The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1913-01-10

"Now, that's where you have gos
something on me- Say, were ike
couple OF sardinss trying to make love
In tin can"
Its cosy though" she said, ano
then vanished through the curtains
and shyly ran the gauntlet OF amused
chances and over-cordial Good morn
| ings" till she hid her bushes benlnd
the door of the women's room ana
turned the key. If she had thought
of 1t she would have said, COD Dlessc.
the man that invented doors-and the
other angel that invented locks.
The passengers this morning were
AL little brisker than usual. IL
was the last day aboard for everybody
and they showed certain extra AM
nation, like the inmates OF an ocean
liner when land has been sighted.
Ashton was shaving when Ira sWag'
gered into the mems room. Wllnoul
pausing to note whom he was ao'
dressing, Ashton sang out:
! Good morning. Did you rest well!
"What?" Ira roared
"Oh, excuse me-" said Ashton, mas
tily, devoting himself to gash lis
razor had made in his cheek-eVeh III
that cheek of his. .
Ira scrubbed out the basin, hlled IL
and tried to dive into it, Shaping tne
cold water in double handouts over
his glowing face and putting through
it like a pOrpolse.
Meanwhile the heavy-eyed FosolcK
: was Sinking through the dlnlng-car'
regarded with amazement by DR.. Tenn
pie and his wife, who were already up
: and breakfasting.
What's the matter with the Drldal
couples on this train, anyway" salo
1 DR.. Temple.
: II can't imagine" said his wife, we
: old couples are the only normal
! ones"
i Some more coffee, please, mother
!. he said.
+. But your nerves." she protested.
+ Its my vacation" he insisted.
s Mrs. Temple stared at him ane
+ shook her head: Il wonder what mis-
: chief you'll be up to today? you've
already been smoking, gambling
e drinking-have you been swearing
n YETI"
4 mot yet" the old cregyman smiled
t i've been saving that up for goo'
d occasion. Perhaps it will rise befor'
d the days over"
r And his wife choked on herstea a
t. the wonderful train-change that hat
n come over the best man in Ypsllant
II BY this time Fosdick had reache
- the stateroom from which he ha
a. been banished again at the Nevad
t. state-line. He knocked cautiously
From within came an anxious voice
d Who's there?"
o. Whom did you eXpect?"
If Mrs. Fosdick popped her head on
~ like a jill in the box. "Oh, it's yo'
Arthur. Kiss me good morning"
:: He glanced round stealthily an
TX obeyed instructions: Il guess It
al safe-my darling"
Ibid you sleep. dovie?" she yawne'
N "Not a wink. They took of tn
s, Portland car at Granger and ] ha
to sleep in one of the chairs IN tn
s. observation room"
I'd Mrs. Fosdick shook her head at hi
&c In mournful sympathy, and asked
lie What state are we In noW?
n, "A dreadful state-Nevada.'
I'D Just what are we in Nevada"
at Pm a bigamist, and you've nev'
n, been married at ALL
"Oh, these awful divorce laws!" 81
vs. moaned, then left the general for II
m particular: Wont you come IN al
ey hook me up?"
lie. Fosdick looked shocked: Il dor
&C. dare compromise you"
as will you take breakfast with me-
ty, in the dining-car?" she pleaded.
mt DO we dare?"
1--WE might call it luncheon s.
suggested.
He seized the chance: All rigl
ri 20 ahead and order, and you STIR
in and I'll offer you the seat opposl
int me-"
ne But can't you hook me up?'
ch He was adamant: mot till we
as to California. Do you think want
Ter compromise my own wife? Sh
Ter Somebody's coming!" And he dart
off to the vestibule just as Mrs. il
ne nile Wellington issued from numb
es, ten with hair askew, eyes only n
Ter open, and waist only half shut at t
back. She made quick squirt
ed the women's room, found 1t lock-
'ou stamped her foot, swore under
breath, and leaned against the wall
Id the car to wait
my (To BE CoNTINUEDJ
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