The Prescott daily news., 1912-04-16

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 muttertng tenderly: '.'~--- .~--
 We must not be seen together, honey. Go away, I'll see you in the morning."
 And Mallory was saying with bit terest resignation: Good night-my friend"
 And they were shaking hands! This incredible bridal couple was shaking hands with elf-disintegrating 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 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- CTS came this miraculous cloudburst of ironical 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.
 It was at this moment that Mrs Wellington, hearing the loud cries of the panic-stricken Marjorie, rushed from the WOmen's Room, absent-mand- edly cOmbtng a totally detached sec tion of her hair. She recognized fa- miliar pyjamas waving in air, and with one faint gasp: Jimmie! on this train!" she swooned away She would have fallen, but seeing that no one paid any attention to her. she recov- cred 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 MT. Wellington from his plight, and stow him away, though it was like putting a whale to bed
 Mallory, seeing that Marjorie had fled, vented his wild rage against fate 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 Q 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 at her side. The porter woke Ira, ar hour later. and escorted him to the late bridal section.
 Marjorie had fled with her dog, as soon as she could grope her way thI gh the deluge of rice She hop ped into her berth, and spent an hour trying to clear her hair of the mut titudinous grains. And as for Snoozle ums, his thick wool was SO be-riced that for two days, whenever he shook himself he snew
 EventusNy the car Quieted anc nothing Was heard but the rumble ana click of the wheels on the rails, the 5re"l Of timhers, and the frog like .4cg-s ol few well-trained snorers. As tae porter was turning down the last of the lights, rumpled pate was ChTIat from the stateroom, and the lusc!ous-eyed man whispered:
 Porter, what time did you say we crossed the Iowa state line?" Two fifty-tive a. m."
 From within the stateroom came deep sigh, then with a dismal groan: Gail me at two fifty-five a. m.," the door was closed
 Poor Mallory, pyjamaless and night shirtless, lay propped up on his pill lows, staring out of the window at the swiftly shifting night scene The state of Illinois was being pulled out from under the train like a dark rug. Farmhouses gleamed or dreamed
 ampless. The moonlight rippled on ntnLl lct.a. 1Af xr.i.