The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1912-11-22


cue sat there, putting like a major
seHeFat' and III one portion Of No
OfaSka two farmers fell off their ayr,
cultural vehicles at the sight Of he,
cigar-smoke trailing after the train
IN wyoming three cowboys followed
her for a mile, ylpping and howIine
their compliments.
feeling the smoke mood coming m
Mrs. Wellington invited Mrs Tamn,e
10 smoke with her, but Mrs, Temnle
lett reminiscent qualm at the yery
thought, so Mrs. Jimmie saunteret
out alone, to the great surprise OF
Ira Lathrop. whose motto WAS. Two
heads are better than one" and who
was apparently willing TO wait till
Anne Gattie's head grew On his
| shoulder.
l trust | don't intrude," Mrs. Well
ington said.
oh, no. Oh, yes" Anne gasped in
merry confusion as she fled into the
car, followed by the purpIe-faced Ira,
who slammed the door with a erowi.
THAT Wellington woman would break
up anything"
The prim little missionary toppIed
into the nearest chair: oh, Ira what
will she Think"
she can't think" Ira grumbled.
I'm a little while she'll know"
Don't you think we'd better tell
everybody before they begin to talk?'
Ira glowed with pride at the
thought and murmured with all the
ardor of a senile Romeo: Il suppose
so, ducky darling. I'll break it
mean I'll tell it to the men, and you
tell the women"
"All right, dear, I'll obey you" she
answered, meekly.
obey met" Ira laughed with boy
ish swagger. 'And you mission
aryt"
We'll, I've converted one heather,
anyway" said Anne as she darted
down the corridor, followed by Ira,
who announced his intention to go
to the baggage car and dig up his old
Prince Albert"
In their flight forward they passed
the mysterious woman in the state
room. They were too full of their
own mystery to give thought to hers.
Mrs. Fosdick went timidly prowling
toward the observation car, suspect
ing everybody to be spy, as Mallory
suspected everybody to be a clergy
man in disguise.
AS she stole along the corridor
past the mems clubroom she saw her
husband-her here-and-there husband
-wearily counting the telegraph
posts and summing them up into
miles. She tapped on the glass and
signalled to him, then passed on.
He answered with a look, then pre-
tended not TO have noticed, and wait
ed a few moments before he rose with
an elaborate air of carelessness. He
beckoned the porter and said:
Let me know the moment we en-
ter Utah, will you?"
"Yassah. Well be comm along
right soon now. We got to pass
through the big Aspen tunnel, after
that, befo' long. We splounce into Old
Utah"
Don't forget" said Fosdick, as he
sauntered out. Ashton perked up his
ears at the promise OF tunnel and
kept his eye on his watch.
Fosdick entered the observation
room with a hungry look in his
luscious eyes. His now-and-then wife
put I'D a warning finger to indicate
Mrs. Whitcomb's presence at the
writing desk.
Fosdick's smile froze into a smirk
Of formality and he tried to chill his
tone as II he were speaking to total
stranger.
Good afternoon
Mrs. Fosdick answered with equal
ice. Good afternoon. Won't you sit
DOWN."
THANKS. Very picturesque seen
cry. isn't TT"
"1sn't it?" Fosdick seated himself,
looked about cautiously, noted that
Mrs Writcomb was apparently abb
Oorbed in her letter, then lowered his
voice confidentially. His face kept up
a strained pretense OF indifference.
hu, his whisper was passionate with
longing: -,
"Has my poor little wiley missed
ner moor old hubby"
"oh. 60 much" she whispered.
.uas moor little hubby missed his
poor old wifey
"Horribly. Was she lonesome In
hat dismal stateroom all by her
,slf?"
ION. SO miserable! | can't stand IT
much longer