The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1913-08-22

his own toilet.
The porter's bell began 10 ring furi-
ougly. with a touch they had already
come 20 recognize as the Eng~Sh-
mans. The porter had learned 20 rec
ognize IL, too, and he always took
double the necessary time TO answer
II He was sauntering down the aisle
al his most leisurely gait when
Wedgewood's rumpled name shot out
from the curtains like a 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 II from the
upper berth. and set IL inside Wedge
woods berth without special care as
10 it's destination. Does you desire
anything else, sir?"
Yes, your absence" said Wedge
wood
The same TO you and many or
them" the porter muttered 10 himself,
and added 20 Marjorie, who was just
starting down the aisle: "I'll suttainly
be Interested in that man gittin'
where he's goin' 20 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 women's
door. she found Mrs. Wellington wait
ing with increasing evaporation:
Come, join the line at the box OF
fce.' 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
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
disagreeable silence, broken finally by
Mrs. Wellington's "Oh, Mrs. Mallory.
would you be angelic enough to hook
my gown?"
"Of course will" said Marjorie.
May | hook you?" said Mrs. Whit
comb.
You're awfully kind" said Mar
iorie. presenting her shoulders 70
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 oyer-shoulder an apothegm:
He's no husband till he's hookbr
| ken"
Just then Mrs. Fosdck came out OF
her stateroom. Seeing Mrs. Whit
combs waist agape, she went at IT
with a brief. Good morning, every
| body Permit me-"
Mrs. Wellington twisted her head TO
! say Good morning" and to ask, Are
! you hooked, Mrs. Fosdick?'
| NOt yet, DOultu MIS-. IOohl'hs
Turn round and back up" said
Mrs. Wellington. After some maneu
vering. the women formed a complete
circle. and fingers piled hooks and
eyes in veritable Ladies' Mutual Aid
Society.
BY now. Wedgewood was ready &c
appear in bathrobe about as gaudy
as the royal standard OF Great Brit
ain. He stalked down the aisle. anc
answered the male chorus's cheer!
Good morning" with a ramlik'
"Baw."
Ira Bathrop felt amiable even to
ward the foreigner, and he observed
GLORIOUS morning this morning"
II dare say" growled Wedgewood
'I don't so in much for mawnings-
especially when have no tub"
Wellington felt called upon Z
sauelch him: you Englishmen neve
had a real tub till We Americans sol
'em 10 you"
Il dare say" said Wedgewood ir
differently. You sell EN- We us
, EN-. But. do you know, I've jus
thought out a ripping idea. shal
have my cold bath this mawning afte
all"
What are you going 10 do?
r growied Lathrop. Crawl in the ic'
water tank?"
, "Oh. dear, no | shouldn't be let
b. and he produced from his pocket
4 rubber hose. Il simply atiiX this II
I tie tube TO one end of the spigot an
j. wave the .Sprinklah hyah over my
/. er-my person
q Iathrop stared at him pityingly, an
!. demanded: What happens to the W
: ter. them
What do care?" said Wedg
a wood
e you burned fool. you'd food Il
o car"
Wedgewood's high hopes withere
. II hadn't thought OF that he sighe
u Il suppose must continue just as
II am till | reach san Francisco. II
i first thing | shall order tonight W
a be four cold tubs and a lemC
- | souash "