The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1913-08-15

Now. that's where you nave got
something on me. Say were like a
couple OF sardines trying 10 make love
in tin can"
Its cosy though" she said, ana
then vanished through the curtains
and shyly ran the gauntlet OF amused
glances and over-cordial Good morn
ings" till she hid her bushes behind
the door OF the womens room ana
turned the key. II she had thought
Of IL 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. IL
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 10 note whom he was ad-
dressing, Ashton sang out:
Good morning. Did you rest well?"
WHAT Ira roared.
"Oh. excuse me-" said Ashton, has
tily, devoting himself 10 a cash his
razor had made in his cheek-even in
that cheek OF his.
Ira scrubbed out the basin. filled IL
and tried 10 dive into IL. slapping the
cold water in double handfuls over
his glowing face and putting through
il like a 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-
chief you'll be up TO today? You've
already been smoking. gambling,
drinking-have you been swearing,
YETI"
Not yet" the old cregyman smiled.
I've been saving that up for a good
occasion. Perhaps 1t will rise before
the days over"
Ard his wife choked on her tea at
the wonderful train-change that had
come over the best man in Ypsilanu.
BY this time Fosdick had reached
the stateroom from which he had
been banished again at the Nevada
state-lne. He knocked cautiously.
From within came an anxious voice:
Who's there"
Whom did you expect?"
Mrs. Fosdick popped her head out
like a Jill in the box. "Oh. it's you,
Arthur. Kiss me good morning"
He glanced round stealthiy and
obeyed instructions: Il guess it's
safe-my darling
Did you sleep, dovie?" she yawned.
Not a wink. They took off the
Portland car at Granger and I had
10 sleep in one of the chairs in the
observation room
Mrs. Fosdick shook her head at him
in mournful sympathy, and asked:
What state are we In now"
"A dreadful state-Nevada."
Just what are we i'm Nevada?"
I'm a bigamist. and you've never
been marr.sd at all"
"Oh, these awful divorce laws" she
moaned, then left the general for the
particular: Won't you come in and
hook me up?"
Fosdick looked shocked: u don't
dare compromise you"
"Wnl you take breakfast with me
in the dining carr" she pleaded.
do we dare?"
I'VE might call 1t luncheon" she
suggested.
He seized the chance: "All right,
III go ahead and order, and you stroll
in and III 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
of 10 the vestibule just as Mrs. Jim
mie Wellington issued from number
ten with hair askew, eyes only half
open and waist only half shut at the
back She made a quick squirt 10
the women's room, found IL locked,
stamped her foot, swore under her
breath. and leaned against the wall OF
the car 20 wait.
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