Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1912-07-18
Copyright. 1911. by ID. K. Fly 90.

Oho JUDI waits ASSAM, one anu
all waits"
IT'S ghahstly. that's what it is,
ghahstly."
"Yassah," said the porter, and
mumbled as he walked away, but the
weather is gettin' cooler"
He finished preparing Marjorie's
bunk, and was just suggesting that
Mallory retreat to the smoking room
while number three was made up,
when there was a commotion in the
corridor, and a man in checked over
ais dashed into the car.
His ear was slightly red. and he
held at arms length, as if it were a
venomous monster, SnoSzleums. And
he yelled:
Say, whose durn dog is this? He
bit two men, and he makes so much
noise we cant sleep in the baggage
car"
Marjorie went flying down the aisle
to reclaim her lost lamb in VOLTS
clothing, and Snoozleums, the returned
prodigal, yelped and leaped, and told
her all about the indignities he had
been subjected to, and his valiant
struggle for liberty
Marjorie, seeing only Snoozleums,
stepped into the fatal berth number
one, and paid no heed to the dangling
ribbons. Mallory, eager to restore
himself to her love by loving her dog,
crowded closer to her side, making a
hypocrltical ado over the pup.
Everybody was popping his or her
face out to learn the cause of such
!clamor Among the bodiless heads
suspended along the curtains, like
Dyak trophies, appeared the great
mask of Little Jimmie Wellington. He
had been unable to sleep for mourn
ing the wanton waste of that lovely
rice-trap.
When he peered forth, his eyes
hardly believed themselves. The
elusive bride and groom were actu-
ally In the trap-the hen pheasant
and the chanticleer. But the net did
not fall. He waited to see them sit
down, and spring the Internal ma
chine. But they would not sit.
In fact. Marjorie was muttering to
Harry-tenderly, now, since he had
won her back by his efforts to con-
sole Snoozleums-she was muttering
itenderIy:
1--WE must not be seen together,
honey Go away, I'll see you in the
morning"
And Mallory was saying with bit
Iterest resignation: Good night-my
friend"
And they were shaking hands! This
incredible bridal couple was shaking
hands with misunderstanding!
Then Wellington determined to do at
least his duty by the sacred rites.
The gaping passengers saw what
was probably the largest pair of pa
jamas in Chicago. They saw Little
Jimmie, smothering back his giggles
like a schoolboy, tiptoe from his
berth, enter the next berth, brushing
the porter aside, climb on the seat,
and clutch the ribbon that pulled the
stopper from the trap.
Down upon the unsuspecting elop-
~erE came this MIRACULOUS cloudburst
of 1rOniCal rice, and with it came Lit
tie Jimmie Wellington, who lost what
little balance he had, and catapulted
into their midst like the offspring of
an iceberg.
1t was at this moment that Mrs.
Wellington, hearing the loud cries of
the panic-stricken Marjorie, rushed
from the WOmen's Room, absent-mind-
eddy combing totally detached sec
ton of her hair. She recognized ia
miliar pyjamas waving in air, and
with one faint gasp: Jimmie! on this
train" she swoOned away. She would
have fallen, bat seeing that no one
paid any attention to her, she recov-
erred consciousness on her own hook,
and vanished into her berth, to medi-
tate on the why's and wherefores of
her husbands presence in this car.
DR.. Temple in a nightgown and
trousers; Roger Ashton, in a collar
less estate, and the porter, managed
to extriCate Mr.. Wellington from his
plight, and stow him away, though it
was like putting whale to bed.
Mallory, seeing that Marjorie had
uSuJ N6uleu his VIII rage against late
in general, and rice traps in particu-
lar, by tearing the bridal bungalow to
pieces, and then he stalked into the
smoking room, where Ira Lathrop,
homeless and dispossessed, was sound
asleep, with his feet in the chair.
He was dreaming that he was a
boy in Brattleboro, the worst boy in
Brattleboro, trying to get up the cour-
age to spark pretty Anne Cattle, and
throwing rocks at the best boy In
town, Charlie Selby, who was always
Iat her side. The porter woke Ira, an
hour later, and escorted him to the
late bridal section.
Marjorie had fed with her dog, as
soon as she could grope her way
through the deluge of rice. She hop
ped into her berth, and spent an hour
trying to clear her hair of the null
ititudinous grains. And as for Snoozle-
,ums, his thick wool was so be-riced
THAT for two days, whenever he shook
himself, he snew.
Eventually, the car quieted, and
nothing was hoard hut tha rumble and