Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1912-05-30

N4@ up
Everybody vas popping his or her
face out to learn the cause of such
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-tenderiy, now, since he had
won her back by his efforts to con
sole Snoozleums-she was mutteriug
tenderly:
We must not be seen together,
honey. GO away, ~ e 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 Notwithstanding
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 a schoolboy, ttptoe 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-
ers came this miraculous ~cloudburst
Of ironical rice, and with 1t came Lit
tie Jimmie Wellington, who lost what
little balance he had, and catapulted
into their midst like the offspring OF
an iceberg.
1t was at this moment that Mrs.
Wellington, hearing the loud cries Of
the panic-stricken Marjorie, rushed
from the Women's Room, absent-mind-
eddy combing a totally detached sec
ton of her hair. She recognized ia
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 w~herefores of
her husbands presence in this car.
DR., Temple in a n~ightgown and
trousers; Roger Ashton, in a collar
less estate, and the porter, managed
to extricate Mr.. Wellington from his
plight, and stow him away, though it
was Ike putting a whale tn-t,-A
Mallory, seeing that Marjorie had
fed, 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 R~rattleboro, the worst boy in
B~rattleboro, 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, an
hour later, and escorted him to the
late bridal section.
!. Marjorie had fed with her dog. as
} o o as she could grope her way
through the deIuge of rice. She hop
ped into her berth, and spent an hour
trying to clear her hair of the muI,
titudinous grains. And as for Snoozle-
ums, his thick wool was SO be-riced
+, that for two days, whenever he shoos
8 himself, he snew.
Eventually. the car quieted, and
: nothing was heard but the rumble and
click Of the wheels on the rails, the
creah OF timbers, and the trog-lia.
chorus OF a few weil-trained snorera
As the porter was turning down tn.
G last Of the lights, q rumpIed pate wa
thrust from the stateroon, and I'll.
l~u5cious-ered man whispered:
j Porter, what time did you say w.
crossed the Iowa state line?'
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From within the stateroom came