Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1912-05-16
NO. 9.

dlgnant Lathrop.
Mallory returned to Wellington with
fiercer: Whom, then?"
He was In a dangerous mood, and
Ashton came TO the recue: "Oh, don't
mind Wellington. He's not sober
yet"
This inspired suggestion came like
life-buoy to the hard-pressed Well
ington. He seized it and spoke thick
| ly Don't mind me-Im not shober
| yet"
well, it's good thing you're not"
was Mallorys final growl as he began
his own toilet
The porters bell began to ring furi-
ously, with touch they had already
come to recognize as the English
mans. The porter had learned to rec
ognize it, too, and he always took
double the necessary time to answer
1t. He was sauntering down the aisle
at his most leisurely gait when
Wedgewood's rumpled name shot out
from the curtains like lions from
Jungle. and he beloved: "Pawtah!
Pawtah!"
Still on the train" said the porter.
You may give me my portman-
teau."
"Yassah." He dragged 1t from the
upper berth, and set 1t inside Wedge
woods berth without special care as
to it's destination. Does you desire
anything else, sir?"
Yes, your absence said Wedge
wood.
THE same to you and many of
them." the porter muttered to himself
and added to Marjorie, who was just
starting down the aisle: "I'll suttainly
be interested in that man gittin'
where he's goin to git to-" Noting
that she carried Snoozeums, he said:
We're comm into station right
soon." Without further discussion
she handed him the dog, and he hob
bled away.
When she reached the womens
door, she found Mrs. Wellington wait
ing with increasing exasperation:
Come join the line at the box Of
tice," she said.
Good morning. Who's In there?"
said Marjorie, and Mrs. Wellington,
not noting that Mrs. Whitcomb had
come out OF her berth and fallen into
line, answered sharply:
u don't know. She's been there
forever I'm sure it's that cat OF a
Mrs. Whitcomb."
Good morning, Mrs. Mallory"
snapped Mrs. Whitcomb
Mrs. Wellington was rather proud
that the random shot landed, but Mar
jorie felt most uneasy between the
two tigresses: Good morning, Mrs.
Whitcomb," she said. There was a
disagreeable silence, broken finally by
Mrs. Wellington's: "Oh, Mrs. Mallory,
would you be angelic enough to hook
my gown?"
"Of course l WILL" said Marjorie.
May | hook you?" said Mrs. Whit
comb.
You're awfully kind" said Mar
jOrie, presenting her shoulders to
Mrs. Whitcomb who asked with mali
cious sweetness: why didn't your
husband do this for you this morn
ing?"
II don't remember" Marjorie
stammered, and Mrs. Wellington
tossed over-shoulder an apothegm:
He's no husband till he's hookbro-
ken"
Just then Mrs. Fosdlck came out or
her stateroom. Seeing Mrs. Whit
CT hn or
with brief, Good morning, every
body. Permit me-"
Mrs. Wellington twisted her head to
say Good morning" and to ask, Are
you hooked, Mrs. Fosdick2"
mot yet" pouted Mrs. Fosdick.
Turn round and back up" said
Mrs Wellington. After some maneu-
vering, the women formed q complete
circle, and fingers piled hooks and
eyes In veritable Ladies' Mutual Aid
Society.
BY now, Wedgewood was ready to
appear In a bathrobe about as gaudy
as the royal standard of Great Brit
ain. He stalked down the aisle, and
answered the male choruss CHEEKY
Good morning" with a ramlike
"Baw."
Ira Lathrop felt amiable even to-
ward the foreigner, and he observed:'
Glorious morning this morning"
Il dare say" growled Wedgewood.
II don't go In much for mawnings-
especially when I have no tub"
Wellington felt called upon to
squelch him: You Englishmen never
had real tub till we Americans sold
'em to YOU"
Il dare say" said Wedgewood in
differently. you sell 'em. We use
EN- But, do you know, I've just
thought out ripping idea. l shall
have my cold bath this mawning after
ALL"
"What are you going to dor
growled Lathrop. Crawl in the Ice
water tank?"
"Oh, dear, no. l shouldn't be let"
and he produced from his pocket a
rubber hose. Il simply attix this lit
tie tube to one end of the spigot and
wave the sprinklah hyah over my
er-my person"
Lathrop stared at him pityingly, and
demanded: What happens to the wa
ter, them"
What do | carer" said Wedge
wood
You burned fool, you'd flood the
car"
Wedgewood's high hopes withered.
81 hadn't thought Of that" he sighed.
Il suppose | must continue just as 1
am till | reach San Francisco. The
Erc thinrc chau ardnr tnnipht will