New Ulm review., 1912-06-05

heard him ana gisslsa to Mrs. want.
comb:
/ Listen to dear Walter. He hasn't
laughed like that since he was a-a
medical student" Then she, buried
her face guiltily In . book.
Wasn't 1t good!" d.. Temple de.
manded, wiping his streaming eyes
and nudging the solemn-faced English"
man, who understood his own nations
humor, but had not yet learned the
Yankee Quirks.
Wedgewood made hollow effort at
laughter and answered. Extremely.
very droll, but what I don't quite
get was-why the porter said The
others drowned him IN roar OF laugh
ter, but Ashton was angry, "Why, you
blamed fool, that's where the joke
came in. Don't you see, the bride.
groom said to the bride" then he
lowered his voice and diagramed the
story on his fingers.
Mrs. Temple was still shaking with
sympathetic laughter, never dreaming
what her husband was laughing at.
She turned to Mrs. Whitcomb, but
Mrs. Whitcomb was still glaring at
Mrs. Wellington, who was still writ
ing with flying fingers and underscor-
ing every other word.
Some people seem to think they
own the train," Mrs. Whitcomb ragged.
"That creature has been at the writ.
lug desk an hour. The worst Of it is,
I'm sure she's writing to my hus.
band" ~ ,.ss ~. ~ 4.
Mrs. Temple looked shocked, but an
other peal of laughter came through
| the partition between the male and fe-
male sections of the car, and she
] beamed again. Then Mrs. Wellington
finished her letter, glanced it over, ad-
dressed an envelope, sealed and
stamped it with q deliberation that
maddened Mrs. Whitcomb. When at
last she rose, Mrs. Whitcomb was in
the seat almost before Mrs. Yelling
ton was out of it.
Mrs. Wellington paused at another
wave Of laughter from the mems
room. She commented petulantly:
What good times men have.
They've formed club in there al
ready. We women can only sit around
and hate each other"
"Why, I don't hate anybody, do
you?" Mrs. Temple exclaimed, look
Ing up from the novel she had found
on the book shelves. Mrs. Yelling
ton dropped into the next chair:
ION long railroad Journey hate
everybody. Don't you hate long jour
ncys?"
"1t's the first I ever took" Mrs.
Temple apologized, radiantly, "and I'm
having the-What my oldest boy would
call the time Of my life. And dear
Walter-such goings on for him! A
few minutes ago strolled by the door
and / saw him playing cards with a
stranger, and smoking and drinking,
too, all at once"
Boys will be boys" said Mrs. Will
Iington.
But for DR.. Temple of all people"
why shouldn't a doctor? It's a
shame the way men have everything.
Think of it, special smoking room.
And women have no place to take a
puff except on the sly" ...
Mrs. Temple stared at her in awe:
"The woman in this book smokes!-
perfuned things!"
"All women smoke nowadays" said
Mrs. Wellington, carelessly. Don't
you?"
The politest thing Mrs. Temple
could think of in answer was: mot
yet"
Really" said Mrs. Wellington,
Don't you like tobacco?"
Il never tried it,
'1t's time you did. I smoke cigars
myself"
Mrs. Temple almost collapsed at
this double shock: "Ci-cigars?"
Eyes; cigarettes are too strong for
me; will you try one Of my pets?"
Mrs. Temple was about to express
her repugnance at the thought, but
Mrs. Wellington thrust before her q
portfolio in which nestled such dainty
shapes Of such a warm and winsome
brown, that Mrs. Temple paused to
stare, and, like Mother Eve, found the
fruit Of knowledge too interesting
once seen to reject with scorn. She
hung over the cigar case in hesitant
excitement one moment too long. Then
she said in trembling voice: IL
should like to try once-just to see
what it's like. But there's no place."
Mrs. Wellington felt that she had
already made q proselyte to her own
beloved vice. and she rushed her vic
tim to the precipice: There's the OBJ
Eervation platform, my dear. Come
On out" ...s~ S-.
Mrs. Temple was shivering with dis
may at the dreadful deed: what
would they say In Ypsilanti?"
What do you care? Be q sport.
Your husband smokes. II it's right
for him, why not for your