The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1913-05-23

corridor, and a mar IN checked over
alls dashed into the car.
His ear was slightly red, and he
held at arms length, rs II II were
yenomous monster. Snoozleums. And
he yelled:
Say, whose durn dog is this? lie
bit two men. and he makes SO much
noise we can't sleep in the baggage
car"
Marjorie went flying down the aisle
10 reclaim her lost lamb In VOLTS
clothing. and Snoozleums. the returned
prodigal. yelped and leaped. and told
her all about the indignities he had
been subjected 10. and his valiant
struggle for liberty.
Marjorie, seeing only Snoozleums.
stepped into the fatal berth number
one. and paid no heed to the dangling
ribbons Mallory. eager 10 restore
himself TO her love by loving her dog.
crowded closer 10 her side. making a
hypocritical ado over the pup.
Everybody was popping his or her
face out 10 learn the cause OF sucn
clamor. Among the bodiless heads
suspended along the curtains. like
Dyak trophies. appeared the great
mask of Little Jimmie Wellington. lie
had been unable TO sleep for mourn
ing the wanton waste of that lovely
rice-trap
When he peered forth, his eyes
hardly believed themselves. The
,l I-gd
ally in the trap-the hen pheasant
and the chanticleer. But the net did
not fall. He waited TO see them sit
down. and spring the internal ma
chine But they would not sit.
In fact. Marjorie was muttering to
won her back by his efforts TO con.
sole Snoozleums-she was muttering
tenderly:
We must not be seen together.
honey Go away, I'll see you in the
morning"
And Mallory was saying with bit
terest resignation: Good night-my
friend"
And they were shaking hands! This
incredible bridal couple was shaking
hands with f-disintegrating!
Then Wellington determined TO do at
least his duty by the sacred rites.
The gaping passengers saw what
was probably the largest pair OF pa
jamas in Chicago. They saw Little
Jimmie, smothering back his giggles
like schoolboy tiptoe from his
berth. enter the next berth. brushing
the porter aside. climb on the seat.
and clutch the ribbon that pulled the
stopper from the trap.
Down upon the unsuspecting elop-
ers came this miraculous cloudburst
OF ironical rice, and with II came Lit
tie Jimmie Wellington, who lost what
little balance he had. and catapulted
into their midst like the offspring or
an iceberg
II was at this moment that Mrs.
Wellington, hearing the loud cries OF
the panic-stricken Marjorie, rushed
from the Women's Room, absent-mind-
edly combing n totally detached gee
tion of her hair She recognized IA
with one faint gasp: Jimmie! on this
vain" she swooned away. She would
have fallen, but seeing that no one
paid any attention 10 her, she recov.
cred consciousness on her own hook,
and vanished into her berth. TO medi.
tate on the why's and wherefores OF
her husbands presence In this car.
DR.. Temple in n nightgown and
trousers Roger Ashton, I'm a collar
less estate. and the porter. managed
TO extricate Mr.. Wellington from hts
plight. and stow him away, though IL
was like putting "A whale TO bed
Mallory. seeing that Marjorie had
fed, vented his wild rage against fate
in general, and rice traps in particu.
lar. by tearing the bridal bungalow TO
pieces. and then he stalked into the
smoking room. where Ira Lathrop.
homeless and dispossessed, was sound
asleep, with his feet In the chair.
He was dreaming that he was
boy in Brattleboro, the worst boy In
Brattleboro, trying to get up the cour-
age TO spark pretty Anne Cattle. and
throwing rocks at the best boy In
town. Charlie Selby, who was always
at her side. The porter woke Ira. an
hour later. and escorted him 10 the
late bridal section.
Marjorie had fed with her dog. as
soon az she could grope her way
through the deluge OF rice. She hop
ped into her berth. and spent an hour
trying to clear her hair OF the mul.
titudinous grains And as for Snoozle-
ums. his thick wool vas so be-riced
that for two days. whenever he shook
himself, he snew.
(TO BE Continued