The Arvada enterprise., 1912-11-14

women to lock themelves In there and
smoker
While Mrs. Wellington was rum
maging her brain for fitting retort, |
the door opened. and out stepped Miss
Cattle, as was
She blushed furiously at sight OF
the committee waiting to greet her.
but they repented their criticisms and
tried to make up for them by the ex.
cessiye warmth with which they all
exclaimed at once: Good morning
Mrs. Lathrop."
Good morning, who?" said Anne
then blushed yet redder: oh, | can't
seem to get used to that nameI 1
hope haven't kept you waiting?"
oh not at all" the women insist.
ed, and Anne fed to pumber six, re-
membered that this was no longer
her home, and moved on to number
one. Here the porter was just finish
ing his restoring tasks, and laying
aside with some ditfidence two gar
ments which Anne hastily stuffed into
her own yalise.
Meanwhile Marjorie was pushing
| Mrs. Wellington ahead:
You go in first, Mrs. Wellington"
You go first have no husband
waiting for me-" said Mrs. Yelling
| ton.
"Oh, insist" said Marjorie.
Il couldn't think of It," persisted
Mrs. Wellington. Il won't allow you"
And then Mrs. Whitcomb pushed
them both aside: Pardon me, won't
| you? I'm getting off at Reno"
so am l." gasped Mrs. yelling
ton, rushing forward, only to be faced
by the slam of the door and the click
OF the key. She whirled back to de
mand of Marjorie: Did you ever hear
of such impudence?"
II never did"
I'll never be ready for Reno" Mrs.
Wellington walled, "and / haven't had
my breakfast"
You'd better order it in advance"
said Marjorie. 1T takes that chef an
hour to boil an egg three minutes"
Il will, If | can ever get my face
washed sighed Mrs. Wellington
And now Mrs. Anne Lathrop, after
much hesitation, called timidly, "Por,
-porter-please!"
-miss-missus" he amended.
"Will you call my" she guIped-
my husband?"
Yes, ma am" the porter chuckled,
and putting his grinning head in at
the mems door, he bowed to Ira and
said: Excuse me, but you are sent
for by the lady in number one"
Ashton slapped him on the back
and roared: "Oh, you married mani"
Well" said Ira, in self-defense, Il
don't hear anybody sending for you"
Wedgewood grinned at Ashton Il
rather fancy he had you theah, old
top, eh, WHAT"
Ira appeared at number one. and
bending over his treasure-trove. spoke
in voice that was pure saccharine:
Are you ready for breakfast, dear?"
Yes, Ira"
Come along to the dining-car."
It's cosier here" she said. Couldn't
we have 1t served here?"
But it'll get all cold, and I'm hun
gry," pouted the old bachelor, to
whom breakfast was sacred insti-
tuition
IAN right, Ira" said Anne, glad to
be meek: come along" and she rose.
Ira hesitated. Still. If you'd rath-
er, Wen eat here" He sat down.
"Oh. not at ALL" said Anne: well
go where you want to 60"
But | want to do what you want to
do"
so do I-we'll CO." said Anne.
Wen stay"
mo, | insist on the dining-Car."
"Oh, all right, have your own way"
said Ira. as II he were being bullied.
and liked 1t. Anne smiled at the con-
trariness of men, and Ira smiled at
the contrariness of women, and when
they reached the vestibule they kissed
each other in mutual forgiveness.
AS Wedgewood stropped an old-fash-
ioned razor, he said to Ashton. who
was putting up his safety equipment
Il say, old party, are those safety
razors safe? Can't you really cut
YOURSELF"
Cut everything but hair" said Ash
ton. pointing to his wounded chin.
CTO BE CONTINUED)