The Prescott daily news., 1912-04-22
God bless Utah."

Sne caught SlSnC or LIT. lemple, WnO happened to stroll in and go to the bookshelves, and taking out a book happened to glance near-sightedly her way.
 Be careful of that man, dearie," Mrs. Fosdick hissed out of one side of her mouth. He's a very strange character"
 Her husband was infected with her own terror. He asked. huskily: What do you think he is2"
 "A detective! I'm sure he's watch ing us. He followed you right in here."
 We'll be very cautious-till We get to Utah."
 The old clergyman, little fuzzy in brain from his debut in beer, contin- ance of a detective by drifting aim- lessly about. He was looking for his wife, but he kept glancing at the un- easy Fosdicks. He went to the door, opened it, saw Mrs Wellington finish ing cigar, and retreated precipitate-
 
 the corridor, he motioned her to chair near the Fosdicks and she sat by his side, wondering at his filmy eyes.
 The Fosdicks, glancing uncomfort- ably at Dr. Temple, rose and selected other chairs further away. Then Roger Ashton sauntered in, his eyes searching for proper companion through the tunnel
 He saw Mrs. Wellington returning from the platform, just tossing away her cigar and blowing out the last of its grateful vapor.
 With an effort at sarcasm, he went to her and offered her one of his own cigars, smiling: Have another"
 She took it, looked it over, and parried his irony with a formula she had heard men use when they hate to refuse a gift-cigar: Thanks. I'll smoke 1t after dinner, if you don't mind"
 "Oh, don't mind," he laughed, then bending closer he murmured: They tell me we are coming to a tunnel, a nice, long, dark, dismal tunnel"
 Mrs. Wellington would not take a dare. She felt herself already eman- cipated from Jilsmie. So she answered Ashton's hint with a laughing chal- lenge: '-<1d ka,'-r4s --r---.-.-
 How nice of the conductor to ar range it."
 Ashton smacked his lips over the prospect.
 And now the porter, having noted Ashtons impatience to reach the tun- nel, thought to curry favor and a quarter by announcing its approach He hustled in and made straight for Ashton just as the tunnel announced itself with a sudden swoop of gloom. great increase of the train-noises and far-off clang of the locomotive bell.
 Out of the Egyptian darkness came the unmistakable sounds of osculation in various parts of the room. Doubt less, it was repeated in other parts Of the train. There were numerous COO ing sounds, too, but nobody spoke ex- cept Mrs. Temple, who was heard to murmur:
 "Oh, Walter, dear, what makes your breath so funny!"
 Next came little yowl of pain in Mrs. Fosdick's voice, and then day light flooded the car with a rush, as If time had made an instant leap from midnight to noon. There were inter- esting disclosures.
 Mrs. Temple was caught with her arms round the doctors neck, and she blushed like spoony girl. Mrs Fosdick was trying to disengage her hair from MT. Fosdick's scarf-pin. Mrs. Whitcomb alone was deserted. Mir. Ashton was gazing devotion at Mrs. Wellington and trying to tell Ter with his eyes how velvet he had found her cheek. But she was looking reproachfully at him from chair, and saying, not without regret: T heard everybody kissing every. body, but was cruelty neglected" Ashtons eyes widened with unbe- lief, he heard a smcker at his elbow, and whirled to find the porter rub ping his black velvet cheek and writhing with pent-up laughter. Mrs. Wellington glanced the same way. and a shriek of understanding burst from her. It sent the porter into a spasm of yah-yahs till he caught Ashton's eyes and saw murder in them The porter fled to the plat