The Progressive West Virginian. [volume] (Williamson, W. Va.) 1911-1913, 1912-12-12

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Just then Mrs. Fosdick came out OF
her stateroom Seeing Mrs. Whit
combs waist agape, she went at it
with brief, Good morning, every
body. Permitssme"
Mrs. Wellington twisted her head to
say Good morning and to ask, Are
you hooked, Mrs. Fosdick?'
Not yet" pouted Mrs. Fosdick. y
"Turn round and back up" said
Mrs. Wellington. After some maneu-
vering, the women formed a complete
circle, and fingers piled hooks and
eyes In a veritable Ladies' Mutual Aid
Society.
BY now, Wedgewood was ready to
appear In a bathrobe about as gaudy
sasNthe royal standard OF Great Brit.
ain. He statked down the aisle, and
ANSWERED the male chorus's CHEEKY
Good morning with. ramlike
.yBaw."
Ira Lathrop felt amiable even to-
ward the foreigner, and he observed:
Glorious morning this morning"
II dare say" growled Wedgewood.
II don't go in much for mawnings--
especially when / have no tub"
Wellington felt called upon to
squelch him. You Englishmen never
had a real tub till we Americans sold
/ EN- to you."
Il dare say" said Wedgewood In
differently. You sell EN-. We use
EN-. But, do you know, I've just
thought out ripping idea. shasi
have my cold bath this mawning atIer
ALL"
what are you going to do?"
| growled Lathrop. Crawl in the Ice
water tank?"
| "Oh, dear, no. | shouldn't be let"
and he produced from his pocket q
rubber hose. Il simply attix this lit
! tie tube to one end OF the spigot and
wave the sprinkiah hyah over my
er-my person"
Lathrop stared at him pityingly, and
demanded: What happens to the wa
ter, them"
What do / care?" said Wedge
wood
you burned fool, you'd Hood the
car, ',-x
Wedgewood's high hopes withered.
Il hadn't thought of that" he sighed.
L suppose | must continue just as
4 am till | reach San Francisco. The
first thing | shall order tonight will
be four cold tubs and a lemon
4 squash"
While the men continued to make
themselves presentable in huddle.
the hook-and-eye society at the other
end OF the car finished with the four
waists, and Mrs. Fosdick hurried
away to KEEP her tryst in the dining
car. The three remaining relapsed
into dreary attitudes. Mrs yelling
ton shook the knob OF the forbidding
door, and turned to complain: What
in heavens name ails the creature in
there. She must have fallen out OF
the window"
Its outrageous" said Marjorie,
the way women violate women's
rights"
Mrs. Whitcomb saw an opportunity
to insert a stiletto. She observed to
Marjorie, with an innocent air:
why, Mrs. Mallory, I've even known
women to lock themelves in there and
smoke!"
While Mrs. Wellington was rum
maging her brain for fitting retort,
Cattle, as was.
She blushed furiousIy at sight OF
the committee waiting to greet her.
but they repented their criticisms and
tried to make, up for them by the ex-
cessive warmth with which they all
exclaimed at once: Good morning,
Mrs. Lathrop!"
Good morning, who?" said Anne,
then bluslred yet redder: "Oh, / can't
seem to get used to that name! |
hope | haven't kept you waiting?"
"Oh not at-all!" the women insist
ed, and Anne fled to number 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 diffidence two gar
ments which Anne hastily stuffed into
, her own valise.
n 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
J ton.
"Oh, insist" said Marjorie.
81 couldn't think of it., persisted
: Mrs. Wellington. Il won't allow you
And then Mrs. Whltcomb pushed
them both aside: Pardon me. won''
you? I'm getting off at Reno
so am l." gasped Mrs. yelling
!. ton, rushing forward only to be facet
by the slam of the door and the ciici
) OF the key She whtrled pack to de
! mand of Marjorie; Did you ever heal
of such impudence?"
Il never did"
"Tll never be ready for Reno" Mrs
Wellington walled, land haven't haf
: my breakfast"
E You'd better order 1t in advance.
. said Marjorie. 1T takes that chef al
4 hour to boil an egg three minutes"
= Il will, If can ever get my fac'
:, washed" sighed Mrs. Wellington.
K And now Mrs. Anne Lathrop, ate
much hesitation. called timidly, "Por
er--porter--pleasei"
i es-miss-missus." he amended
"Will you call my" she gulped-
I my husband?"
o Yes, ma'am." the porter chuckleo