The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1913-02-13

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his own toilet
The porter's bell began to ring furl-
ously, with a touch they had already
come to recognize as the English
mans. The porter had learned to rec
ognizs it, 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 rumpled 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 it from the
upper berth, and set it inside Wedge
woods berth without special care as
to it's destination. Does you desire
anything else, sir?"
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: IN suttainly
be interested in that man gttttn'
where he's goin to git to-" Noting
that she carried Snoozleums, he said:
We're comm into 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
fice," 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
disagreeabe silence, broken finally by
Mrs. Wellington's: "Oh, Mrs Mallory.
would you be angelic enough to hook
my gown?"
"Of course l WILL" said Marjorie.
May | hook you?" said Mrs. Whit
comb
You're awfully kind said Mar
jorie, presenting her shoulders to
Mrs Whitcomb, who asked with mall
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 apotheg1n:
"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 1t
with brief. Good morning. every
body Permit me-
Mrs. Wellington twisted her head to
say Good morning" and to ask. Are
you hooked, Mrs Fosdick?"
mot yet" pouted Mrs Fosdick.
Turn round and back up" said
Mrs. Wellington. After some maneu'
vering, the women formed complete
, circle, and fingers piled hooks and
eyes in veritable Ladies' Mutual Aid
Society.
BY now, Wedgewood was ready tc
: appear in a bathrobe about as gaudy
as the royal standard of Great Brit
ain. He stalked down the aisle, and
answered the male chorus's CHEEKY
Good morning with ramlike
''Baw"
Ira Lathrop felt amiable even to
ward the foreigner, and he observed
, GLORIOUS morning this morning"
l 81 dare say" growled Wedgewood
'I don't go In much for mawnings-
. especially when have no tub
!. Wellington felt called upon tt
squelch him: You Englishmen neve
= had real tub till we Americans solt
J. 'em to YOU
+ Il dare say" said Wedgewood in
differently. You sell 'em. We u.s.
D EN-. But, do you know. i've Jus
thought out ripping idea. l shall
s have my cold bath this mawnlug afte
ALL"
: What are you gong to do?
r growied Lathrop. Crawl in the ice
water tank?'
e "Oh, dear no shouldn't be let,
j. and he produced from his pocket
q rubber hose Il simply attix this III
Il tie tube to one end OF the spigot an
J. wave the sprinklah hyah over my
l. er-my person"
Q Lathrop stared at him pityingly, an
|. demanded: What happens to the WE
g ter, them"
What do | care?" said Wedge
d wood.
e You burned fool, you'd flood tn
O car"
Wedgewood's high hopes witheret
e II hadn't thought OF that" he sighed
It II suppose must continue just as