The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1913-01-17

his own toilet.
The porter's bell began to ring furt-
ously, with a touch they had already
come to recognize as the English.
mans. The porter had learned to rec
ognize 1t, too, and he always took
double the necessary time to answer
1t. He was sauntering down the aisle
at his most leisurely gait when
Wedgewood's runpled name shot out
from the curtains like lions from
Jungle, and he beloved: "Pawtah!
Pawtah"
Still on the train," said the porter.
You may give me my portman-
teau." ..,.,,.
"Yassah." He dragged 1t from the
upper berth, and set it inside Wedge
woods berth without special care as
to its destinations Does you desire
anything else, STRIP
Yes. your absence" said Wedge
wood
The same to, you and many OF
them" the porter muttered to himself,
and added to Marjorie, who was just
starting down the aisle: III suttalnly
be interested in that man gittin
where he's goin' to git to-" Noting
that she carried Snoozleums, he said:
We're comm into a station right
soon" Without further discussion
she handed him the dog. and he hob
bled away.
When she reached the womens
door, she found Mrs. Wellington wait
ing with increasing evaporation:
Come, join the line at the box Of
fee" she said.
Good morning, Who's in there?"
said Marjorie, and Mrs. Wellington,
not noting that Mrs. Whitcomb had
come out of her berth and fallen into
line, answered sharply:
Il don't know. She's been there
forever. I'm sure it's that cat OF q
Mrs. Whitcomb."
GOOD morning, MRS. Mallory,
snapped Mrs. Whitcomb.
Mrs. Wellington was rather proud
that the random shot landed, but Mar
jorie felt most uneasy between the
two tigresses: Good morning, Mrs.
Whitcomb," she said. There was a
disagreeabIe silence, broken finally by
Mrs. Wellingtons: oh. Mrs Mallory,
would you be angelic enough to hook
my gown"
"Of course will" said Marjorie.
May ] hook your" said Mrs. Whit.
comb.
You're awfully kind" said Mar
| iorie, presenting her shoulders to
Mrs. Whitcomb, who asked with mali
cious sweetness: why didn't your
husband do this for you this morn
ing?"
IL don't remember" Marjorie
stammered, and Mrs. Wellington
tossed over-shoulder an apothegm:
He's no husband till he's hook-bro
ken"
Just then Mrs. Fosdick came out OF
her stateroom. Seeing Mrs. Whit
combs waist agape, she went at II
with brief, Good morning, every
body. Permit me"
Mrs. Wellington twisted her head tc
say Good morning" and to ask. Are
you hooked, Mrs. Fosdick?"
Not yet" pouted Mrs. Fosdick.
Turn round and back up" sale
Mrs. Wellington After some maneu
vertng, the women formed a complete
circle, and fingers piled hooks ant
eyes In a veritable Ladies' Mutual Aid
Society.
BY now, Wedgewood was ready Il
appear in a bathrobe about as gaud!
as the royal standard OF Great Brit
ain. He stalked down the aisle, ant
answered the male chorus's cheer!
Good morning" with ramlik'
"Baw."
Ira Lathrop felt amiable even tc
ward the foreigner, and he observed
Glorious morning this morning"
II dare say" growled Wedgewood
"I don't go in much for mawnings-
especially when have no tub"
Wellington felt called upon t
squelch him: You Englishmen neve
had a real tub till we Americans sol
EN- to YOU"
II dare say" said Wedgewood II
differently. You sell EN-. We US
'em. But, do you know, I've JUS
thought out a ripping idea. | shall
, have my cold bath this mawning ate
ALL"
What are you going to 90!
growled Lathrop. Crawl In the ic'
water tank?"
> "Oh. dear, no. | shouldn't be let
and he produced from his pocket
rubber hose. Il simply afhx this II
I tie tube to one end of the spigot an
wave the sprtnklah hyah over my
: er-my person"
3 Lathrop stared at him pitytngly' an
|. demanded: What happens to the WI