?'
 Cigars. Do stay here till I come back. have so much to say to you"
 Miss Cattle shook her head in de- spair. She could understand a dozen heather dialects better than the speech of so utter foreigner as her w-countrywoman. Mrs. Jimmie hastened away, rather pleased at the shocks she had administered. She en. joyed her own electricity.
 In the corridor she administered an other thrill-this time to tall young man-a stranger, as alert for filtration as a weasel for mischief. He huddled al nI Jc c,,tt ,.t a space as possible, murmuring:
 These corridors are so narrow. aren't they?"
 Aren't they?" said Mrs. Jimmie. 50 sorry to trouble you"
 Don't mention it."
 She passed on, their glances fencing like playful foils. Then she paused:
 Excuse me. Could you lend me a match? They never have matches in the Women's Room"
 He succeeded in producing a box after much shifting of burdens, and he was rewarded with a look and a phrase:
 You have saved my life."
 He started to repeat his Don't mention it." but it seemed inappropri- ate. so he said nothing, and she van ished behind a door. He turned away. saying to himself that 1t promised to be a pleasant journey. He was halted by another voice-another woman's voice:
 Pardon me, but is this the car for Reno?"