The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1913-01-17
women to lock themelves in there and

women to lock themelves in there and
smoked"
While Mrs. Wellington was rum.
maging her brain for fitting retort,
the door opened. and out stepped Miss
Cattle, as was. '
she blushed furiously at sight OF
tne committee waiting to greet her.
out they repented their criticisms and
''ieo 10 make up for them by the ex
eessiVe warmth with which they all
exclaimed at once: Good morning.
Mrs: Lathrop!"
Good morning, who?" said Anne,
'hen olushed yet redder: "Oh, can't
seem TO get used to that name! /
nope haven't kept you waiting?"
Oh, not at ALL" the women insist.
ed. and Anne fed to number six, re-
membered' that this was no longer
Aer nome, and moved on to number
one Here the porter was just finish.
ing MS restoring tasks, and laying
ASIDE with some diffidence two gar
ments which Anne hastily stuffed into
her own valise.
meanwhile Marjorie was pushing
Mrs. Wellington ahead:
You go in first, Mrs. Wellington"
You go first have no husband
waiting for me-" said Mrs. Yelling.
ton.
on, l insist" said Marjorie.
i couldn't think Of it," persisted
MRS. Wellington. "Iwon't allow you.
And then Mrs. Whitcomb pushed
them both aside: Pardon me, won't
you? I'm getting off at Reno"
so am l." gasped Mrs. Yelling
ton, rushing forward, only to be faced
by the slam of the door and the click
OF the key. She whirled back to de-
mand Of Marjorie: Did you ever hear
OF such impudence?"
Il never did"
I'll never be ready for Reno" Mrs
Wellington walled, land | haven't had
my breakfast"
You'd better order 1t in advance
said Marjorie. 1T takes that chef an
hour to boil an egg three minutes"
II will, IL can ever get my face
washed" sighed Mrs. Wellington.
And now Mrs. Anne Lathrop, after
much hesitation, called timidly. "Por
ter-porter-please!"
Yes-miss-missus!" he amended
will you call my" she gulped--
my husband?"
Yes, ma'am," the porter chuckleo
and putting his grinning head in al
the mems door, he bowed to Ira anc
said: Excuse me, but you are sem
for by the lady In number one"
Ashton slapped him on the bact
and roared: "Oh, you married mani
Well" said Ira, In self-defense. :"
don't hear anybody sending for you
Wedgewood grinned at Ashton. :"
rather fancy he had you theah, ole
top, oh, what?'
Ira appeared at number one, ant
bending over his treasure-troVe, SPOKE
In q voice that was pure saccharine
Are you ready for breakfast, dear?'
Yes, Ira"
Come along to the dining-car."
ITS cosier here" she said. "Couldn'
we have 1t served here?"
But it'll get all cold, and I'm hun
gry," pouted the old bachelor, t
whom breakfast was a sacred inst
tuition.
"All right, Ira" said Anne, glad t.
be meek; come along" and she rose
Ira hesitated. Still, If you'd rath
er, we'll eat here" He sat down.
"Oh, not at all" said Anne; wei
90 where you want to Co."
But | want to do what you want t
do"
so do we'll &c." said Anne.
wen stay.
mo, insist on the dining-car."
"Oh, all right, have your own way,
said Ira, as If he were being builiet
and liked it. Anne smiled at the cor
trariness of men, and Ira smiled a
the contrariness of women, and whe
they reached the vestibule they kisse
each other in mutual forgiveness.
AS Wedgewood stropped an old-fasl
Toned razor, he said to Ashton. WI
was putting up his safety equipment
~ say. old party, are those safet
razors safe? Can't you really CT
yourself?"
Cut everything but hair" said Asl
ton. pointing to his wounded chin
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