The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1912-03-29

Miss Cattle took another reef in her
tight lips. do you smoke cigarettes p
Mrs. Wellington's echoed disgust
with disgust: ooh, no, indeed. loathe
them. / 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 well used to
being disapproved of that 1t never
disturbed her. She went on as IL the
face opposite were not alive with hor-
ror: Il should think that cigars might
be great consolation to lady mis-
sionary in the long lone hours Of
what do missionaries do wien they're
not missionarying?"
"That depends"
There was something almost spirit
ual in Mrs. Jimmie's beatific look: Il
can't tell you what consolation my
cigars have given mo in my troubles.
Mr.. Wellington objected-but then Mr..
Wellington objected to nearly every
thing ! did. That's why am forced
to this dreadful STEP"
"Cigarsw
Divorces"
"Divorces!"
"Well, this will be only my second
my other was sudh a nuisance. l
got that from Jimmie, too. But it
didn't take. Then we made up and re-
married. Rather odd. having second
honeymoon with ones first husband.
But remarriage didn't succeed any
better. Jimmie fell of the water
wagon with an awful splash, and he
quite misunderstood my purely pla-
tonic interest in Sammy Whitcomb. a
nice young fellow with fool Of a
wife. Did you ever meet Mrs. Sammy
Whitcomb-no? Oh, but you are
lucky woman! Indeed you are! Well,
when Jimmie got jealous, just gave
him up entirely. I'm running away to
Reno. l sent. note to my husbands
club, saying that had gone to Europe,
and he needn't try to find me. Poor
fellow, he will. He'll hunt the CONT
nent high and low for me, but all the
while I'll be in Nevada. Rather good
joke on little Jimmie, eh?"
"Excruciating."
"But now I must 60. Now I must
go. I've really become quite addicted
to them"
"Divorces?"
cigars. Do stay here till come
back. have so much to say to YOU"
Miss Cattle shook her head in de-
spair. She could understand dozen
heather dialects better than the
speech Of so utter foreigner as her
fellow-countrywoman Mrs. Jimmie
fastened 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 a tall young
mana stranger, as alert for Irritation
as a weasel for mischief. He huddled
himself and his suitcases into as fiat
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
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 o. look and
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 door. He turned away,
saying to himself that 1t promised to
be pleasant journey. He was halted
by another voice-another woman's
voice:
Pardon me, but is this the car for
Reno?.'
He turned to smile, 'T believe sol"
Then his eyes widened as he recog-
nized the speaker.
Mrs. Sammy Whitcomb!"
1t promised to be curious journey.