The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1912-05-15

"But you ought to have some rice and
old Shoes"
Here's the rice" said Hudson.
Here's the old Shoes" said Shaw.
Lovely" cried Mrs. Whitcomb, but
then she grew soberer. II should think,
though, that they-the young couple
would have preferred a stateroom."
"Of course" said Hudson, almost
blushing, but 1t was taken. This was
the best we could do for them"
That's why we want to make 1t
nice and bride-like," said Shaw. Per
haps you could help us-a woman's
| touch"
ooh, I'd love to-" she glowed, has
tening into the section among the
young men and the bundles. The I'M
usual stir attracted the porter's sus-
picions. He came forward with a look
of authority;
"Scuse me, but wha-what's all
this?"
"Vanish-get out" said Hudson,
poking a coin at him. AS he turned
to obey, Mrs. Whitcomb checked him
with: ooh, Porter, could you get us
q hammer and some nails?"
The porter almost blanched: Good
Lawd, Miss, you amt allowin' to drive
nails in that woodwork, is your" That
woodwork was to him what the altar
| is to the priest.
But Hudson, resorting to heroic
measures, hypnotized him with two
| dollar bill: Here, take this and see
nothing, hear nothing, say nothing"
/ The porter caressed it and chuckled:
I'm blind, deaf and speeches." He
turned away, only to come back at
once with timid "Scuse mel"
you here YETI" growled Hudson.
Anxiously the porter pleaded: 81
| Just want to asst one question. Is you
all fixin' up for bridal coupler"
Foolish question, number eight
million, forty-three," said Shaw. "An-
swer, no, we are"
The porters face glistened like
fresh stove polish as he gloated over
the prospect. Il tell you, it'll be mahty
refreshin' to have a bridal couple on
bode! This dog-on Reno train don't
I carry nothin' much but Divorces. I'm
just nachally hongry for a bridal cou-
| pie"
"Brile coup-hic-le?" came a voice,
| like an echo that had somehow be
come intoxicated in transit. 1t was
Little Jimmie Wellington looking fol-
more sympathy. ''Whass zls about
brile coupler"
why, here's Little Buttercup!"
sang out young Hudson, looking at
him in amazed amusement.
did un'stan' somebody say you're
preparing for brile couple"
Lieutenant Shaw grinned. 81 don't
know what you understood, but that's
what we're doing"
Immediately Wellington's great face
began to churn and work like a big
eddy in river. Suddenly he was
weeping. Excuse these tears, zhent.
/ tlemen, but l once-I was once
b-b-bride myself"
"He looks like whole wedding par.
ty," was Ashton's only comment on
the copious grief 1t was poor yelling.
tons fate to hunt as vainly for sym.
patty as Diogenes for honesty. The
decorators either ignored him or
shunted him aside. They were inter.
ested in a strange contrivance Of rib
bons and box that Shaw produced.
That" Hudson explained, "is lit.
tie rice trap. We hang that up there
-biff! shower of rice all over them.
It's bad. eh?"
Everybody agreed that it was a
happy thought, and even Jimmie Wei
lington, like great baby, bounding
from tears to laughter on the instant,
was chortling: "A rishe trap? That's
abslootly splendid-greates' invensh'
modern times. l must stick around
and see her when she fiops." And
then he lurched forward like a too
obliging elephant. Let me help you"
Mrs. Whitcomb, who had now
mounted step ladder and poised her
self as gracefully as possible, shrieked
with alarm, as she saw Wellington's
bulk rolling toward her frail support
II Hudson and Shaw had not been
football veterans at West Point and
had not known just what to do when
the center rush comes bucking the
| line, they could never have blocked
that flying wedge. But they checked
him and impelled him backward
through his own curtains into his own
berth.
Finding himself on his back, he de-
cided to remain there. And there he
remained, obliyious Of the carnival
preparations going on just outside his
canopy.
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