The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1913-02-13

women to lock themeives in there and
smoke!"
While Mrs. Wellington was rum
maging her brain for fitting retort,
the door opened, and out stepped Miss
Cattle, as was.
She blushed furtously at sight OF
the committee waiting to greet her,
but they repented their criticisms and
tried to make up for them by the ex'
cessive warmth with which they all
exclaimed at once: Good morning.
Mrs. Lathrop!"
Good morning, who?" said Anne,
then blushed yet redder: "Oh, can't
seem to get used to that name! l
hope l haven't kept you waiting?"
ooh, not at ALL" the women insist
ed, and Anne fled to number six, re-
membered that this was no longer
one. Here the porter was just finish
ing his restoring tasks, and laying
aside with some diffidence two gar
ments which Anne hastily stuffed into
her own valise
Meanwhile Marjorie was pushing
Mrs. Wellington ahead:
you go In first, Mrs. Wellington"
you go first. I have no husband
waiting for me-" said Mrs. Yelling
ton.
"Oh, l insist said Marjorie.
II couldn't think of it," persisted
Mrs. Wellington. II won't allow you"
And then Mrs. Whitcomb pushed
them both aside: Pardon me, won't
you? I'm getting off at Reno"
$50 am l." gasped Mrs. Yelling
ton, rushing forward, only to be faced
by the slam of the door and the click
of the key. She whirled back to de-
mand of Marjorie: Did you ever hear
of such impudence?"
II never did
"I'll never be ready for Reno" Mrs.
Wellington walled, land haven't had
my breakfast"
You'd better order it in advance,
said Marjorie. 1T takes that chef an
hour to boil an egg three minutes"
Il will, if / can ever get my face
WuSlCu, SASuCu MI D. w CAA1ASIOh.
And now Mrs. Anne Lathrop, after
much hesitation, called timidly. "Por
r-porter--please!"
es-miss--missus!" he amended
will you call my" she gulped--
my husband?"
and putting his grinning head In al
the mems door, he bowed to Ira and
said: Excuse me, but you are SEM
for by the lady in number one"
Ashton slapped him on the bach
and roared: "Oh, you married mani
Well" said Ira, in self-defense, ="
don't hear anybody sending for YOU
Wedgewood grinned at Ashton. It.
rather fancy he had you theah. ole
top, eh, what?"
Ira appeared at number one, ant
bending over his treasure-trOve. SPOKE
in voice that was pure saccharine
Are you ready for breakfast, dear?
Yes. Ira
Come along to the dining.car.
Its cosier here" she said. "Couinn'
we have 1T served here?"
But it'll get all cold, and I'm hun
gry," pouted the old bachelor. t.
whom breakfast was a sacred inst
tuition
"All right, Ira said Anne, glad t.
be meek; come along" and she rose
Ira hesitated Still, If you'd ratf
er, We'll eat here" He sat down.
"Oh, not at ALL said Anne; we"
20 where you want to go"
But want to do what you want t
do"
so do we'll co." said Anne.
Well stay"
NO, insist on the dining-car."
"Oh. all right, have your own way,
said Ira, as If he were being bulliet
and liked it. Anne smiled at the col
trariness of men, and Ira smiled
the contrariness OF women, and VINE
they reached the vestibule they kisse
each other in mutual forgiveness.
: AS Wedgewood stropped an old-fasl
toned razor. he said to Ashton, VIII
was putting up his safety equipment
, II say, old party, are those safet
razors safe? Can't you really CT
yourself?"
Cut everything but hair" said AS
i ton, pointing to his wounded chin.
CTO BE CONTINUED)