The Raymer enterprise., 1912-09-26


news: '1n Just little while we come
to the Utah hne-then we're safe"
God bless Utah!"
The rapture died from her face as
she caught sight Of Dr.. Temple. who
happened to stroll In and 90 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 very strange
character"
Her husband was infected with her
own terror. He asked. huskily: what
do you think he is?"
"A detecuve! 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 bis debut in beer, contin.
ued innocently to confirm the appear.
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 1t. saw Mrs. Wellington finish
Ing cigar, and retreated precipitate-
ly. Seeing Mrs. Temple wandering in
the corridor. he motioned her to a
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 1t over, and
parried his irony with a formula she
had heard men use when they hate
to refuse a gift.cigar: Thanks. III
smoke It after dinner. II you don't
mind"
"Oh. don't mind" he laughed, then
bending closer he murmured: They
tell me we are coming to q tunnel. q
nice. long. dark. dismal tunnel"
Mrs. Wellington would not take .
dare. She felt herself already enan.
cipated from Jimmie. So she answered
Ashton's hint with : laughing chaL
lenge:
How nice OF the conductor to ar.
range It."
Ashton smacked his lips over the
prospect.
And now the porter. having noted
Ashton's impatience to reach the tun.
mel. thought to curry favor and
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,
a great increase OF the train.noises
and far.off clang OF the locomotive
bell.
Out OF the Egyptian darkness came
the unmistakable sounds Of OSCILLATION
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
II 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 Mr.. Fosdick's scarfpin. Mrs.
Whitcomb alone was deserted. Mr..
Ashton was gazing devotion at Mrs.
Wellington and trying TO tell her
with his eyes how velvet he had
found her cheek.
But she was looking reproachfuliy
at him from a chair. and saying. NOT
without regret:
II heard everybody kissing every.
body. but | was cruelty neglected"
Ashton's eyes widened with unbe.
lief, he heard snicker at his elbow,
and whirled to find the porter rub
bing his black velvet cheek and
writhing with pent.up laughter.
(To BE CoNTINUED)