Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1912-07-23
CHAPTER XVI.
Good Niaht, All!

0OO0 JNISSik, N's
The car was settling gradually into
peace. But there was still some muir
muir and drowsy energy. Shoes con-
tinued to drop, heads to bump against
INNER berths, the bell to ring now
and then, and ring again and again.
The porter paid little heed to 1t;
he was busy making up number five
ura Lathrop's berth) for Marjorie,
who was making what preparations
she could for her trousseauless. hus-
bandless, dogless first night out.
Finally the Englishman, who had al
most rung the bell dry Of electricity,
showed from his berth his indignant
and undignified head. Once moro tho
car resounded with the cry of Paw
tab! Pawtah!"
The porter moved up with notice
able deliberation. Did you ring.
sah?"
did I ring! Paw-tah. you may
draw my tub ct eight'thutty IN me
mawning."
Draw yo'-what, sah?" the porter
gasped.
my tub
"Ba-ath tub?"
"Bahth tub"
"Lawdy, man. Is you allowin' to-
take a ba-ath in the mawnin'?"
"Of course I am"
Didn't you have one befo' you
stahted?"
How dare you! OF cawse I did,"
well, that's all you git"
do you mean to tell me that there
is no tub on this beastly train?"
Wedgewood almost fell out Of bed
with the shock of this news.
I'VE do not carry tubs-no, sab.
There's q lot OF tubs in San Fran
cisco. though"
mo tub on this train for four days!"
Wedgewood sighed. But whatever
does one do in the meanwhile?"
"One just waits. Yassah, one and
all waits
"lt's ghahstly. that's what it is.
ghahstly."
"Yassah,' said the porter, and
mumbled as he walked away. "but the
W0dtucI 10 SCI4A COOlCl.
He finished preparing Marjories
bunk. and was just suggesting that
Mallory retreat to the smoking room
while number three was made up.
when there was commotion in the
corridor, and a man in checked over
alls dashed into the car.
His ear was slightly red, and he
held at arms length, as If it were a
venomous monster, Snoozleums. And
he yelled:
"Say, whose durn dog is this? He
bit two men, and he makes SO much
noise we can't sleep in the baggage
car"
Marjorie went flying down the aisle
to reclaim her lost lamb in VOLTS
clothing, and Snoozleums. the returned
prodigal. yelped and leaped, and told
her all about the fndignities he had
been subjected to. and his valiant
struggle for liberty.
Marjorie, seeing only Snoozleums,
stepped into the fatal berth number
one, and paid no heed to the dangling
ribbons. Mallory, eager to restore
himself to her love by loving her dog.
crowded closer to her side, making q
hypocritical ado over the pup.
Everybody was 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-tenderly, now, since he had
won her back by his efforts to con-
sole Snoozleums--she was muttering