The Arvada enterprise., 1912-11-07

| NOW, that's where you have got
something on me. Say, we're like a
couple OF sardines trying to make love
| In a tin can"
It's cosy though" she said and
then vanished through the curtains
and shyly ran the gauntlet OF amused
| glances and over-cordlal Good morn
| ings" till she hid her bushes behind
| the door OF the women's room and
turned the key. II she had thought
Of 1t she would have said. God bless
the man that invented doors-and the
other angel that invented locks
The passengers this morning were
all a little brisker than usual. 1t
was the last day aboard for everybody
and they showed certain extra ami
nation. like the inmates OF an ocean
liner when land has been sighted.
Ashton was shaving when Ira swag-
gered into the mems room. Without
pausing to note whom he was ad.
dressing, Ashton sang out:
Good morning. Did you rest well?"
'What?" Ira roared.
oh excuse mel" said Ashton, has
tily, devoting himself to cash his
razor had made in his cheek-even IN
that cheek OF his.
Ira scrubbed out the basin. filled II
and tried to dive into 1t. slapping the
cold water in double handfuls over
his glowing face and putting through
1t like porpoise.
Meanwhile the heavy-eyed Fosdick
was sinking through the dining-car.
regarded with amazement by DR.. Tenn
pie and his wife. who were already up
and breakfasting
What's the matter with the bridal
couples on this train. anyway" said
DR.. Temple.
Il can't imagine" said his wife, "we
old couples are the only normal
ones"
Some more coffee, please. mother"
he said
But your nerves." she protested.
IT'S my vacation" he insisted.
Mrs. Temple stared at him and
shook her head: Il wonder what mis-
already been smoking, gambling.
drinking-have you been swearing.
YETI"
Not yet" the old cregyman smiled,
I've been saving that up for good
occasion. Perhaps 1t will rise before
the days over"
And his wife choked on her tea at
the wonderful train-change that had
come over the best man in Ypsilantl.
By this time Fosdick had reached
the stateroom from which he had
been banished again at the Nevada
state-line. He knocked cautiously.
From within came an anxious voice:
Who's there?"
Whom did you eXpect?"
Mrs. Fosdick popped her head out
like jill In the box. "Oh, it's you.
Arthur. Kiss me good morning"
He glanced round stealthily and
obeyed Instructions: Il guess it's
safe-my darling"
Did you sleep, dovie?" she yawned.
Not wink They took Off the
Portland car at Granger and ! had
| to sleep in one OF the chairs in the
| observation room"
in mournful sympathy, and asked:
What state are we in now?
"A dreadful state-Nevada."
Just what are we in Nevada"
I'm bigamist. and you've never
been married at all
"Oh, these awful divorce laws!" she
moaned. then left the general for tho
particular. won't Won come In and
hook me up?"
Fosdick looked shocked: Il don't
dare compromise you"
"Will you take breakfast with me
| in the dining-car?" she pleaded.
DO we dare?"
I'VE might call it luncheon" she
suggested.
He seized the chance: IAN right.
| I'll go ahead and order. and you stroll
| in and I'll offer you the seat opposite
me-"
But can't you hook me up?"
He was adamant: Not till we get
| to California. DO you think ! want to
compromise my own wife? Shh!
| Somebody's coming" And he darted
| off to the vestibule Just as Mrs. Jim
ME Wellington issued from number
ten with hair askew, eyes only half
open, and waist only half shut at the
back. She made quick squirt TO
the womens room. found 1t locked.
stamped her foot, swore. under her
breath and leaned against the wall OF
the car to walt.
| II