The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-10-17

Whitcomb," she said. There was a
disagreeable silence, broken finally by
Mrs. Wellington's: "Oh, Mrs. Mallory,
would you be angelic enough to hook
my gown.
"Of course l WILL" said Marjorie.
May | hook you?" said Mrs. Whit.
comb.
You're awfulIy kind" said Mar.
jorie, presenting her shoulders to
Mrs. Whitcomb, who asked with mali.
cious sweetness: why didn't your
husband do this for you this morn.
ing?"
II don't remember" Marjorie
stammered, and Mrs. Wellington
tossed over-shoulder an apothegm:
He's no husband till he's hook-bro-
KEN
Just then Mrs. Fosdick came out of
her stateroom. Seeing Mrs. Whit.
combs waist agape. she went at 1t
with a brief, Good morning, every.
body. Permit me-"
Mrs. Wellington twisted her head to
say Good morning" and to ask, Are
you hooked, Mrs. Fosdick?"
mot yet" pouted Mrs. Fosdick.
Turn round and back up" said
Mrs. Wellington. After some maneu.
! vering, the women formed a complete
circle, and fingers piled hooks and
eyes in a veritable Ladies' Mutual Aid
Society.
By now, Wedgewood was ready to
appear in a bathrobe about as gaudy
| as the royal standard or Great Brit
ain. He stalked down the aisle, and
answered the male chorus's CHEEKY
Good morning with a ramIike
"Baw."
Ira Lathrop felt amiable even to-
ward the foreigner, and he observed:
Glorious morning this morning"
II dare say" growled Wedgewood
81 don't go in much for mawnings-
| especially when / have no tub
Wellington felt called upon to
squelch him: You EngIishmen never
had a real tub till we Americans sold
'em to you"
Il dare say" said Wedgewood in
differently. You sell 'em. We use
'em. But, do you know, I've just
thought out a ripping idea. I shall
have my cold bath this mawning after
| ALL"
What are you going to do"
growied Lathrop. Crawl in the ice
water tank?''
"Oh, dear, no. I shouldn't be let,
and he produced from his pocket q
rubber hose. Il simply affix this lit
tie tube to one end of the spigot and
er-my person"
Lathrop stared at him pityingly, ant
demanded: What happens to the wa
ter, them"
What do 1 carer" said Wedge
wood.
You burned fool, you'd flood tn,
car"
Wedgewood's high hopes withered
Il hadn't thought of that" he sighed
Il suppose l must continue just as
am till I reach San Francisco. Tn,
first thing | shall order tonight will
be four cold tubs and a lemon
squash"
|
themselves presentabIe in huddle
the hook-and-eye society at the othe
end of the car finished with the fou
waists, and Mrs. Fosdick hurried
away to KEEP her tryst in the dining
car. The three remaining relapset
into dreary attitudes. Mrs. yelling
ton shook the knob of the forbidden,
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in heavens name ails the creature II
there. She must have fallen out o
the window"
Its outrageous" said Marjorie
1.-The way women violate women
rights"
Mrs. Whitcomb saw an opportunit.
to insert a stiletto. She observed t
Marjorie, with an innocent air
why, Mrs. Mallory, I've even know
women to lock themelves in there an
smoked"
While Mrs. Wellington was rum
maging her brain for a fitting retort
the door opened, and out stepped Mis-
Cattle, as was.
She blushed furiously at sight o
| Tie dllAA6 ~ 6ACCt hOA
but they repented their criticisms an,
tried to make up for them by the eS
cessive warmth with which they al
exclaimed at once: Good morning
Mrs. Lathrop!"
Good morning. who?" said Anne
then blushed yet redder: "On, l can
seem to get used to that name.
hope l haven't kept you waiting?
"Oh, not at ALL" the women insist
ed, and Anne fed to number six, re
membered that this was no longe
her home, and moved on to numbe
one. Here the porter was just tinisf
ing his restoring tasks, and layin
aside with some difidence two gal
ments which Anne hastily stuffed int
her own valise.
Meanwhile Marjorie was pushin
Mrs. Wellington ahead:
You go In first, Mrs. Wellington.
You go first. ! have no husban
waiting for me-" said Mrs. yelling
ton.
"Oh, I insist" said Marjorie.
81 couldn't think Of It," persiste
Mrs. Wellington. Il won't allow you.
And then Mrs. Whitcomb pushe
them both aside: Pardon me, won
| YOU? I'm getting of at Reno"