The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1913-02-06

Nov, that's where you have got
something on me. Say, we're like a
couple OF sardines trying to make love
In tin can"
Its cosy though" she said. and
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 women's room and
turned the key. II she had thought
Of it she would have said, God bless
the man that invented doors-and the
other angel that invented locks"
The passengers this morning were
all little brisker than usual. It
was the last day aboard for everybody
and they showed certain extra anil
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 to note whom he was adj
dressing, Ashton sang out:
Good morning. Did you rest well?"
"What?" Ira roared.
"Oh, excuse mel" said Ashton, has
tily, devoting himself to a cash his
razor had made in his cheek-even In
that cheek of his.
Ira scrubbed out the basin, filled 1t
and tried to dive into 1t, shaping the
cold water In double handfuls over
his glowing face and putting through
it like pOrpOise.
Meanwhile the heavy-eyed F'osdlck
was Sinking through the dining-car.
regarded with amazement by DR.. lem
pie and his wife, who we're already up
and breakfasting.
whats the matter with the bridal
couples on this train, anyway" said
DR.. Temple.
II can't imagine" said his wife, I'VE
old couples are the only normal
ones"
Some more coffee, please, MOTHER
he said.
But your nerves." she protested.
TITS 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"
mot yet" the old cregyman smiled,
i've been saving that up for good
occasion. Perhaps 1t will rise before
the days over"
And his wife choked on her tea at
the wonderful tra1n-change that had
come over the best man In Yps1lantl
BY this time Fosdick had reached
the stateroom from which he had
been banished again at the Nevada
state-line He knocked cautiously
From within came an anxious voice:
Who's there?"
Whom did you expect?"
Mrs. Fosdick popped her head Out
like jill in the box. 'Oh, it's you
Arthur. Kiss me good morning"
He glanced round stealthily and
obeyed Instructions: Il guess It's
safe-my darling"
Did you sleep. dovie?" she yawned
mot wink. They took on thu
Portland car at Granger and l ha6
to sleep in one of the chairs in thu
observation ROOM"
Mrs. Fosdtck shook her head at hin
in mournful sympathy, and asked
What state are we In noW?'
"A dreadful state-Nevada."
Just what are we In Nevada?"
"Im a bigamist, and you've neve
been married at all"
ooh, these awful divorce laws!" sh
moaned, then left the general for tn
particular: won't you come IN an
hook me up?'
Fosdick looked shocked: Il don
dare compromise YOU"
"Will you take breakfast with me-
in the dining-car?" she pleaded.
DO we dare?"
1--WE might call it luncheon" sh
suggested.
He seized the chance: "All r1gh
I'll 20 ahead and order, and you stro
in and I'll offer you the seat oppos1t
me-"
But can't you hook me up?"
He was adamant: mot till we e
to California. Do you think want
compromise my own wife? SIM
Somebody's coming!" And he darte
off to the vestibule just as Mrs. jim
ME Wellington issued from numbe
ten with hair askew, eyes only ma
omen. and waist only half shut at tn
back. She made quick squirt
the women's room, found 1t locke
stamped her foot, swore under N
breath. and leaned against the wall
the car to wait.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)